Roleplay--

The stone was too heavy for her to budge alone, but the fae climbed up to help her with it. With some effort the boulder slowly began to lift, and with some more effort, eventually rolled forward, freeing the children from where they were trapped. They scurried out of the pit and embraced the woman who had asked for help.

She was about to turn to the fae and ask his name, since it seemed he was going to assisst her now, when a horn sounded at the other side of the wreckage. She turned to look, wondering if perhaps they were being rescued. Out of the trees, a figure appeared, brandashing a jagged sword, in one hand and a horn in the other.

At this point everyone in the clearing was watching the figure. Ceri couldn't make out who or even what it was. All life on the ground had been wiped out centuries ago, or at least that is what they were told up in the city.The figure raised the horn up again and sounded it once more. More figures, all of them armed slowly emerged from the tree line and began marching towards them. Those closest to them approached them. As the first man came into reach of the mysterious soldiers, calling out in greeting, the nearest one leapt to him, closing the distance in an instance, and cutting him down where he stood.

This caused chaos amongst the survivors, all of them screaming and trying to run from the approaching force. The warriors gave chase, killing any they caught as well as those too injured to flee. Ceri watched in horror as those who were able to survive the fall were killed so easily.

She looked around her, taking note of where the survivors were and looking for an escape. She turned and scaled a piece of rubble that put her high above the ruins, and began to call out to those fleeing.

'Over here! To the woods! Run to the Woods!' Her cries were drowned out in the screams and battle but some of those closest to her, heard her call and changed direction, heading towards her and where she had emerged from the woods.

She dropped down from her vantage point and turned to the fae. 'We need to get going, they'll be on us soon and our best chance is getting into the woods with as many of us as possible.' She walked past him, expecting he would follow, as she hurried to catch up with the woman and children they had helped before, already heading for the cover of the trees.

Ceri stood at the edge of the woods, directing the stragglers to follow. Once she was sure she had rescued as many as she could she disappeared into the trees with them, out of sight from the fast approaching hoard.

She stayed at the back of the group as they fled, keeping an eye out for thier pursuers, and encouraging anyone who lagged behind to hurry up. The fae from earlier was further ahead, helping one of the injured. As the light was fading he called out, leading the group to a cave.

Ceri stood watch at the entrance as he led the survivors inside. She was suprised he had caught sight of the cave entrance; it was well hidden and easy to miss, a good thing if they were still being followed. She took a moment to sit down and catch her breath and take a look at her leg. Her pants were stained with blood now from how much she had been moving. She wanted to rip the branch out and bandage it up, but knew better. Maybe once they got a fire going she could cauterize the wound?

She could here the fae from before giving orders from inside, but couldn't hear exactlly what he had said. She decided tokeep look out for the moment.

It wasn't long before those in the cave were outside looking for firewood, and the fae from earlier approached her. He took a look at her leg and then bent down to examine it closer. He pulled a bottle out, which she assumed was alcohol and got her out of her boot. He gave her warning of what was to come so she turned to look away and grit her teeth.

He pulled the branch out in one fluid motion, but it still hurt like a bitch. She bit down so hard she thought she might crack her own teeth. Before the pain fully subsided, he poured sake onto the wound. The liquid burned as it flowed over and through her leg, dripping off her with a slight pint tint.

He tore his kimono to make a bandage, tying it tightly around her calf. With his help she got back into her boot and stood up, testing her weight on it. The wound still stung from the sake but overall it was much more comfortable.

The light around them was almost gone now, as the others finally got the fire going. Ceri looked over at the fae, who was watching her. 'Thanks for that,' she said, examining him properly for the first time. He was well dressed, but his clothes had obviously been badly damaged. His hair and eyes still stood out to her, they were almost unnatural looking, especially by fire light. 'I'm Ceri,' she said, offering her hand to him; 'I never got your name.'

The Fae was studying her very closely. His gaze was intense, focused, like he was trying to make sense of something he couldn't understand. After a moment, he stopped staring and turned his attention to the fire where the rest of their group was huddled.

There were even fewer of them now. Many survived falling just to be cut down before they could even get their bearings. Who were those people? What a strange day it had been. The Fae took her hand and introduced himself as Akan. It seemed like an unusual name for a fae.

'Only thing we can do now is try to survive until the angels come looking for us.' There was no telling how long that would be though. The Grey city was in ruins and that likely meant war. Would the angels even consider the possibility of survivors? If so, when would they come looking, if at all?

It had been a long day, she was tired, hurt and hungry, and with no possibility of scavenging for food, the best she coulld do was sleep. 'Goodnight Akan. Hopefully things will be easier in the morning.' She walked past him to a tree, and pulled her self up into the branches. From there she would be able to see the entire camp, and more importantly, anyone who tried to approach. She settled in for the night, nowing it would be a long one.

When Ceri awoke the sun had just started to rise. The camp was silent and the fire had burned out. It wouldn't be long before the rest of the group woke up. She dropped from the tree as quietly as she could and made her way away from the camp, using her staff to help keep weight off her leg. It was feeling a lot better this morning, but it would be best if she avoided strain on it as much as possible.

Ceri wanted to get a feel for her surroundings. She didn't feel comfortable not knowing where she was. There were forests and woods up in the sky cities, but they were tiny in comparison to where she found herself now. It might make anyone else feel lost, but for her, it was a chance for new adventures. If she could she would leave now, and explore the ground alone. However, knowing there were people out there who would not be friendly to her, she knew she would have tostay. For now her best chance of survival was with the group. She had picked a piece of flint off the ground as she went, scratching marks into the trees so that she could find her way back.

It wasn't long before she heard the sound of running water, which she followed to find a small stream. She hurried forward and lowered herself down to drink for the first time since she had fallen. She drank her fill and then took a moment to rest, sitting by the stream in the sun.