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Meliora Stool

You might think you're crazy...

...Seeing stuff there and here...

...But trust me when I tell you...

She froze for a second, then relaxed. Her name, her name... should she tell them her name? What if her enemies were looking for her? They knew her name. She needed to trust these people if she was going to give them her name. The girl wouldn't be happy with her old nick-name 'Shadow Child', she was sure. Mai had given her entire name and she wanted Meliora's entire name.
"Er," she began after a pause "I'm Stool." She gave a quick smile
"Night!" She pulled a small folded up sheet of cloth from her thick baggy cardigan and unfolded it, then lay a little way away from them, but still where she felt the fires warmth. Meliora blinked a bit and then fell asleep.

That just means I am near.

Jenny came back smiling. "I have food" she said smiling at everyone. "It's milita ration so it won't taste like much buuuut" she paused. But in that pause she heard cracking. "Does anyone else here bone cracking?" she asked. The dark presence came over her again. "The Drow hellspawn...." she said softly.

"Yeah yeah, thats what they all say. If i wanted some advice on love i would have read some teen girl magazine." He said smiling again. She was nice enough, not everyday someone fixes you up and hands you some alcohol just as soon as they met you. He took a few sips. It immediately ended his want for alcohol. He would have sighed in relief but Mai pulled the wrapping tightly and he cringed in the sudden pain. After the pain had ceased and she leaned him against the wall. He looked at her and asked in a playful tone. "Well you waltz in here and fix me up. I'm interested in hearing your story Miss Du L'ort" He took another sip and set the alcohol aside. He didn't like drinking alot of beer when he had nothing to eat, he didn't like being drunk. He looked at the sword Mai was carrying and was a little shocked by her weapon choice. He was no zombie expert, but he felt safer with a gun on him, rather than a sword. He shrugged it off and looked at the giant six-shooter Roland had given him. He saw Jenny walk in and shook his head when he asked if they heard anything. "I can barely hear anything over those damn cats." He said indicating to the kittens who were meowing and hissing as they playfully fought each other. He felt better because of the alcohol but what Mai was doing to him still hurt like a son of a b***h.

Roland considered the position his tet was in at the moment. The others would want to sleep and get rest, while his enemy no doubt planned for another assualt on them. He sighed and stood up. "Alright," he said. "we rest for two hours, no more no less. Once we are all rested -at least partially- we set out and don't come back. The door to Mid-World will have trouble staying open and I don't doubt that once we get there we will all be far from each other. The journey will consist of all of us as one." He looked at the new girl who'd tended Landon's wounds. "The will be permitted to journey along with my Ka-tet." He looked at the darkness coming around them as day turned to night. He looked a the fire, the dim light seemed like the sun in all the darkness. A beacon of light, if you would.
For now, the enemy hadn't attacked and this frightened Roland slightly. Mayhap they were amassing an army of some sort. This would be a problem since his Ka-tet weren't well rested. He'd lied when he said they'd get two hours of rest. They'd be lucky if they got more then five minutes. He stood up and looked at them, all sitting around the fire save for Jenny who had gone out and grabbed food. He spoke with strange calmness. The calm before the storm. "I'll be first sentry tonight. The rest of you will sleep."

Mai Du L'ort
"Ka tet? A group. Very well then." She nods politely. "I will travel as five." She took petal looking niblits from her pouch and gave it to Mimi, which muted the cat. "Father was a scientist. Trying to reach immortality." She shrugs. "The least I can do to keep us out of hearing. But it seems like you four haven't moven yet from this battlefield no?" She looked over to dried up blood stains on the floor. "I'm afraid not." She fed the other two kittens the niblits and placed the leftovers in her pouch. She walked in front of Roland and pulls out a whistle. Not an ordinary whistle. A silent whistle that only humans can hear. "Need anything, blow on that thing and we'll sure to come. Or at least some.." She looks over to Landon then back to the gunslinger. She opened his hand and placed it on his hand. She walked back to Landon with a bit of food that Jenny had and waved some at her. "Better than nothing. I thank you." She took a bite and sat six feet away from Landon on a haystack hunch that was left in the building. "I could use the shut-eye, for now." She closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Roland's eyes widened. Amidst the smoke, fog, rubble, and death were the skeletons. He saw them from afar and hoped that they weren't heading towards him and his Tet. He ducked down over the little girl, taking her bullet, he grimaced in pain as his side bled from the bullet. It had exited through on of his ribs, narrowly missing his organs. He yelled at the others. "Get up, for your father's sakes!!!!" He picked the girl up and put her behind a rather large piece of rubble. "Unless thee feels you can fight," pain rushing to meet him, "stay here!" He aimed his Revolver at the skeletons and picked one off by shooting it in the skull and severing it's spine at the same time. The skeleton fell over into pieces and turned to a pile of gray-ish dust. He looked around the chaos and found Sinaris. "Drow, thee has no honor!!" he called with the pain in his voice being obvious, "I'd have killed you by now, he thee not fled like the whores coward you are!" pain was rising, "A thousand damnations upon your wretched soul!" He fired his widowmaker four times, all whizzing to meet the target, spinning in motion as they went and glinting in the moonlit night.
He turned his attention away from the Drow, looking at his companions who were shocked from this ambush. "Grab your weapons, kill the damned things!" his eyes shone in the moonlight like hellfire. "Low to the ground!" he called, following his own rules and going into a crouching position, the wound made it harder to do so. he placed his left hand, the one missing the fingers over the wound and put pressure on it. The blood oozed over his fingers and became a waterfall of blood.
He took one more shot at a skeleton wielding a sword and realized they were surrounded. "Ranged up front, sword-girl you're the rear guard!" He loaded his widowmaker with the sandelwood grips. His vision was beginning to fail but he kept it up. The wound was making this alot harder then it would have been, had the girl not been here. He loved her as a father would love a daughter because of her identical look to Jake, albeit female. His gun was loaded in a second and he began firing from behind the cover of rubble.