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| Hunting for Bandits; Just writing for fun and going up against bandits. | |
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| Torienthos Encinosa | Wed Jun 6, 2018 5:28 am Post #1 |
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It was earlier in the day, when the sun had yet to scour fully into the skies. When the air was still cool with the mornings shade. Where the birds flew to and fro in their chase. And squirrels skittered about and leapt in bounds with nuts and prizes gained to be stored. That morning Torienthos had set his patrol about the outer bearings of the Norwoodian Region. He had spent time with the elves further within the region, and they had directed him and his squad of rangers to head in the direction he had now arrived within. They had told him that bandits were in this area, that a merchant had passed word that there were a few outposts of these brigands that encircled the larger encampment where they more comfortably lived. Torienthos had arrived in Norwood with a handful of his elven kin. Kin from an area where they were trained and had experienced more than the rangers of Norwood have. Word had reached them from passing herdsmen beyond Norwood that the elders had beckoned for aid in dealing with these bandits, and other encounterings of evil elsewhere in Norwood. These bandits though, seemed the easier of the two, and thus were the first on his list to deal with. First though, some recon was to be obtained. He had set about discerning the perimeters of the area. Finding notable paths through the rare portions of the woodlands where the roots were passeable. Such woods demanded that horses and carriages were not used. That the luxuries and ease of civilization not be allowed within its' boundaries as it was so widely known throughout the rest of the lands and the cities beyond. This far from the elven inhabitants of the woods, tree-housings, roped bridges, and other above ground means of movement and housing were not seen. It was more natural in these parts, yet, he had begun to notice things in the area that were different from where the elves inhabited the woods. Here, there seemed to be traces of where humans had taken upon themselves to produce what they were used to in the civilized part of the lands beyond the woods. At first, he had come upon a vacated dwelling, a small shack that had rotted away where it had leant against the base of one of the gigantic trees. Something had thrashed the small structure, and left boned remnants upon its' dirt laden floor. Closer to the edge of the woods themselves, where the earthen ground was not so heavily amassed with roots that rose higher than a man could stand, wagons had been abandoned. Wheels broken from uneven ground. And attempts to drive over what shouldn't. There were quite a few of these. As if the bandits he sought had commandeered what they had stolen, and had to leave the wagons as far inwards as they could ride them before moving the cargo manually further into the woods to their undiscovered hide outs. There then, was a scream that arose from beyond the woods, where in the distance the plains surrounded the outlying trees, and upon the plain a not too distant road weaved within the dried earthen ground. In the distance, the wood-elf was able to see a handful of figures running towards a small caravan of a few wagons. Those wagons had a small guard to protect them, armed men who were forming together to thwart the attack. It looked as though they might be outnumbered. Dutiful enough to be of aid, elven ears twitched beneath the awry weight of his leather hood. He leapt from his haunches onto a lower branch beyond him. The branches themselves were thick, sturdy, and barely shifted when his descending movement impacted the contours of the bark that gave him all the more added use of friction to get a grip with the leather soles of his boots. Yet, the leap was only one of many as he began to dart along the weave of intertwining limbs. Paths along the arms of the noble trees were followed in a more instinctual manner as he headed in the direction where the ambush was growing louder and closer as he continued. It was only when he'd reach the farthest of the trees of Norwood that he would hunker down again onto a knee. His longbow was already on its' withdraw from the harness on his back. Two quivers bore arrows that rose up well above the burled width of his shoulders. Leathers adjusted along his back as his bare arms ensued with ritualistic ink and paintings kept him camouflaged with ease in the shade, and dismal movement of branches and leaves above him. He would remain out of sight where he positioned himself. A wavering branch remained in front of him, yet he could easily enough aim over it where a gap would allow his arrows to begin to arce through the air, and fall upon the men charging the caravan beyond. There were quite a few of them. Utterances of arcane were slithered from his tongue that chided in an aged elven chant that began to bestow a blue aura to swirl along the shafts of his arrows before they would be loosed. Aiding in their aim, and descent to fall all the more accurately upon their victims beyond. The first of such fell heavily into the back of a bared neck. Shattering that protusive spine and sending the man stumbling onto his knees and hands in an instant as if struck by a sudden boulder. Blood spraying forward to catch at the heels of the others he was following. Perhaps they would not see their fallen comrade, their interests more upon their newfound prey beyond. And so he began to pick them off, from the farthest back to those in front. |
