(http://i27.photobucket.com/albums/c190/godspie996/98ysdbvmd3_cjzmf7divp.jpg)<br/><br/>For Cota Tsetseg today's gathering had been just one in a series of eagerly awaited gatherings brought about by the change of seasons. For one who lives on the road the chance to meet so many other like minded individuals was always a thing to be treasured. And treasure it she did. Good food, better company and plentiful drink had made for numerous nights of boisterous competition and many chances at glory. Cota emerged from her tent with the sun high in the sky and her head spinning from the previous nights antics. She couldn't say why, her hangovers precursor forgotten, though If the ache was any way to judge there had likely been a fight any more than a little drink. shame she couldn't recall, though If the fight had been any good she would hear about it later no doubt.<br/><br/>With a smile on her lips and a swagger in her step Cota returned to her tent to fish for some water to drink and to don her armor for the days events. Competitive since she was a child, Cota had to date never backed down from a challenge. And so this day surrounded by the varied tribesmen promised to be another of learning and contest and glory.<br/>when she left the overheating muggy confines of her tent once more, clad in her grandmothers armor with a sword at one hip and her bow slung over her back, Cota made out to find her horse.<br/><br/>Traveler was where she had left him, a comfortable shady place by the edge of the campsite with plentiful green grass and a small flowing stream nearby. Cota didn't remember leaving her trusty steed out here but she had at least tended to the beast at some point during her drunken stupor. She went about feeding brushing and saddling the heavy warhorse before he decided to throw a fit. The big horse was her oldest friend and constant companion, the two of them had an understanding, they took care of each other.<br/><br/>Horse properly tended for the afternoon, the morning have long since passed Cota took a minute to survey the camp's various activities. A footrace was near to ending by the look of it, and far off a series of riders where running some sort of exercise, though from here she couldn't make out any details. Deciding to take a look Cota set off with traveler in tow towards the gathering only moments before the warning cry rang out from  the sentries.<br/><br/>"Raiders here? how bold." she told traveler as she came around his side. With a surge of motion Cota sprang into the saddle and nimbly retrieved her cavalry lance from it's side, twirling the weapon between three fingers as she inspected the outriders once again. That had to be them, well then It seemed to her it was time to win some real glory. Cota sped up her mount into a steady run heading straight towards the 'Raiders' and the strange game they seemed occupied with.