Chago licks his lips and his eyes go vague for just a moment as he focuses on something else and then grins, despite the pain from his iron burned mouth it brings. "I can still taste him. We have any more shit from him, and his ass is ours." he tells her before turning to Shova and the young female. "Toss me the bottle." he calls to them. "I'm making sure there ain't an easy key."

After all, that's not just quicksilver in that bottle. It's been made for those bonds. And since the maker isn't likely to be able to make more....

Now freed Shova's appearance seems more vibrant, more alive and richer and real. He looks up with a grin, an arm around the young satyr to keep her calm, his fingers tapping against her waist. What? He's not doing anything? Kiersten doesn't have to hurt him...yet. He tosses the bottle to Chago with a grin, rising to his feet and helping the other up. "Good idea."

Genny nods as well, sliding off of the Knocker and wiping her hands clean on his robes. The fire that has pushed her seems to be ebbing even as she scrambles to her feet, the bloody whip dangling in her hand. She stands there for a moment before her body really seems to realize that it's broken and the rest of her runs out of rage. "Cha.." That's as far as she gets before she falls.

Falls, maybe, but not far. There's a reason that Chago snapped the tossed bottle out of the air like a bit of flipped popcorn. His hands were working to get one Gauntlet, at least, off. He didn't bother to tell her not to get up because she had to recover herself enough to listen for that to do any good. By the time -that- happened, she'd already be up. Go figure.

Instead, he was looking for the fall and she's barely got that first syllable out before he's there to catch her. "Easy. You're screwed up worse than Maxim's dinner." he says before turning to Shova. "Okay, Fuzzyass. Go find me something to bind her leg still with before you do something to make your sidhe girlfriend shove a boot up your butt."

Yes, he had to mention a sidhe girlfriend to be sure that the newest satyr there knew she was maybe not interested in Shova at the same time he kept the satyr from doing things he might regret.

One of Genny's hands catches the back of his shirt, helping to hold herself up. The other is holding the whip in a loose grip, but not so loose that she drops it. Her breath comes in shallow gasps and she shakes her head, it's hard to tell the extent of her injuries, but the hip is the worst. Her gaze focuses in on his face. "You...okay?" Yep...more worried about him than her.

Shova takes the reminder as it's intended, giving the new arrival a sheepish little grin before he wanders through the room, humming as he finds some cloth and rips it into long strips.

"Better'n you, doll." he tells Genny with a smirk that shows the split and burnt lips and lets her see from up close that his front teeth look worn. "Smallnuts had some Night of the Living Dead reject with an iron knife going for your back. I bit the wrong damn thing. On the other hand, you got your ass beat with an iron rod. I -know- I heard something snap. Your ass ain't even thinking of trying to use that leg for more than growing fur until it's been checked right. I don't want you messing it up worse and not being able to walk right long term."

And yes, that is stated as close to an order as he'll ever come with her.

A wan smile crosses Genny's lips at that and she inclines her head. If it didn't hurt so bad she might agree with him. As is, two beat downs within the last week and the satyr is feeling rather like resting truth told. Once she's more healed it'll be harder to keep her abed. "Yer the boss this time. I ain't gonna argue." She shifts slightly and blanches, a very soft grind of bone on bone able to be heard even in that little motion.

Shova chooses that moment to return with his purloined ties. "Think these will work?"

Chago glances at them and nods. "Yeah. Good enough. Now step over and brace her up. If anyone's gonna hurt her like this is gonna, it's gonna be me." he warns. Then he calls to the other satyr. "Yeah. You. I ain't gonna bite. Get your fuzzy ass over here and help him hold her so she don't shift and hurt herself worse." He demands.

Once both satyrs are where he wants them, he warns "Hold her tight as hell. This is gonna hurt and she'll try and move. You gotta be ready for her to drive into ya, you got that?" Then he looks at Genny. "I know you'll try, but I want them ready in case." His eyes lift to the others again then and he lifts the bandages in his ungloved hand. "You ready?"