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| Arthur | Thu Jun 14, 2018 5:23 am Post #2 |
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The wagon rolled along the road jerking occasionally on the well worn path. Dust rolled behind the small caravan. There were maybe about four wagons a small trade caravan by any means. A small group of caravan guards rode on or beside the wagons. They were armed well enough for this venture. They kept their eyes on constant watch for bandits. One man though did not. He sat beside the leader of the caravan. His eyes closed. One could almost say he was asleep. Yet they would be wrong. This man was different from the other guards. He was better armed for one and for the other he had the look of a warrior. A seasoned fighter not just someone who took jobs to guard a caravan but a man who fought for the love of fighting. Whether it was his armor so out of place for a mere caravan guard almost a black green and heavier and of finer make than any human smith. Or the sword that lay beside him far older than any of the caravan guards but of master work and on it was a glowing Heron. That alone should have told you that he was no mere caravan guard. Only people who had master the blade not just on a physical level but a spiritual level as well wore that on their blades. It might have also been the other weapons on him. Two Long Knives hung on his belt and two wickedly curved axes as well. These axes almost seemed to whisper to each other. This man was outfitted enough for a small army. It was just his weapons. His gold blonde hair hung past his neck toward the upper part of his spine. His muscles bulging and though flesh looked to be tough as steel. Then there was his ears. His ears pointed almost like an elves. This was no ordinary man. For a brief second he opened his eyes. Two hot burning blue eyes looked around. They were not ordinary eyes. They were not human eyes, they were dragons eyes. A hint to what he was. Arthur stood out among this caravan, he drew attention for he radiated danger kept in check that once unleashed was near impossible to stop. He closed his eyes once more. Letting his ears listen to the surroundings. His nostrils flared sniffing the air smelling for danger.The man next to him spoke saying," You know I have a good feeling about this run Arthur. I keep hearing about bandits and raids along this road. But with you hear I think we will be alright". Arthur opened his eyes and said," You Caravan Guard leader didn't seem to keen on me being here". The man spoke," Oh Bran he'll get over it. He wanted to bring more but I assured him you were worth more than his entire company. That didn't sit well with him. But he doesn't know you like I do." Arthur nodded he had worked for this merchant before on other things. So when he heard the man was looking to hire some extra guards Arthur took the job. Arthur said," We still have to be wary. The camp where the bandits make home is not more than a few miles from here. I wish you had not taken this road even if it is quicker". The man snorted and said," Well be alright". The man was confident Arthur ever the cautious one disagreed. It was then the wind shifted and Arthur smelled them. He held his hand over the man and said," Stop the caravan now". The man did so and said," What is it Arthur"? Arthur grabbed his sword and jumped down from the wagon. He sniffed the air. The guard leader came up and asked," Whats going on? Why have we stopped"? Arthur said," Shh be quiet. I smell trouble up ahead". The man snorted and said," Your jumping at shadows warrior. There is nothing up ahead. I'll prove it". He cantered forward and then arrows rained out from the trees and struck one of the caravan drives and he let out a loud scream. The Caravan guard said," Form ranks ambush". The others formed their ranks. Arthur stood alone. Then the bandits came in mass. There must have been about 25 of them to the guards 5 plus Arthur. Arthur brought up his sword and his interal thoughts went as he began his attack " Cut. Once Commited to fight cut. Everything else is secondary. Cut. That is your duty, your purpose, your hunger. There is no rule more important, no commitment that overrides that one. Cut. Cut from the void, not from bewilderment. Cut the enemy as quickly and directly as possible. Cut with certainty. Cut decisively, resolutely. Cut into his strength. Flow through the gaps in his guard. Cut him. Cut him down utterly. Don't allow him a breath. Crush him. Cut him without mercy to the depths of his spirit. It is the balance to life: death. It is the dance with death. It is the law a dragon lives by or he die" He was the wind of death to these bandits.None that came close to him survied more than a few moments before they lay dead. Limbs that were cut off lay still clutching weapons beside Arthur. Heads rolled about. Blood spilled out on the road.Many seeing his fury focused on the guards thinking them the easy target. They were right. Numbers threatened to overwhelm them. A few guards were downed but not after a feirce fight. Some bandits went for the caravan and the drivers. But they made a mistake they should have focused on Arthur. Because soon fireballs began to hit the bandits knocking them back in flames. They screamed and in that onslaught they all broke. The fight was over most of the bandits that attacked lay dead. Two of the five gaurds were dead another injured badly. The caravaners were not without hurt either. But they survived. Arthur relaxed and his battle focus dropped. He wasn't even breathing hard. However he noticed something strange. A few bandits had arrows in their backs or in the backs of their necks. Arthur eyes narrowed and he looked into the woods. He sniffed the air sorting out the blood and gore for the scent of the forest. He then smelled it and he went toward the smell his sword at the ready he said," You might as well come out elf. I can smell you in there. I know you are no danger to us otherwise those bandits wouldn't be dead. Still best come out my comrades are a bit jumpy right now so I cant be responsible for their actions if they notice you as I have". |
