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| Claire | Wed Aug 20, 2014 1:56 pm Post #1 |
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Rain poured down on the canopy above, a hammering not too dissimilar from a freighter's pounding golem engines. Water surged down the ancient trees, howling through sunken roads and making regular process through the forest impossible. But there were ways. The high roads, a network of rotting planks to span the largest gaps in the trees. The bulk of the high road was across the ancient network of intertwined trees themselves. Claire stopped her travel, black hair matted to her face by the implausible downpour. She looked at the figures below, a group of six. Too many for an ambush, not even Galea's fury had a hope. She instead guessed their route across the middle road. They were likely heading to Watchwood, a town neighboring the one she personally protected. Their numbers told her they would be a raiding party for a distant farm and not a full pillaging force. The Sunken Forest bandits were avoiding Creekharbor for the time being. The town's handful of guards had been augmented by a Balefiran sheriff. Even though Balefire was farther from Creekharbor than the tree kingdom, Balefire had more fondness for the human villages in the woods. Claire allowed the small platoon of men and women to pass fully before she darted across the treetops towards Creekharbor. Watchwood was a larger town, it could manage on its own. She swung down into Creekharbor. The main thoroughfare surged with water, filling their little creek well beyond its banks. The houses in Creekharbor were built nestled amongst the high and thick roots of the ancient trees. The tavern clung around base of a great tree like a ring. A ring of charmingly shabby and old wood. Claire picked her way across one of the bridges, followed by a cautious Galea. Galea hated the little bridges, she had to hold her feet close together and cling around the edges with her claws. At least the Cascadian Feathered Drake was an agile beast. At least in their youth. They stepped within the tavern, a room full of the warm scents of the forest's bounty. She sat at her usual haunt, a table reserved for Guardsman John, Guardsman May and Sheriff Valerie. Herself as well, as Recruit Claire. They didn't use last names as much in these human enclaves in a hostile and indifferent woods. First names, they felt, brought everyone closer together. Claire sat amongst the guards as Galea flopped onto an open spot of floor that had been reserved for her. The drake spent her time preening her feathers. The only two sitting there were John and Valerie, both soaked albeit Valerie was the special sort of drenched reserved for those who had fallen into the sunken roads. John was a man in his mid forties, but still bearing muscle from his youth. He had shaved this morning but already gray stubble had sprouted. Valerie was a tall brunette in a black greatcoat with a wide brimmed sheriff's cap on. On her back rested a greatsword large enough to hint that she wasn't entirely human. "Claire, there's a stranger in town. First one since you came." John explained. Valerie adjusted her sheriff's cap and continued to dig into her stew. The woman looked as cold as Claire felt. "Figure out if we can use them. I want to catch more of the Sunken Forest bandits. The murderer king, Jaiten, has been getting more active recently. The weeks of rain have hammered his foraging abilities. He'll need to form up a full pillaging host soon." Claire nodded. Valerie's teeth chattered. The serving man Waiter John, a name given to differentiate him from his father Guardsman John, took Claire's order for a fruit salad and wine. "The stranger can soak. I'm famished." Claire rumbled. |
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| Windy | Fri Aug 22, 2014 12:50 am Post #2 |
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Maurice ran through the forest, his pack jostling enough to disturb the small chimera pup that slept inside it. The pup whined and stuck his head out, seeing four men chasing after his thumb-beast, but his thumb-beast was quick and clever, he would get out of this like all the other times. With that the Chimera Pup laid back down to sleep, Maurice Delvin on the other hand... was making a zig zagging path through the forest, keeping his foes guessing. He had a rapier on his hip and a longsword on his back next to his old haversack, but he couldn't take on six men in a fair fight, the best thing to do would be to lead them into a trap... a trap he didn't have prepared. He kept on running, his legs and lungs were burning, but his foes didn't seem to be in a better condition, occasionally a crossbow bolt or an arrow would come close to hitting him, but striking a moving target without taking time to aim... it was only going to be some bad luck for Maurice to get hit by one. He felt the wind shift and shifted with it, charging off south, he gave a small jump over an exposed root and almost landed in an