Matasoga
•Still carrying Kromli, Matasoga gives an apology to Kryptis.
((Without seeing any more than this, I really don't know how to answer it. So until you get it reposted, this'll just be what Kryptis does up until Matasoga arrives.))
Drawing her dainty sword from its scabbard as she neared the bodies on the ground, Kryptis slowly and carefully crept closer. Making certain the tip of her blade pointed just so to defend herself on the off-chance the nearest of the guards sprang up at her touch, she shifted her weight and hesitantly extended one foot, nudging the prone armsman with a toe. When he didn't respond, she gave another, firmer nudge, receiving a similar response. Repeating this on the other man, she knelt down beside each and checked for signs of life, finding to her relief that both yet lived. They were merely sorely injured, and quite unconscious.
Unsure if the destruction of the vampire was enough to break the spell it had placed over them --if in fact it was a magical effect, rather than cooperation by mundane means-- she decided it was best not to take tempt the chance that they might awaken and continue attacking. It would be best to tie them up. But first thing's first; she gathered up those enchanted swords and tossed them well out of reach. Even if they hopped back up and continued on, they wouldn't catch her with those nasty things again.
She shrugged off her pack and began digging through it. She had some rope in here, didn't she? A moment's rummaging informed her that, no, she did not. Sighing in irritation at her lack of forethought, she closed the bag and drew off the armsmen's belts. These would have to do, she supposed. With quite a bit of effort, she managed to roll the first man so he lay facedown, then pulled his arms behind him and bound his wrists together as best she could with his belt, buckling the ends together once finished. No knot, but it would have to do. She repeated the same to the other guard. That done, she began rifling through their gear, searching for sidearms, hidden weapons, enchanted objects, or anything else they might use to free themselves or inflict harm on another, had they been awake. Finding only the single dagger each had carried on his belt, she confiscated them, tucking them into the top of one of her high boots for safekeeping.
Somewhat concerned about the wounds each bore, but no healer herself, Kryptis undid the clasp to the fine chain around her waist, reconnected the ends, and laid it, accompanying pendant and all, around the neck of the guard who'd taken the worst of her companions' weapons. Her hand still on it, she activated the magic within, slowing the man's outward blood flow. Moving to the other, she used one of the seized daggers to tear long strips off of whatever bits of clothing peeked out from beneath the man's armor, and tying the improvised bandages around his worst bloodstains. A rather pitiful effort, but it would have to do until the watch could come to collect them.
After a moment's thought, she took their sword scabbards as well. Moving off to their cast aside blades, she returned them to their sheaths, and threaded them through the straps of her pack, ensuring that nobody would just happen by and snatch them up. Next, she retrieved the sword the vampire had carried. It wouldn't do to put away some weapons while leaving others strewn about. There was still Eldrysta's... but at least that one wasn't out in plain sight.
She started to turn back to the fallen armsmen, but as she did, her gaze fell over the mound of dust their enemy had been reduced to. With all the conflicting stories she'd heard concerning vampires, and the stress of the entire day, she couldn't remember whether or not they could restore themselves from such a fate... Simply leaving it probably wasn't a wise decision. In either case, they would need something to serve as proof that the menace had been dealt with. Doffing her pack again and setting the vampire's blade aside, she pored through its contents in search of something that would contain the remains of their foe. Finding nothing better suited to the task, she produced her jacket, and began shifting as much as the dust as she could (that hadn't already been scattered) onto the garment, and wrapped it into a bundle before stowing it in her haversack. As she did, she took note of a bit of starlight glinting off the small mirror held within. She drew it out, and set it aside as she returned the pack to her shoulder. One can never be too careful, after all. And who's to say there was only one vampire about?
Adjusting the guards' blades to sit more comfortably, she took up the vampire's weapon and her mirror, and crossed the yard back to the slumbering guards. Taking up a position a few paces from them, and from which she could keep an eye on both of them and Eldrysta's covered form, she sunk down to the ground, laying the blade across her knees, keeping one hand on its hilt and her mirror ready in the other, and settled in to wait.
((Kryptis used her periapt of stability to stabilize the guard with the worst wounds))
