Dixie
In the middle of the night upon clear skies, the stars of twilight alongside the ever glowing moon shines brightly upon the land of Gantrick. Shining the way to those who cannot see through the darkness for all of the living and the dead to see. Upon the dark forests of Morthal, a caravan guarded by a small number of warriors would be seen escorting what seemed to be caged slaves. From children to grown men and women, destined to be the work force of the country's many abundant assets. All wearing ragged and dirty clothes with weak bodies due to the hunger and bitter frost of the unforgiving land.

```Halt.``` 

One of the guardsmen in the front of the carriage would raise one of their hands and issued an order. In the light of the moon that shines, it has also casted numerous shadows in its wake. Upon which a certain individual was hiding in the shadows of the trees, their feet being the only thing visible for the guards to see. Without even saying a single word, all of the guards of the caravan would ready their weapons. Spear, axe, sword, and bow. 8 people in total, handling two of each weapons. 

In the shadows, the individual would give form a small smirk upon their lips. Advancing immediately without hesitation, she began charging with incredible speed. Catching the guards by surprise due to this, they immediately went on to form a defensive front. Guarding their archers as they started to fire their arrows towards their unknown foe.

Their assailant moved with incredible fluidity, grace, and agility. Showcasing evasion similar to that of dancing. Left, Right, it was like a young maiden's summer dance. Not before long, they had leaped onto a tree and jumped right in the air while doing a crescent moon flip. With a wooden bow in hand, a line of blue light would form as the string of weapon. Aiming at the two archers, she would conjure two magical arcane arrows upon her fingertips. Making a swift shot that immediately pierces through the defensive vanguard.

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Landing on the chest of the individuals, they would let out a scream of pain and agony as they get staggered and fall down to the snowy ground. The individual would perfectly land, showcasing themselves in the light. Revealing a beautiful visage of a white haired elf with eyes shining like the seas of beaches across Lucidien. Skin tone having a grayish color, looking similar to a dark elf's. Yet it perfectly blends with the colors of the bark of the trees in the forest, making a perfect camouflage in these areas. Equipped with wintery garbs to protect from the cold, it is uniquely fashioned to look more like the attire of a ranger. Expressing free movement to the individual who wears it while offering little defense. 

"**Don't worry, those two are just sleeping. Didn't shot out their hearts after all.**" Her voice was sultry, playful, and somewhat mischievous in tone. The rest of the warriors began charging in. At the same time, she would only stare at them for a few seconds before moving her bow sideways. Conjuring several arcane arrows on it. "**Sorry boys, I don't have time to play.**"

Soon came after where loud grunts, groans, roars and even shouts. Followed by strings being plucked that echoed across the forest.
John
_Gantrick arguably the slave capital of Lucidien had a foundation built upon the profits of slavery. It seemed to be a common practice amongst the kingdom and its businesses. Arsynn as hand of the king many would assume that he enjoys slavery or even dabbles in it himself. But for the people who believe that they would be dead wrong. At the very least he tolerates it for the sake of his position and public image though at the core he hates it._

_For some time now he had a deal going on with a local slaver under the table. The terms were simple: the slaver known as "Kurt" Would directly sell to him and in return he would be paid handsomely with the promise of silence on their dealings. Coin wouldn't be much of a factor for two reasons one being he comes from a noble family and the other being his position within the kingdom. The deals would occur exactly every 2 months around midnight. After the purchase of the slaves they would be sent to work for his family at their estate as servants. He figured being servants would be a lot better than laborers. For any slaves who were mothers or too young or too ill to work they would be set free and given small coin pouches to venture into the elements and hopefully survive. Though it wasn't guaranteed that they would live or survive the chance to escape that life was better._

_As midnight quickly approached he began to put on his "Skirmisher armor" Which was perfect for stealth. His plan was to sneak out from his chambers and meet up with kurt. His face would be completely covered and so his identity was hidden. Now suited up Arsynn would leave through his window and quickly make his way towards the back roads... Their meet up spot. Once he made it to the start of the road he slowed his pace to a walk as he enjoyed the night time. It was something about the night that resonated with him on a deeper level. The coldness of the air and the shining of the distant moon. Perhaps this coldness reminded him of his younger brother and

The shine showed how he had seen him before his disappearance._

_Following a horrifying scream his concentration of that of the past was broken... Immediately he knew who it was. Arsynn's eyes darted to his 12 o'clock. **"What the hell? Just down the road?"** He'd whisper to himself. Soon swiftly and quietly he fell off into the trees just to the left of the road and began to sprint in the direction of the sounds. **"Kurt what are you doing you fool.."** He'd mutter to himself as he began to close in on the group. His strong sense of smell due to his genetics allowed him to pick up on a scent. One that he was unfamiliar with but he knew it wasn't Kurt's crew._

_Finally in view of the carriage he spotted what he would assume to be an assassin. His blood began to boil as he thought about the assassin who killed his wife. Despite his anger he was fairly curious. Why was this person targeting kurt? What could they want? Nevertheless he had to deal with this outsider. Arsynn slowly approached the stranger before scolding and making demands. **"What do you think you are doing? Reveal who you are stranger or there will be trouble. You cannot even begin to understand the business you are interrupting!"** He'd say irritatedly_
Dixie
As the fighting ends, the female ranger was surrounded by incapacitated bodies. Not dead, only being unconscious due to sheer amount of pain. Their heavy and tough armor easily penetrated by her magical arcane arrows, they still could be visibly seen outwards before slowly fading into mere particles. One by one, she approached the men. Gently touching what skin that are exposed, hands, chest, neck. There, a ray of blue light would come from them, letting it enter into the palm of her hand. While at it, she would search for the keys of the cage. Eventually, it was found in the safekeeping of rather tough looking armored fellow. 