When they nod, that ungloved hand snaps into Genny's chin in a hard punch. Right on the 'light's out' button without warning. "Put her down. Careful." he tells them as he shakes a sore hand. "Her hip is screwed. Ain't no way I was gonna put her through what it's gonna take to even get it close to right and tie her legs together to keep her still." he explains before getting to work on that binding.

The two satyrs just -stare- at him. They do lower Genny to the ground, but that's mostly because they almost drop her after he punches her lights out. Not like it took much, she was already not entirely with it.

Obviously a bit scared, the young satyr clears her throat, looking at Genny's hip. Her own injuries are so very mild in comparison. "I...umm...how are we gonna get her back to town?"

Once he's got her leg as straight as it should be and feeling as close to set as he can manage and then tied to the other to keep her from moving much, Chago moves to attack the 'altar' that the new satyr was tied to, biting and rending until he has a few sizable pieces to bind to Genny as well to totally immobilize her furry parts. He even pins her tail in all of it, even though that's accidental. As he works, he explains "Levitation. I'm decent with it and I'll use that to carry her smooth all the way."

She nods, before picking up a couple of strips of cloth and moving to help bind up Genny's other wounds. Wouldn't do to get the hip right and have her bleed out from something else.

Surprisingly she's prolly more help than Shova who is still trying to deal with the fact Chago HIT his trueheart. This has boggled the satyr's brain.

Bet it would really mess with him to learn it's not the first time. Satyr passion added to redcap temper equals an occasional need to replace some furniture. Or at least clean up some blood. Chago doesn't begrudge Shova the time to recover though. Instead, he focuses on the young lady. "So doll. You know something about broken bones too, or just bandages?" After all, bandages are easy. Add something over the place that bleeds and make it stay there. And, amazingly enough, until he's done with making sure Genny is in as good a condition as they can arrange for, the new female in the group doesn't even get leered at.

She looks up from where she's blotting away some of the dried blood on one of Genny's arms, trying to decide if it's just left over mess or a wound under there. The question makes her blink and she rolls her shoulders. "A little of both, but more the later. My mentor was starting to teach me about more complex medicines when I was brought here." She tilts her head, studying Genny one hand reaching to touch the ring of silver around Genny's horn. "I've seen this before... Not in person, but in pictures."

Chago reaches up and touches the mate that hands from one of his earrings. "We can talk about 'em later. See if you think her leg is as good as I'm gonna get it. I ain't much better'n getting things, and this shit's from iron so it needs to be better'n that." he half growls before looking up at Shova at last and then lifting one hand to snap his fingers in the male satyr's face.

"Run back and get a wagon of some type. Smoothest ride you can find and get Chico and Harpo looking for a doctor, got that Groucho? I want a backup in case I can't carry her that far with magic."

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Shova blinks several times, looking between Chago and Genny. He takes a deep breath and slowly nods. "I'll go. Just...don't hit her again." Yeah, he still can't believe it. "I'll try to find some sleep weed, something for the pain and to keep her asleep." That said he takes off, running maybe even faster than they did to get here.

The younger satyr, shakes her head as he takes off, adjusting one of the ties. She ties it tight enough that even unconscious Genny makes a noise. "It looks good...at least as good as something like this gets. The joint is all messed up, kinda mashed in. My name is Cindy, if you want to know."

Chago's shoulders tighten and his lips curl back enough to start them bleeding again at Shova's comment. Yeah, it was meant differently than Chago is taking it, but the 'cap is suddenly pissed. Thankfully, Shova runs off before Chago can lose more than temper.

As Cindy does what needs to be done, Chago recovers his Gauntlet and pulls it back on with a jerk. He's right there when Genny makes a sound though, protective and alert."Iron bar. He pounded the hell out of her with one. I don’t know how he even got that much iron here. The Dream should have screwed him for it. You was kinda tied up while that shit was happening."