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| Torienthos Encinosa | Sun Jun 17, 2018 7:21 am Post #3 |
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The wind blew, at times it was the whisper of a spirit, sometimes more than one. Other times it was something else, perhaps a sickness that left a curse upon him, like when death was about, and his hand was sending men to greet its out reaching hands. Death was not something elves were to take without remorse. For elves lived entirely long lives compared to the short spanning of a human. More time could be spent in ones' years enjoying the ways of living, of life, and of the worlds natural beauty. Beautiful surroundings that changed through their lives, but not nearly quick enough for a human to notice. It was something they were at a loss of knowing. Much like the sheen of a tear that might have made its way over his eye as he killed. Was he truly so sentimental about killing? Perhaps. Perhaps he had something else to concern himself with. More than twenty men would be too many for him to kill before they would begin the slaughter of the caravan beyond. Such a small guard in comparison. 5 for every 1 guard were very bad odds. Odds many men would run from the field of battle unless they were very tactical, lethal, or had a magi with them. It turned out there was another card up their sleeve. One of the guards who stood out from the others easily enough due to his gall of armor and arsenal of blades began to pronounce himself the champion of the battle. It allowed Torienthos to not feel too sickened at the loss of a caravan, and the weight of such being upon his shoulders. It was a weight that he was dutiful to wield. As if he should in turn have also run to join them, and slaughter them with blades. The distance was too far, and he would not have made it in time to be of much use. And would perhaps as well be mistaken as one of the bandits if the guard had a magi with them, and some spell cast upon their like. He though, took out a good half dozen before they had reached the caravan itself. A line of his marked prey had started a line from the first he had killed that pursued their flight to the caravan beyond. When they had reached the caravan, his arrows had to cease, for the melee became too bloody, and the champions sword had become too unmerciful to predict where his arrows would be needed. A few were picked off from the guards in time to save them. Though one or two had been overwhelmed by numbers too quickly to even be of aid to them. They were only 5 men..against then a 20. It was afterwards, when the champion of the guard had finished decimated his opponents, that Torienthos was allowed to watch from the distance with a perceptive awe. It was rare to find such a warrior in the outlands. Sometimes they would be found as generals leading armies, their fame and skill awarding them such fame and a position to lead men for the more prestigious of purposes. It was as if he were at an arena, and watching the death of those who would fall before a gladiator. Though the mess left upon the ground was much bloodier, much more lethal. It fore told that the being was of a more exceptional skill, if not power than a mere human. Such beings were rare indeed. And to be feared as well. So when the being approached, and demanded Torienthos reveal himself, he did as he was told. It was something careless, and easily enough done. He had a particular confidence in himself, not wholly upon his abilities, but in matters that were not wholly his to explain. It was thus, that he descended from the tree. His bow was returned to its' harness upon his back amongst the outstanding quivers that arose over each of his shoulders. His shrouding cloak concealed much of the lethalities worn upon him. His armor and arsenal of blades were preferred to remain hidden, and secreted so what death was his to relay, would be unknown until it was time to reveal such. Thus, he descended through the giant tree with a grace that a wood elf was inherited with, and bred to enhance through its' aging years of living in such surroundings. Though there was an etheral dark shroud that concealed him, he at times slipped into view to allow him to be recognized as doing as he was told so no necessary action would need to be taken. Perhaps, he feared not the threat of the other caravan guards', but was more curious of this champions purpose to seek he who had come to the caravans aid. And perhaps, he would know more of the bandits he was seeking. Torienthos thus would speak up, his voice resonated through the muscled breadth of his torso that was encased in layers of leather, he spoke with a confident tone, one endowed with strength instead of the elven finesse. And perhaps a more rugged length of life than the merrier youths. "A man of such skill, must be paid well to travel with such a small caravan. They did not give you all they had left to assure you would join them did they?" He spoke with a tint of a jest in his tone, accusing him with humor, and bestowing the blue-eyed one with a sentence of honor. Edited by Torienthos Encinosa, Sun Jun 17, 2018 7:22 am.