old bear trap. His eyes widened as he kept his eyes on the ground, nimbly jumping around as he saw more traps. He heard shouts of pain as they chased him through an old hunting field. It wasn't long until half of them were battered and bruised, while the others were badly wounded from wandering into old pit falls and bear traps. Maurice was nearby and he saw another old trap... it was a noose meant for snaring rabbits, the tree branch was pulled back and hidden well... if it went off, it would strike one of the bandits square in the jaw. He readied his longsword and slashed through the rope that held the tree branch in place. After that Maurice charged in after it, slaying the crossbowman with a swift thrust to the chest. He ripped the blade out and spun around, taking another man in the throat. The men tried to retrieve their weapons but Maurice had the advantage, he killed one more before dashing back into the woods. This time the bandits did not dare to follow, they had lost half of their forces and they decided to not walk through the hunting grounds. Maurice kept on running until he made it to a small town. He made his way to a tavern as the fatigue set in. He sat down at the nearest empty table and emptied his haversack onto the table, some gold coins spilled out alongside the now hungry and grumpy chimera pup. When the waiter came to ask for his order her simply said, "Water, some beef stew for me. For my little friend here... warm milk and some really soft meat of any kind. Thank ya." With that he sat there, putting the coins back into his sack before ticking the chimera's belly while whispering, "Well Ferdy... we did some good at least, three rogues dead in the hunting grounds. Good day right?" |
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| Claire | Fri Aug 22, 2014 2:26 am Post #3 |
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The stranger appeared. Claire looked up at him, as did John and Valerie. Waiter John also looked up at him. There was a moment of silence, ruined only by Galea noisily slurping what remained of Valerie's stew and the howling rain. "Welcome, Stranger, to Creekharbor." John said. "The waiter is my son, Waiter John. I'm Guardsman John. To my left is Sheriff Valerie, from Balefire. To my right is Recruit Claire. Behind you, is Guardsman May." May rose from behind the stranger. Her passage was nigh undetectable, the woman was a long time scout in these woods. Some rumors said she was a former bandit. Others said she was a legendary but retired hunter. Claire knew that the small dark skinned woman was a former Istani Ranger. May cracked a grin. "He's not much of a stranger." Waiter John delivered the stranger's food. "I've been followin' his progress for a few days now, here n' there. You don't walk in a straight line much, do you kid?" Claire knew May's skin hid her true age. She was closer to Guardsman John than Waiter John in age. Claire smiled next. "What's your name, Stranger? The fine law enforcement of Creekharbor needs a few extra hands for the rainy season." Claire asked inbetween bites of her yogurt-covered fruit salad. She poked at a few of the tasty nuts that rested atop the thick coating. "We pay. And we don't get people into danger if we can help it." In fact, May's primary job out in the forest was to keep track of the Murderer King's movements, and to redirect him when possible. May had already left before anyone could ask how she was doing, carrying out a wax paper wrapped meal. One could tell the time by May's reappearances in Creekharbor, but they'd be hard pressed to see her appear. Creekharbor itself had a central village where about a hundred people lived, primarily crafstmen and their families. The outer farms made up the rest of the town, mostly orchards, a small fishery, and a few small fields of specialized crops in what little space was available. It was all mostly underwater this time of year. There were five hundred of those folk, including the hunters who made infrequent appearances to send their pelts downstream along Deep Creek. |
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| Windy | Fri Aug 22, 2014 11:46 am Post #4 |
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Maurice was happy that he was being welcomed, but was a bit nervous at the fact that it was by the local law... but it seemed they just wanted to know more about him, a common thing in smaller towns. He blushed a bit when the nice lady stated he didn't move in a straight line very often and simply said, "I just go where the wind takes me." With that said his food arrived, he began cutting up the meat brought for his chimera pup and placed the saucer of milk before his pet. Ferdy the Chimera immediately began to drink the milk, only stopping to try and devour the meat, which he mostly left to the snake head at the end of his scaled tail. The snake's jaws could easily fit around the meat and swallow the small pieces that were cut off for it, and whatever it couldn't swallow, the lion half would tear up into smaller