"**Thanks.**" Before moving to free the slaves, she could that something was amiss. The trees were silent, and the winds blew quietly with meekness. Falling snowflakes began to dwindle, and the area became quiet. Too quiet for a forest. "**...**" The female ranger would look towards in all directions, trying to look for the cause of such disturbance in nature. Only to hear someone's voice behind her back. "***Shindu Fallah Na...***" Turning around, her attention would fully focus on the new arrival before her. However, unlike the other individuals, there was a different feeling and aura about him. Hearing his words, she took no time to prepare to dash toward the back of the caravan.

With one loud wolf whistle, a spirit guardian of a wolf would suddenly come out on one of the trees near Arsynn. It was fast, swift, and held no fear. Pouncing to him in an attempt to pin him down. It seems as though the female ranger isn't the one to talk, well, not at the moment. Confronting the scared slaves cowering in what little corner there is the room, she would open the gate. Instead of a terrifying face, she would meet them with a calm, gentle, and motherly demeanor as to give a sense of peace and harmony for them. "**Come, all of you. Go due east of here in that direction.**" Her hand pointed to where east is.

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"**There, an escort of troops would be waiting. It is safe with food and shelter. I promise you that everything will be safe.**" Gently letting out her hand towards them, one of the slaves would reluctantly take her hand and jumped out of the cage. As soon as this happens, many more followed. "**Keep to the trees! You'll be safe under their shadow! I'll follow soon!**"

After that, she would start moving towards Arsynn himself to check on the situation of her familiar. Now that the slaves has been freed, it's only a matter of time for them to escape. But for now, being a diversion is the most important thing at the current situation.
John
_Arsynn is a very experienced individual. He has worked for years to reach the position he is currently holding. He has meant thousands upon thousands of individuals in gantrick. Some were rude and some were pleasures to meet. But in all of his time within gantrick this lady was the first to completely ignore him. A vein would begin to bulge from his forehead as he watched the lady open the cage._

_Arsynn gritted his teeth at the outsiders' poor attempt at stalling. For even a novice knows once you are mid air you are vulnerable. He'd assume that the spirit couldn't possibly change directions mid air. Gripping his spear he would thrust in the direction of its chest hoping for success. Whilst he'd attempted to gut the familiar Arsynn would hold up his right palm._

_Electricity began to ripple throughout his right hand as a countermeasure for said spirit. If his melee failed him he would follow up with an evocation spell. Shocking grasp was a spell only used close up which would allow the caster to shock its target upon a touch. **"You are becoming a very troublesome outsider... YOU ARE RUINING EVERYTHING!"** He'd say with a grunt._
Dixie
Seeing the spear charging to him, the familiar attempted to dodge by twisting their body to elevate their weight and go to the side. Yet it was able to manage to pierce through the side of the beast instead of its chest area. A more acceptable outcome, however, it wasn't able to dodge his Shocking Grasp. Making his fur spark up straight with shocking success.

After sustaining damage, the familiar immediately dashed backwards toward his master. The wolf was shivering as it stood, slowly moving towards his master. "*Sorry, Feirun.*" Her partner would simply smile back at her before directing all attention towards the armored man. With a slow nod, she would also lock all eyes on him as well. 

"**I like your tone, Gantrickan. Why don't you cry next over in that corner? Might help you lose some stress over your lost 'items'.**" Her voice was sultry, sweet, but also very teasing. Attempting to enrage Asrynn with a few giggles and words, mocking him with some delight in his anger. With a deep sigh, her tone would slowly change for the worse. 

The armored may feel that there was a change in the air and the aura that the ranger was giving off. It was cold, colder than the tiny snowflakes that covers this world. Empty as the soundless moment of this infinitesimal second, and finally, a gaze from the female ranger. Nothing but a blank face yet her eyes were filled with vengeance and hate. "**I'll make sure you suffer like a slave just like the rest of us, you fucking bastard.**"

With a motion of her hand, a rune would appear floating underneath the palm of her hand. A symbol of a bow and arrow would be seen planted upon the Asrynn's armor. If he's familiar with the spell, he has been selected to be hunted by the hunter. **Hunter's Mark**. Meanwhile, the wolf familiar would howl while bathing in moonlight. A couple howls would answer in response to the call.