Dark Times

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Tezzeret Verdile: Blood, I have to stop the bleeding. I need this knife out.
“Guard, get help! Cloth, bandages, someone with a hand and isn’t squeemish around blood!” Tezz regretted cutting off his hand now more than ever.
Mera Violet Haddock: Mera felt she was in a daze after speaking with her husband, even though it was some time later from their conversation. She walked with both her children in the camp, mind so numb it took her a while to realize she was hearing the shouts of guards. Coming to the present, she rushed toward the area and saw the man in the earlier fight bloodied and shouting, several guards running up to him.
Deities.
Tezzeret Verdile: “Mera!”  Tezz watched her approaching from up the road.
Oh gods I hope that’s queen Mera, I don’t think I’ve ever met her in person.
“These guards won’t pull this out, and I can’t do it.” He waved his stubbed left arm around. “I’ve heard you’ve the will of a thousand soldiers. Please, milady.”
Mera Violet Haddock: Mera glared at the soldiers around her, who shrugged awkwardly. “You all are useless. Can you at least hold a baby while I yank this out? Thank you.” Mera shoved Signy into the arms of the nearest soldier, who stared at the queen, baffled, as she pulled up her skirts, got down on her knees, and examined the wound.
“I’ve seen worse at a pig farm,” she huffed, grabbing the hilt. She stared Tezz in the eye. “Don’t squirm or I’ll sit on your face.”
Tezzeret Verdile: “You’ll… I don’t think I need that.” Tezz gave a strange look before tucking his arm close to him. “Ready when you are.”
Mera Violet Haddock: The Queen yanked. A burst of red followed the knife coming out. “Now bandages! Egil, stop gawking. Guards, over here. Help this man. DEITIES! Aren’t you supposed to be trained for combat.. and you know… BLOOD?”
Maralen: Maralen was striding back to the spot where she had just rescued the bumbling sorcerer. He was in tow, being pulled by his wrist, not truly wanting to return to the chaotic scene before them. 
Violet pulled the throwing knife from the boys arm, and there was a scrambling for cloth of any form. Maralen walked into the midst of the chaos, and picked up her discarded knife. She knelt down, pulling cloth strips out of her pack. “I guess I owe you an apology.” She glanced at Violet, “and I owe you the truth.” Maralen began wrapping the boys arm.
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Category:Season 3
Category:Tezzeret Verdile
Category:Mera Violet Haddock
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