pieces. Maurice ate a few bites of his stew before speaking to the group, "Oh, I'm Maurice Delvin, Knight of the Wind, I wander free like the Wind I love. Oh, and my little buddy here is Ferdimond for the lion part, and the snake is called Coggsworth, but I just call them Ferdi and Coggs." He could hear the rain hammering against the roof... and swiftly decided, if the wind kept on blowing he would simply stay in town until a less violent wind was blowing. He took a few moments before replying to the idea of employment, but he knew his gold wouldn't last forever, and stopping to get some coin wouldn't hurt... or if it did it wouldn't hurt to much. Maurice nodded as he drank his water, speaking only after clearing his throat, "I could use some coin, sure. I'm not a blademaster or anything, but I'm pretty fast on my feet and I've got a few tricks up my sleeve. I just need a place to keep Ferdi and Coggs. Oh, and Coggs' teeth can't pierce human flesh yet, only small animals like rabbits and such can actually be bitten and he's to young to inject a fatal dose of poison." He stopped again to tickle, the now full, Ferdi's stomach, "Isn't that right Ferdi and Coggs?" Ferdi purred as Coggs nuzzled the hand, eventually the two were sleeping easily, allowing Maurice to get back to his stew and water, he would wait for his new 'friends' to give him orders or something, but for the moment he just wanted to eat. |
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| Claire | Fri Aug 22, 2014 2:46 pm Post #5 |
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Galea had taken slight interest in FerdiCoggs. She shifted her body and then stretched her neck backwards to sniff at the small creature before relaxing again. Then she went back to the stew, in which a big piece of goat had just appeared. Claire dug into her fruit salad as quickly as she could, having the odd feeling that she was about to be sent on another patrol. "We don't expect blademasters or legendary warriors in Creekharbor, Maurice. They can't be bothered to come here. They've got better things to do, like not getting muddy or fight in tournaments or romance one another." There was an edge to Guardsman John's voice, a knowing loathing. "The only ones who come out this far into the wood are actual law enforcement. The ones every day citizens can count on. So, perfectly fine as a fighter doesn't sound great, it sounds fantastic." The edge in the thirty-third John's voice had disappeared. Valerie finally chimed in. "I will warn you, Maurice, that this isn't a playground. The Murderer King Jaiten has become more active. And May worries that he's not intending to besiege Watchwood this time, but launch a full blown raid on Creekharbor. If you encounter the Murderer King's band, run. His day is coming, but the house of lords still hasn't passed the vote to create an extermination posse." Guardsman John guffawed. "You think they'll actually send help? They sent you, Valerie, and last I checked that was probably enough help for the distant villages. Come on, you could take the Murderer King and his whole band with your stew bowl and spoon!" Valerie cast a glare at him. "I am the Sheriff for this region. I don't count, my office is in Watchwood. They will send someone." Valerie shot back. Claire rose. "I think I'll just take Maurice on patrol. Show him the area?" Claire said. As soon as the man finished his stew she left, motioning to Galea as she did. The moment the two were out of the inn the fighting increased. Claire cast a tired look to Maurice. "They've been like that. The threat of Jaiten is rather considerable, and since his scouts have been probing towards Creekharbor," Claire lead Maurice up to the high road out of the village, around a winding, steep staircase set into the side of a tree. There, it was a network of wooden bridges between only the large gaps between branches. If one were to fall, they would end up in the raging torrent of water that was trying to escape Creekharbor Basin. "We've been very worried. Watchwood only survives Jaiten's rampages because of their wall. Creekharbor can't even build such a thing. The floods, you know." Claire's path took them north. After a good bit of walking they stopped as Claire examined the muddy ground far below. The edge of the rising waters was here, and foot wide rivulets of water carved paths through the loam. But there were footprints below where their steps had pressed into the thick mud. "Four bandits. You, me and Galea can take them. They were heading northwest." |
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| Windy | Fri Aug 22, 2014 3:44 pm Post #6 |