Finally remembering the knocker that's been curled up on the floor. Chago literally kicks fellow from the cave, not watching to see where he lands. Then he comes back and starts looking for accelerators in the supplies to spread on the floor as he carefully moves Genny and Cindy out. "If there's anything you want, grab it fast. I'm torching this hellhole on the way out."

Cindy watches as the very out of it Knocker gets kicked across the room and out of the cave. He doesn't even react, not seeing Chago at all from the way his eyes are clouded. That may also have to do with the fact he's still bleeding, a slow and painful way to go.

Cindy shakes her head as he spreads accelerants around the floor, it's easy to find them as he used part of this room for smelting his metals together. "Nothing I want here." She can't help but touch the band Genny wears again before shaking her head. "Iron bar...good gods... That's just so wrong."

"No shit." Chago growls just before sidearming the last of the accelerant into the fire pit he took coals from earlier and then running with Genny floating ahead from a quickly cast levitate that was bunked with a rather hasty hand gesture and a heavy outpouring of personal glamour. Even with all the glamour he put into it, it's not going to last long, but it'll get them safe from the fire and buy time for something better.

Once that's handled, he can start home, only delaying to ask "So... where did Smallnuts find you, doll?" to the satyr and -finally- give her the more typical looking over that most females get from him.

She's a slight little thing, cute for all that she's still rather on the young side. She watches the fire for a minute as they walk away before the question finally gets through to her. "Huh? Me? I live in a village on the other side of the mountain. A friend of mine and I were berry picking and he showed up..." She falls quiet for a minute and sighs softly. "I think he killed Jason. I'm...not really sure." She looks at Genny and then back to Chago. "She your girl?"

Chago nods to that. "Yeah. She is. I wouldn't have let her do that otherwise. She needed to kick his ass." he explains. That shit’s been riding her..." he trails off for a moment then as one hand lifts to touch the earring he wears in though. "It's been riding her for too damn long. I ain’t sure it’s even over yet, but we’ll keep kicking asses until it is." Then he goes thoughtful for a moment. "Which mountain?" he asks. "The one with that cave near the Dark Trod? Nasty place to live if that's it."

"Those rings are...the stuff of stories, legends. Not many of them around anymore." Cindy nods, absently tapping her fingers against her leg as they walk in a rapid little rhythm. Satyr...can't help herself. "That one. It's not so bad on the other side. Things clear up and there are some good fields for olives and grapes. The mountain protects us from most of what comes up near the Trod." Important things for the passionate and food loving.

"No shit?" asks Chago with a lift of an eyebrow before turning his focus back to Genny and making sure she's riding smoothly as he wants. "I thought it was something tying back to when Smallnuts back there was messing with her herd for some asshole sidhe that she gutted." he tells the girl. "I knew they meant a lot to her. Personal shit, ya know? I didn't know they was more'n that. Can ya tell me about 'em? Help pass the time as we walk?"

Cindy is thoughtful for a moment before nodding. "I can tell you the stories, yeah. And it does tie into the Horror of the Slaughter." Yes, you can hear the capital letter, like someone talking about the Holocaust or other tragic events that leave a mark on a culture. "But the rings themselves are older. They come from the first bloodlines, from the great mountain where the satyr first came to be. Created for the first herd by the hand of Pan." Her voice drifts a bit as she talks, trying for that natural storyteller's lilt. She's mimicking those she's heard before though, so it doesn't quite suit her, but you can't blame a girl for trying.

Now, that bit of info catches Chago's ear for certain. "No shit?" he asks again before shaking his head. "Sorry. Your story. I'm listening." And listen he does, very intently and trying to stay quiet to let her tell the tale. He doesn't say a word about the way she tells it either. No need to make her self conscious.