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| Arthur | Mon Jun 18, 2018 3:58 am Post #4 |
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Arthur waited on the elf. He would not have been surprised if the elf had faded back into the trees thinking to disappear. He wondered if the elf thought the human only thought he was there. Elves were usually that way. He would not chase after the elf if he did decide not to come out. He needed to help those who had been hurt. They were being tended to even now. A few eyes were upon him talking into the woods. He knew what they wondered. They wondered if there was something else out there. There was a tenseness to the air. Finally he saw the elf descend from a tree. Even his dragon eyes had trouble discerning some of his outline. At least here and there. Elves could go unseen even sometimes in places where one would have thought such a thing impossible. Finally the elf got the ground. The elf was not as tall as Arthur. Of course Arthur was taller than most men. His skin was almost the color of bronze a wood elf then. He had the looks of a ranger by the way he carried himself. Arthur also noted that he might be carrying more than one weapon. Carefully concealed about his person. The elf was dangerous then at least to the bandits. Not to Arthur and that was not arrogance. Okay maybe just a little bit but Arthur had faced tougher opponents. And Arthur was half-dragon and could throw more than once surprise at the elf. He doubted the elf would prove foe though because of his help to the caravan. Arthur was just assessing possible dangers. The elf spoke and Arthur shrugged and said," Not so much as that. I have worked with the caravan master before so I gave him a good deal. I only earn 10 percent more than the regular caravan guards. I didn't do it for the gold though. I had heard bandits were troubling the caravans. And I hate seeing people get hurt. Even if there is a bounty on killing them with some the traders that higher these caravans. I have another deal with those traders. About 50 percent more than what I am earning from the caravan master. Still a good deal for them". Arthur paused a few seconds and said," As it is killing the bandits and raiders what I do. The gold is just a bonus. I don't need it really I have more than enough that I could retire right now and live the rest of my life without worry. But I like adventuring still and retirement is a long ways away". Then he noticed the caravan guard leader making his way toward them. The caravan had noticed the elf now. The tenseness grew a bit more. Arthur turned as the caravan guard came up his sword at the ready. Arthur said heading anything he might say off," Relax Bran. Its a Ranger not a bandit. Notice the arrows in the back of some of the attackers. There from his bow. Elves don't prey on caravans". The man looked to Arthur for a minute and nodded tiredly. He went back to the caravan. Arthur sighed and said," Their all a bit jumpy. Seeing me talk to someone that came out of the woods might have raised their hackles a bit". He then turned back to the elf and said," Thanks by the way for dealing with those that you could. I don't know how many more might have gotten hurt or died if you hand't done that. I could have killed enough of em for the same results but more would have gotten hurt still. Once they shifted focus away from me it would have gotten messy on both sides. And I would have hated to unleash myself to make sure that more did not get hurt". He did not fear what he could do, he feared nothing. But he worried about what might be said. Half-dragons had a reputation. One that Arthur did his best to redeem. Arthur then said," I am Arthur by the way. Arthur Mandraeg." He stuck out his hand to the elf. He wondered if the elf would take it and he wondered what the elf would think of what he had said. Would he think it human arrogance. It might have been a tad bit arrogant but Arthur was no human. Edited by Arthur, Mon Jun 18, 2018 3:59 am.