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Maurice stayed silent during their arguing and simply finished his meal. He slid Ferdi and Coggs into his haversack, leaving enough coin for his meal before following Claire out the door. He gave a small chuckle, the two guards back there reminded him of his own friends, bickering about silly things and serious things, always belittling each other. He silently followed Claire until they met the footsteps of four scouts. Maurice scratched his chin, following the footprints with Claire until the four prints became five... and quickly the five became seven. Maurice nodded as he said, "Yeah... we don't have to follow these tracks anymore. They'll branch off east a bit and then head south straight into a large patch of forest filled with old traps. Oh, and I should know because I'm one of the seven sets of foot prints. Had six bandits chasing me earlier today." He squatted down on an old fallen log as he continued on, "We'll find three corpses, all killed by a longsword, but weakened from pit falls, nooses, tripping hazards. The other three walked away somewhere, probably to report back about me. The fact that I ran around like a chicken with my head cut off until I got the chance to ambush them in the dark forest while they tried to recuperate from their wounds. I killed three of them before dashing away, I should have probably told the boss lady about this before, right?" It had completely slipped his mind for a while, but now that he had told Claire this, perhaps they should report back, then again they might go and track those three... after all, their muddy foot prints would lead them on a merry jaunt through the woods. |
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| Claire | Fri Aug 22, 2014 6:48 pm Post #7 |
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Maurice revealed what the tracks truly were. Claire felt a bit silly, but realized she simply didn't know all that much about tracking. She looked at the split tracks and listened to Windy's suggestion. She shook her head. "We don't need to tell Sheriff Valerie or Guardsman John. We'll just have to be careful. And there's only three, which means we won't be in much risk." Claire explained. She rose and walked back down the trail and then followed the path of the three from high above. She mentally referenced her map of the valley and guessed where they were. "They are heading to Camp Moron. We'll need to outpace them or hope Camp Moron is currently empty of other bandits." Claire said. She picked up her pace, moving at a quick, low walk. For a guardsman she was surprisingly stealthy, picking her way across the branches and high bridges with little sound. "We name the local bandit camps. Usually they stay empty, but we left all their little hideouts so new bandits entering the region find old, hidden camps and think they've just hit the jackpot. In truth, we know where all those hidden camps are and pick them off as they go to and from. There's also Camp Dunce, Camp Idiot, Camp Stupid and Camp Mediocre. Farther in the woods you've got the Murderer King's Fort, which was formerly known as Fort Really Now? until an actual threat took it. I'm pretty sure he's currently discovering some of the modifications the guard have made. Most notably, all the tiny holes that were drilled into the walls." They walked farther and Claire slowed. "Normally the bandit population is more a scattering of poachers who like stealing goats or smugglers who can't keep their heads down. But the Murderer King is a different matter entirely, and real murderers have followed in his wake. Normally he stays in Norwood itself or southern Distant County, not in the basin." She stopped her rambling and held a hand out to Windy. Far below them, in what looked like normal undergrowth between two roots larger than elephants was hushed, but aggressive tones. She led him a little farther along the branch until they reached a different angle, enough to see a few of their heads. "I hear maybe six? Eight?" Claire drew out her satchel. "I've got a trap kit. Any ideas how to split them up?" This was admittedly more aggressive than she would normally be. Claire preferred picking off groups of two, sometimes three if she prepped an ambush area. But desparate times called for desparate measures. |
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| Windy | Mon Aug 25, 2014 10:36 pm Post #8 |
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Maurice followed Claire for a while longer, he wasn't very stealthy, but he tried to keep as quiet as possible while following her. It wasn't long until he felt the wind stir, and with it came voices. He stopped in place with Claire and groaned internally, there was only one real possible plan. Maurice squatted down next to her as he spoke, "I bet I can get'em to chase me. They're probably pretty angry. I could jump down, maybe kill one before having to run, you just need to set up a trap at some kinda landmark for an ambush." Maurice leaned forward a bit, taking a short peak at his foes. He could see a crossbowman, that would be his victim. He was a bit farther away from everyone else, trying to re-string and oil the mechanisms in it. Maurice looked back to Claire and nodded, "Just tell me where to lead them, give me a direction to head and I'll lead'em into the trap. I'll wait here for a little while, give you some time to set things up." He just needed the location and direction, after that he could sprint and shout like crazy as he ran away from a band of murderous thugs. |
