Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140822032436/@comment-5543592-20140829020112

"I don't know.  Wasn't with them for long and haven't been here in a while.  Give me a couple minutes, I'll find some water." Said J'Baad, he then walked off to do as he said.

Emrey realized he was leaving a very clear trail of blood through the snow. He had to pull the arrows out and cover the wounds. He bent over slightly and gripped the arrow in his thigh.

"Alright." He breathed, bracing himself for what was next. He yanked the arrow clean through, biting his lip and making a throaty whimpering sound as he did so. The one in his arm would be easier, as he only had to pull the head out. He pulled it out by shaft, and tensed his face up in a sort of flinching-coping mechanism. He looked down at himself. His leg was bleeding a lot more than he thought it would. He pulled his arms inside of his shleves and wripped quite a bit of fabric off of his clothes, which he then used to bandage his arm and leg. With that he moved on, hoping to find some cover before nightfall.

Eogan finished his sprint, now in Winterhold. He would've stayed and fought, but when he saw that everyone else was making a run for it, so did he. He then immediately went to tell the guards what had happened, so that they would send some men out there and retrieve whoever they could.