She looks up, obviously enjoying the telling. She might make a good story teller with more practice. Her head inclines, much lighter hair bouncing around her shoulders. "Yes. Over time as the first ventured into the world the rings went with them, passed down bloodlines or between mentors and students. Some satyrs could wear the rings and some could not." Cindy pauses then, explaining. "I'm fairly sure I can't. My grandfather had a Ring of Pan once and tried to put it on, but it burned through his horn sheering it off at the base. It wasn't his to wear, but his to protect until it told him who to pass it onto. It's said that there's power in the rings, power that won't come to life until they're worn by the right satyrs. Satyrs of the bloodline of the First. No one even remembers what they can wake in the satyr...what gifts they could wield but the speculation is endless." She gestures to Genny. "The herd that was Slaughtered carried many of the rings. Some said they were the first herd reborn, gathered from the ends of the earth... The sidhe bastard that killed them took joy in their pan, but he also wanted what they bore..."

Chago nods his agreement there. Yeah, he knows at least some of that part. "He wanted a lot of bullshit. And he got what he deserved out of it eventually." He gestures to Genny and smiles a cold smile. "She tore his ass up enough to do a redcap proud." he tells the girl before shaking his head. "Shit. Didn't mean to interrupt. Anything else?" Leave it to Chago to not say sorry.

"Did she?" Cindy's eyebrows both arch and she leans forward a little. "Is she the one that stopped it? The stories never tell what happened. Just that there was a great fall, that old blood awoke and one who would have made himself a god was felled by one from below. They sing songs about the fall of the house, but never what caused its fall." Yep, she just totally got distracted and forgot about the other story.

Chago gives a small nod and his voice is touched with a hint of pride. "Yeah. She did it. I'll let her tell you more when she's awake. She'll need distractions as she heals. Maybe teaching you what you was almost part of will help pass some of that time." He turns his head and spits back toward the knocker's place. "Dipshit there was the one helped imprison the herd and made the rest possible. I heard him say you was the last sacrifice he needed to bring his boss back and get even for what happened."

Gotta love redcap tact, huh?

She blinks, looking a bit stunned. "ME?" Her voice goes high and strained. "Oh...my...I...umm..." She stops walking, just caught with this idea. "But I'm a nobody. I don't even have old blood or anything. Why would I be able to..." And then the next part catches up to her. "HE WAS TRYING TO BRING THE SIDHE LORD BACK?!?" yes...her brain has just screeched to a stop.

Chago acts like he didn't even notice. "Yep. Genny says Dipshit was that asshole's chief torturer. Really creative goblin from what she said." Yeah. Not even a knocker anymore in Chago's eyes. He's a twisted version instead. "When she heard his name, we went hunting. I scryed on him and he was getting ready to cut on you, talking about final sacrifice and shit, so I tossed some coals in his face and bought us time. You're good now, he's screwed worse than a crack whore, and the head dipshit is still rotten hamburger."

He shakes his head and snaps his fingers in the youngster's face, flashing light off the metal and glass in his Gauntlets as he does. "So, how do you think your village would like someone able to kick the ass of shit like that to be standing guard on that Dark Trod? You think your people would support a redcap and a satyr setting up housekeeping to do that, like they would some noble asshole?"

"Uhhhh...." She takes a minute and then finally blinks. "What?" Nope, she didn't hear a word after the whole 'yes, he was trying to bring back revelation.' Only after Chago repeats himself, assuming that he will, does she brighten again. "I'm sure the village elders would like that. Particularly if it's you and her." Umm...duh. Okay, so Cindy isn't necessarily the sharpest crayon in the pack all the time, but she's earnest and means well.

"Nah. It's my cousin Boss Hogg and his buddy, Billy G. Gruff." He gives her a beat to process before starting out again with a "Here's your sign." over his shoulder. He holds up his hand before she can complain. "Just stay quiet a sec. I wanna listen for Shova and see if he's coming back yet."

Cindy opens her mouth, lips turning in a frown as he shushes her and muttering under her breath. "Long as -she's- around no one will mind." Okay, so not entirely impressed with the meanie redcap.