A Road Less Travel(Sydonai/The Golden Touch)
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				Title: <strong>A Road Less Travel(Sydonai/The Golden Touch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sydonai</strong> on <strong>15-10-2009, 19:35:40</strong>
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				It's been two days now and now words from the road patrols sent out a couple of days ago. The city's authority seems to have given up on the patrols and with that to ever opening the merchant road leading towards the mainland. The city of Velsantir had always relied on their fur and ore trades, aside from that, competition from any newly built city nearby were quickly crushed due to Velsantir's quick delivery of trade goods via their short trading route, however, recently a group of an all-female bandit gang had set up a base in the nearby forest, seeking to make their own riches by plundering merchants and cargos delivered by the main road and ever since no one had dared to travel the road, the city's attempt to root them out have failed on many occasion and they had finally given up, but not to this one young, brash and impatient merchant.<br><br>Aryll, stood at about 5 foot 8, he was in his 20's, with short black hair wearing a cloak and a normal merchant clothing. It was a gloomy and cloudy morning, it might even rain soon, as he stepped out of the inn, he had heard stories about the bandit group from tavern talks but to him, it is all normal occurrence, every place have their own bandit problems and he's too stubborn for it and decided to use the quick route to the mainland, but little did he knew that his stubbornness will change the course of his life forever. <strong>"I'll be damned if I stay here any longer"</strong>, after preparing the cart and the mule, he pulled the mule away from the stable and walked away through the main street guiding the mule and his cart, loaded with trading goods outside the city walls<br><br>The clouds was getting darker, if he's lucky, he may be able to traverse through the plains outside the city and reach the forest areas before the rain starts, atleast he'll be able to take shelter under the canopy trees. Outside the gate, he could see the main road forked up in two direction, the one going north is the longer and safer road, even now he could see travelers and merchants trickling in from the northern road and into the city, while the southern road, is the shortest road, leading towards the mainland and supposedly far more dangerous. Steeling his nerves, he pulled the mule and guides it towards the southern road. Even as he walked past the guards at the gate, he could see their face, their expression, perhaps thinking that this merchant is either brave or a fool to attempt such a road, but it is a risk that Aryll would gladly take if it meant quick arrival of his goods at destination.<br><br>A few minutes from the city gate, he heard the first thunder fortunately, he was already at the edge of the forest, quickly pulling the mule over, he went a bit deeper into the forest, finally arriving under one of the larger canopy tree, enough to provide temporary shelter for him, his mule and his goods from the heavy downpour he is expecting. After tugging in the mule closer and tying the leather strapping of mule to the nearby tree, he quickly lay under the tree, his back onto the tree waiting for the inevitable downpour.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Road Less Travel(Sydonai/The Golden Touch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Golden Touch</strong> on <strong>15-10-2009, 20:18:53</strong>
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				The clouds had rolled in by mid-afternoon, sending the day into a overcast haze.&nbsp; A wind whipped the trees into a frenzy first, scattering green leaves just turning to the Autumn colors of orange, red and yellow.&nbsp; The sun cast a muted glow on the path, shadows dappling the Southern road.&nbsp; The first echo of thunder rolled over the mountains and through the trees.&nbsp; The road here was haunted by the worse sort, a group of female bandits.&nbsp; The city called them a scourge, and wanted them removed from their land... But they were much like Robin's Merry Men.&nbsp; Gone before you could finish a blink, your supplies and purse with them.&nbsp; In this time, there was unrest in the cities, not only because of the bandits lurking around their borders, but the talk of fey type creatures seducing men with their honey voices and willowy forms in the trees.<br><br>It was a ridiculous thought, seducing men.&nbsp; She snorted, making a very unladylike sound under her breath as she watched the road.&nbsp; The thunder echoed loud in her ears, and she smiled.&nbsp; Such perfect weather for this.&nbsp; The rain and the mist, and she, a poor damsel in distress.&nbsp; She laughed silently, her almond shaped purple eyes sparkling with anticipation and glee.&nbsp; Lelahiah was no fragile, simpering female in distress... Nor did she need help, or would ever need it.&nbsp; She was the leader of the bandits the city so rightly feared.&nbsp; They were not petty thieves, and they really did steal only what they needed.&nbsp; And at this turn of the season, there was more they needed than the simple necessities they could find in the forest itself.&nbsp; <br><br>She'd had lookouts in the city to watch for those that grew impatient with the city's lack of ability to remove she and her band, and they had found only one.