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| Claire | Tue Aug 26, 2014 12:44 am Post #9 |
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Windy seemed supremely confident in his plan. Claire still felt unease. It was one thing for May to draw out and ambush bandits, but she was an experienced guerilla fighter. Claire wasn't even an experienced fighter. But it was worth a try, and May was probably close enough that if she shouted the shevakiri would appear. "Just...be careful. These bandits aren't pushovers if there are any of the Murderer King's core band with them." Claire emphasized the last point. She looked in the distance. "If you head straight west, and by straight west I mean along that path of boards and tree roots right below us, you'll reach Banner's Crossing, which is a bridge between two root-mounds. I've got a trap that'll knock one of them out at the front there, and then I'll throw caltrops down after we've retreated across Banner's Crossing." Claire then pointed to a bit of brush at the end of one tree. "That indicates where a small crevace in that tree forms. Jam your fists in and climb down it. I'll show you a way back up after Banner's Crossing. Just give me a minute to get a head start on you so I have time to set up my trap...err, it'll be about three feet from the bridge itself." Claire rushed off across the treetops, Galea following behind her. She knew her route was quicker, but she wasn't entirely familiar with her traps yet. They came across a small clearing in the trees, between which two sharp hills rose. Roots the size of roads were partially concealed beneath the pleasant soft grasses and moss. Claire swung around the side of a tree and found the footholds formed of old bark with clever use of nails. She half-fell, half-climbed as quickly as she could. Galea leapt from the tree and glided down. She trotted around the root hill a few times as Claire climbed down and then rushed onto the hill. She drew a thin magical wire from her pack and quickly tied a loop into it, and then tied it straight to one of the old bridges supporting beams. She looked to Galea. "I've got just the spot for you." |
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| Windy | Sat Aug 30, 2014 3:18 am Post #10 |
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Maurice grinned and nodded as he listened, this kind of plan brought back memories of his old group, four warriors fighting a dozen foes, using clever traps and ambush tactics, this is where Maurice belonged. He slowly climbed down the tree, landing on the ground softly as he made his way around the camp. He waited for nearly five minutes before bursting out from the woods, drawing steel as he rushed the back of the crossbowman. The crossbowman turned at the noise, only to let out a shout before steel bit deeply into his neck. Maurice quickly sliced the new crossbow string and stuck his tongue out at the bandits, "Nya nya, stupid bandits are worthless in a real fight. I should have gotten a crippled child wielding a broken stick to fight you lot." The bandits let out howls of rage and anger as they chased Maurice. Maurice on the other hand was like the wind, his movements were random as he skirted the edges of trees, hopping over roots and taking odd twists and turns, but still heading west. He eventually made it back onto the path and made for a single direction. He could hear curses and shouts behind him, the bandits were still on his trail. He saw the bridge between two mounds and ran across it, hopping and skipping across quickly before stopping and turning. He planned on fighting them here if he could, but if their anger still took them and they charged across the bridge together... then Maurice would simply destroy the bridge, his longsword was in his hand and he could see the first two bandits. Maurice raised his most offending finger and pursed his lips, making small kissing sounds that seemed to echo in the forest. He could see the red cheeks and faces of his foes, angry at the impudence of the lone warrior. Maurice just had to wait for back up... and then the trap would be complete. |
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| Claire | Sat Aug 30, 2014 4:41 pm Post #11 |
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Maurice ran by her hiding spot, and then the bandits. The front runner suddenly twirled out of the way, swinging straight into the water head first. He laboriously clawed his way onto one of the root humps, his foot anchored to the bridge by a silvery cord. Claire rose up behind the bandits, breaking from a small patch of brush nestled into a tree. She draped the ground behind her in caltrops as she rushed onto the bridge. Her footsteps attracted attention and the bandit group stopped, splitting their four man attention between Claire and Maurice. They seemed quite confident. The water exploded, a snaking, white-feather head and upper torso reached out of the water and grabbed one of the men by the ankle and yanked him into the water. He struggled for a moment, but Galea killed him. Claire struck one of the men with her shield, catching his weapon against his torso and knocking him off his feet. She switched targets, swiping her mace towards the sole woman of the group. The woman caught it and lunged towards Claire with a dagger. The guardsman narrowly stepped back, the dagger taking a small bite from her skin. |