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| Torienthos Encinosa | Mon Jun 25, 2018 6:49 am Post #5 |
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‡Arthur was taller than Torienthos. He was an elf, a well-built elf, but still a lithe one. The explanation of his wages drew his interest, and a raise of a brow with a piqued curl to the corner of his lip as he charged the other caravans so much of an additional wage. He was creditably worth it. He leaned his head off to the side to take note of the dead that had piled up due to the sword that was wielded. Not a normal one at that as he took a glance at it. He none the less returned his attentions to Arthur, his own hand being sent forth as was courtesy, though half of him was of a mind to just turn around and return to the woods. He kept himself disciplined and figured he'd give the man a few moments before he'd return to the woods, and the fresh set of tracks that so many men had left behind. Hands were thus shook, The leather bindings of his half-bracer no doubt giving added contrast to the grip. A weave of throwing daggers was sheathed along his vambrace, they also added that splint armor version of defense that was so popular in some parts with humans. He took back his hand with little show of being a socialite or care really about such matters. He'd gesture then to the woods with the same hand, a thumb jerking to the stretch of the Norwoodian region as he spoke, "I'm new in this region, found out by the higher elves that they're in need of some help with these buggers. I figure I'll set to their tracks and see if where they lead. If your really leaning on dealing a blow to them, you can follow along. If not, best of paths to you. " It was to the point, he spoke with a confident air about him, though there was still the air of death and lingering prowess and strength emanating from the human after just exerting himself in such killing that the elf was cautious about. His gaze returned to the caravan, and the few men who were injured or lost from the skirmish, a shame it was, but it was a risk they were willing to get paid to endure. Any man could rightly take up such a career, some did it to start themselves off in the mercenary line of work till they made a name of their skill with a blade enough to be brought in to a more reward fitting group. There though, could be many stories behind those who were dead now. Nor did he want to idle too much consolation as to if they had families, ran out of luck, or one thing or another. War had many factors. "I'll be on their tracks, follow me if you will, tend to what you must first with those your oathed to protect." There was still those codes of honor a warrior were to follow if he were to die with pride and seek the path to whichever heaven one sought to be drawn to. Sometimes those codes were thrown aside, some times they were an unwanted weight to burden oneself with. Torienthos disregarded the dead bandits, giving them a glance over from the distance, but not much of heart to investigate them, or loot their pockets. He instead took to their paths trodden through the field that led back to Norwood. He wasn't much for tracking, there were many little, tiny details one had to have an eye to interpret at times. This one he had a large number of men, and the way would liably be easier to follow. There was the matter of vines, hard stretches of wood that would give pauses in tracking them. He began to muddle his mind with an enchantment, and a pray to the winds that were listening for aid in finding what would lead him to their origin. |
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| Arthur | Wed Jul 4, 2018 7:23 pm Post #6 |
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The elf seemed not to want to take Arthur's hand at first. Then finally he did. Not one of those then. Arthur had dealt with some of them. A few times he had to show them their error in thinking him less than he was. He did not want to do that now. He had things to tend to. The elf explained that he was new to the region. That he had found the high elves needed with the bandits. Strange that usually elves never needed help with anything or even admit it if they did. The elf was right he wanted to deal a heavy blow to these bandits. But right now he couldn't. Not till he was sure the caravan was safe. He had made a promise and he would keep it. His word meant a lot to him. Arthur said," I may follow later. I have to tend to these people first. Once they are safe I will join you.". Arthur was itching for another fight he had barely even begun with the last one. Yet the cries of the wounded held him back for right now. The elf then disappeared back into the trees. He could hear the people behind him relax if only a little. He went back to the caravan. The smell of blood and offal filled the air. Wounds were being tended as best they could. Arthur could do better and did do better. He realesed healing magic on the worse injured and those that might not make it. The others he tended with his rudimentary first aid skills. Bran the caravan guard leader looked at him after he finished and said," I think I was wrong about you. You are worth what was paid and more. Without you I dont think many of us would be alive. Two of my men would be dead for sure without that healing of yours". Arthur said," Its not the first time it has happened nor will it be the last. I think the caravan should be safe enough for the rest of the trip.". The man looked confused and Arthur answerred," I am going to hunt down some bandits. My second job. I was only to travel as far as we were first attacked. Then when we were find the bandit base and eliminate it". Bran looked at him and said," But your one man. I know what you did back there was amazing but that had to use up a good bit of energy". Arthur smiled and said," Not really. And I am not a man Bran not in your terms. I am something more. You see I am not hired just because I am the best Bran. I am hired because very few people can stand up to the might of a half-dragon". With that he left the man flustered. He had revealed what he was to show the man not to judge based on what he saw. He also told because it would make the man think. Soon Arthur was into the woods. He followed the elfs trail quite expertly. He was a very good tracker he could follow a fox over a three day cold trail and that was without his sense of smell. He walked as lightly as he could through the forest and finally he found the elf who seemed to be whispering to the winds. Arthur said," If you need help tracking you dont need a spell. I can find the bandits easier than some spell. Their scent trail leads that direction. He pointed toward the north west. He then looked through the bramble and found what he was looking for and nodded and said," Yeah that direction for sure." |