&nbsp; One was good enough, especially with the mule and laden cart behind it.&nbsp; Lelahiah had dressed for the damsel in distress role, the heavy brocade dress hugging the curves of her body, dangling around her slippered feet as she stood waiting beside the large stallion.&nbsp; A necklace of silver and pearls clasped about her neck, curving over her collar bone to almost brust the edge of the dark blue fabric that cupped her chest.&nbsp; She wrapped her cloak about her tighter, wanting very much for the rain to start.&nbsp; Would the merchant travel in this rain?&nbsp; It was unlikely, considering the mule and cart... With no help to come along the road if he was to get stuck, he would do better to stay in one spot.<br><br>Lelahiah felt a prickle on her neck, and hauled her five foot seven frame up into the saddle of the black horse, hooking one leg in a ladylike fashion, the other dangling down to expose the barest tip of her slippered foot.&nbsp; The soft pitter patter of rain on leaves started moments later, before a clap of thunder sounded, seeming to open up the sky to the downpour.&nbsp; She was partially soaked by the time she was on the road, letting the stallion pick his way through the mud.&nbsp; The hood shaded her face, and she kept her head lowered.&nbsp; Her travel was taking her back towards the city, pretending that she was only traveling home.&nbsp; Perhaps it would work, perhaps not... But he was surrounded all ready, all she had to do was make him at ease... Or attempt it.&nbsp; It would be much more unpleasant if he put up a fight.<br><br>With a while to spare in the forest, she sensed the presence of the women of her band.&nbsp; The stallion tossed his head, making a sound that was near displeasure at being outside of cover in this dismal weather.&nbsp; She spoke softly to him, her slim hands coming from under her cloak to stroke the long neck in a comforting gesture.&nbsp; She lifted her head, looking around, knowing she looked bedraggled.&nbsp; He was there... Somewhere, very close.&nbsp; The animal she rode was trained very well, and she made a subtle movement and the stallion began to limp, favoring one of his front hooves.&nbsp; Lelahiah pulled on the reins, stilling his movement while he continued to do as he was trained.&nbsp; Slipping from the saddle, she picked her way to the head, threading her fingers in the cheek strap of his bridle.&nbsp; Leading him slowly, she clucked lightly and he moved forward again, slowly, oh so slowly, his body moving with fits and starts as he performed his trick.<br>Now, it was only the merchant who had to take the bait.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Road Less Travel(Sydonai/The Golden Touch)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sydonai</strong> on <strong>16-10-2009, 03:30:57</strong>
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				As he sat there waiting, the trickles of water falling from the sky suddenly turns to a heavy downpour in just a brief moment. <strong>"...just my lucky day it would seem"</strong>, he looked up only to finds out the trees won't provide him with the shelter from the rain as he would like them to, but it beats having to continue on the road in this heavy rain. He suddenly took out a pocket watch, silver in color with gold trimming, it was a gift from his fiance back at his hometown. At the back of the pocket watch are words etched into gold trimming of the pocket watch's rear, <em>'from your lover and fiance, Elena -I will wait for you, until you comes for me'</em>, everytime he read the words he couldn't helped but etched a smile onto his lips, he was meant to marry her once he made his last trip to the neighboring city but he would soon finds out that his dream would be out of reach.<br><br>Aryll was known as being very careful and very attentive to his surrounding, even amongst his peers, he had been known as the bold merchant, taking a risk that no other merchants or travelers dared take for the sake of his own profit. Once, he was even able to escape from a group of bandit by his wits alone, and another through negotiation by sacrificing some of his goods and helping the bandits out, for this he was overconfidence believing that every situation can be dealt with by use of negotiation and persuasion and he thought he could do the same here as well should he be ambushed by the bandit group that has been terrorizing this part of the region. Looking upwards, there's no sign that the heavy downpour is going to let out soon, but that maybe to his advantage, maybe the bandits would rather stay at their camp than having to go out hunting for lone merchant like him during the heavy rain.<br><br>Suddenly, he hears footsteps of a stallion not to far from where he is, even with the loud sound of rain all around him, Aryll quickly took a cloak, covered his head with the hood and immediately trace the sound to a direction, ever so curious he decided to check it out. There he found a woman, covered in cloak and all drenched in the rain surprisingly for someone who's very careful of his surroundings and the people he would never suspect anything from this encounter. Aryll took a direct path to her in an attempt to provide aid to this female wanderer as from his point of view she may need them, <strong>"oh hello there, good evening...you're on your way back to the city?"</strong>
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