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| Windy | Fri Sep 5, 2014 7:06 pm Post #12 |
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The plan went off without a hitch, one man was trapped to the bridge, another attacked by the dragon, and now only three foes were able to active fight them. He took his blade to the man wielding an old rusted mace, he swung it quickly, but his strikes were without discipline, he would be hard pressed to strike someone as agile as Maurice. Maurice danced in and out of his foe's range until he could get a lunge in. He mace still thudded into his side, but his longsword was now sticking out of the man's back. Maurice kicked the body off his blade and silently raised his blade up, bringing the flat of it down hard on the back of the woman's head. She let out a small groan before Maurice brought the pommel of his blade down onto her skull, knocking her out cold. Maurice sighed as he back pedaled and sat down on an exposed root just off to the side of the bridge. Maurice sighed as he placed both hands on his blade's pommel. He looked to Claire and sighed, "So do we take both of them in alive, or kill one and bind the other? Now that I think about it... do we have any rope to bind them with?" Back in his homeland, he had fought the occasional bandit, but his flaming longsword was primarily used for killing undead, taking prisoners... was something completely new to him. |
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| Claire | Sat Sep 6, 2014 2:02 am Post #13 |
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The battle was over thankfully quickly. Galea drew herself onto the bridge, her back claws scrabbling her way upwards. A few shallow cuts bled from her face. A deeper cut was set into her shoulder. The drake didn't seem particularly bothered. Claire winced as she turned to Maurice, her hand on her waist. "I've got enough manacles for everyone here. There's no need to kill." Claire replied. She rounded up the remaining living bandits and manacled them, and then connected those manacles with a joining chain. She had Galea take the back and lead from the front. The bandits were quick to move with an angry drake slavering at their heels. "Avoiding unnecessary killing is something a guardsman needs to do. Even if they are scum, they get the same legal rights as the rest of us. After all, they broke a law we wrote." Claire explained. There were a few grumbles from behind her. "These guys will probably get sent down to the Distant County Jail in Watchwood." |
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| Windy | Sun Sep 7, 2014 12:46 am Post #14 |
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Maurice smiled, he knew such a thing was true outside of the islands... but back in his old home, a lot of crimes ended with either Maurice or one of his knight comrades beheading a lot of undead or bandits. He kept near the back to keep an eye on them, his longsword now resting on his shoulder as they walked. It wasn't a terribly long walk, but something was just... bugging him, he felt it had either gone to easily or someone was watching them. Maurice looked around, a small flash of movement was barely caught, but that was it. Maurice walked a bit faster, catching up to Claire and whispered to her, "Don't like this. I saw some motion a second before, didn't see who or what, but last time I had this kinda feeling... lets just say it was a big fight, and among the nine knights I was leading, only three others made it out alive with me." He just could feel the ambush in his bones, he had only lived for so long thanks to his instincts, and his instincts right now told him to either hurry up or prepare to fight. |
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| Claire | Wed Sep 24, 2014 1:37 am Post #15 |
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Claire winced as he spoke. She did not enjoy fighting if it could be helped. She stopped and looked to the chain of grumbling men behind her, who had perked up a bit on hearing word there would be an ambush. "Galea, come!" Claire ordered. The drake skittered past the men. "We'll leave the prisoners behind. They won't be hard to catch, the treacherous paths will see to that." She moved past Windy, quickly. Claire raised her shield and her mace as she moved. Galea gallumped behind her. Claire's eyes tracked snippets of movement across the trees and in the distant brush. [OOC: TERRIBLY RUSTY] |
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