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| Torienthos Encinosa | Thu Jul 5, 2018 2:56 pm Post #7 |
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It wasn’t often he teamed up with someone not of his squad of elven kin. This being though was of a more powerful aptitude than any normal human. He though, would have his flaws. For instance, there were still dead guards in the caravan, and wounded. So, the lad wasn’t completely invincible. Torienthos was curious why none of the bandits fled when their fellows began to become slaughtered. Perhaps the price of the loot of the caravan was too great of a reward to give up. It made him curious what was on the wagons. He himself would have thought the caravan leader to not entrust his entire load to such a being in the future, more men surely would have been preferred regardless in his own opinion. The matter was being put behind him now as the powerful human returned to the caravan with regards to further ensure its’ safety. He was still new to the region and knew not if the road would continue to pass along the norwoodian boundaries where more raids could pursue the goods upon the wagons. Or if the road would veer away from them further along its way and return to a less hostile area of open ground. The elven ranger let their business become concluded and headed back to the woodlands behind him. He was not one to remain out in the open for too long of a period of time. Arthur had called him out, and he was not much for disobeying commands unless they were completely unagreeable with. Elven eyes none the less returned to the base of the trees where perhaps more of the bandits could by now be gathereing. He knew not how many there were, but it was told there was a population of them hiding out in the elvish territory. So being said, there could be a second wave of bandits gathering even now that he became weary of encountering. Or the wives and children of those who were now slain. Sometimes they followed along to help carry the loot and harvestings of the raids back to their homes. The woodlands were not the sort of region where such goods could easily be carried through by mortal arms. It was curious how they went about the process, yet it would not be revealed to him this time as Arthur had become a factor in the situation. Yet, he was a good one, for this was not a lesson on raiding, but on getting rid of the bandits. Torienthos thus had pursued their path easily enough until the further reaches of the woods began to grow thicker with the rise and twisting of roots. If others did follow after the attacking bandits, to help them with the goods in transportation, then it would be the wiser to merely make himself discreet, and hide until they revealed themselves, or arrived. Were there any? The elf made a small wager, he thus ascended a nearby tree that was ripe for the climbing. Rooted sinews twisted about the base of it in their upwards entwinement. Some of which he found suitable to traverse and grasp upon. Awry muscles spindled along the grippable bark to help pull himself along it’s rising height. Being an elf, he was overtly dexterous, and was one who grew up within woodlands. It was a second-hand habit to reach the higher reaches of the tree. High enough where he would not be seen by lifted eyes, yet low enough where he could lay his eyes upon the surrounding area below and await the arrival of a second group. His hood was drawn over the length of his elven ears to enshroud him in its darkening shadow. His cloak of leather and green darkening layers of moss and weave of dried plants settled about his squatting figure. The elven maille guard that concealed his features was lowered whilst he retrieved a morsel of fruit from a pouch that hung at his side within the cloaks confines. Something to munch upon whilst he waited. It was whilst he was savouring such a snack, that the lumbering height of the human entered, and declared the direction that the bandits had come from. The human was somewhat of a problem for him, he knew where the elf was hiding already. He was half of a mind to figure his abilities to remain hidden and unviewable were quite skilled and able to deceive nearly any eye that a mere human could concievable view him with. With this man Arthur, he was wrong. Perhaps he shouldn’t have been munching on something. Furthermore, the human seemed to know where they came from. Was he perhaps, knowledgeable about their hide out already, and was some ruse to lure him into a trap? Or had he questioned one of the dying bandits into giving such information? Or even saw the thoughts of one of their dying reveal such information. It was not uncommon for a dying man to think of his lover or children whilst nearing death and sought to make some assurance that they would be fine. if the lumbering human was so foolish, or capable of taking the lead of the situation, he would merely remain in his position, and finish his morsel of a meal. Waiting to see if another wave of bandits, or their secondary group of people who weren’t capable of fighting as the first might exist and take revenge upon a sole person responsible for the deaths of the first wave. It could happen, and it would not hurt to see if it would. Otherwise, he held all the patience in the world, and was sure he could traverse through the treetops to catch up with Arthur when he was through. It would just take a few moments. |
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