Ambushed
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				Title: <strong>Ambushed</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sydonai</strong> on <strong>31-07-2010, 19:47:59</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 cities nearby were quickly crushed due to Velsantir's quick delivery of trade goods via their short trading route, however, the moment the city council decided to open a new merchant route through the forest, a group of an all-female bandit gang had begun attacking merchants in the nearby forest said to be haunted, 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><div class="floatleft">(http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d25/Deathbringer6679/Untitled-5-1.jpg)</div>Aryll, stood at about 5 foot 10, he was in his 20's, with short black hair and light blue eyes, 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. "I'll be damned if I stay here any longer", 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 changing his course into the forest. Aryll was hoping that the forest's tree would provide sufficient cover from the downpour as he is reluctant to just stop and wait for the rain to be gone. He had heard the stories though, that the female bandit gangs is more than just mere bandits, they were successful enough because they weren't even human to begin with, but vampires. This bought a smirk to Aryll's face when he recalled the tale from the tavern keeper, "utter rubbish...", he said as he gone on deeper into the forest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ambushed</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lupus of Inritus</strong> on <strong>03-08-2010, 06:49:50</strong>
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				From the moment he stepped past the edge of the tree line and into the forest, the merchant was not alone. Canine like creatures, about the size of a half grown cow, stalked the man and his mule from a distance in the shadows. They had thick heads and chests, but their muzzle, ears, torso, legs and tail where all longer then a normal canines would be. For all their size and bulk, they moved in utter silence, slinking about as if a jungle feline. <br>From the darkness to the left of the man and his mule came a deep unearthly snarl. The canines were still at a distance, but they snarl carried as if by it's own accord to insist the hidden beast was closer then it was. Another snarl from the path behind them, twigs beginning to snap as the creatures moved closer. These were no mindless wild beasts, but creatures of intelligence and wit. Though they could surge and simply slaughter the intruder, their master would have them herd the merchant, his mule and his wares to the waiting trap. So the beast would do as they needed to drive the man forward, correcting his path towards the left or right along the way as needed. <br><br>Ashling gazed into the shallow bowl of water. The bowl itself was misshapen, a dull lifeless gray on the outside, but the area that held the water had been smoothed and polished to a deep shiny black that made the bowl look so much deeper then it could have possibly been. She watched quietly as her hounds as they followed her standard orders to herd intruders closer to the camp. <br>In the dim lights of the flickering candles her hair looked back, as did her eyes. They were both however a deep purple. Her clothing spoke of her gypsy bloodline, but it was that very bloodline that had laid upon her the curse that slowly ate away at her humanity. Her mother had only wanted the man to love her and her unborn child, the intentions had been pure enough yet any spell cast that denies another of their freewill causes a darkness to settle on your soul. Her mother had done it all for her unborn child, thus the darkness took to the vibrant untouched purity of the child. <br>Ashling held no grudge, her mother had long since died of age while she had simply stopped in time along the way. She was no longer human, by normal standards anyway. The natural gifts a gypsy was granted had simply been enhanced by this dark force that had become a part of her. Ashling had come to grasp the elements quickly, though the one that flowed most freely and felt most comfortable to her was shadow. As a child, she had loved to find dark hiding spots and pretend the shadows were alive. She had wanted a pet that was as much a part of the shadow as she was, and it created a longing in her soul. One day she was simply found asleep in one of her hiding places with a puppy that was clearly not a normal dog. Thus Caine was born from want and an empty space in her heart.<br>Ashling stood from the chair, her eyes still watching the images in the water. After a moment she turned, the flowing of the red fabric held to her frame seeming to flow around her like flame as she walked towards the opening to her vast tent. <br>"Come, Caine." She said softly and the massive beast rose from the far darkness and followed her out of the tent. Caine was of the same build as the hounds herding the merchant, but he was far larger do to his age. His head held even with his shoulders as he walked stayed just below the level of Ashling's shoulders. "We have an inrtuder. The hounds are herding him towards us, go gather him." She uttered the words and the nearby women stopped their current tasks and gathered their weapons before vanishing off into the forest to capture the merchant. <br><br><hr>Ashling - http://triquetrasanctuary.com/pictures/CoolGypsy2.jpg (http://triquetrasanctuary.com/pictures/CoolGypsy2.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ambushed</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sydonai</strong> on <strong>04-08-2010, 06:06:33</strong>
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				Looking upwards, trickle of waters fell from the dark clouds, the sure sign that there's going to be a heavy downpour 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. Taking his place under the trees, he took out a bronze trimmed harmonica, a gift from his father when he took on the profession years ago. It should provide him with some amount of distraction while waiting for the bad weather to subsides.<br><br>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. 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<br><br>Suddenly, he hears sounds of broken twigs coming from his left followed by an unearthly snarls. <strong>"A wolf?..."</strong>, for a moment there, the merchant sat under the tree, unmoving but not fully panicking yet. Truth is, he had encountered hostile wild animals on his many journeys before but this one seems different, there is something about the snarls that bought an eerie feeling about it and the dark sky and the heavy downpour does not help his visibility at all. Not willing to take any risks he immediately ran to his wagon and took a crossbow he had bought recently while he was in the city and immediately began loading the bolt.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ambushed</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lupus of Inritus</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 05:13:14</strong>
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				The bandits were swift, not only did they know the forest but those who gathered here were not simply human women anymore. Ashling had simply been the first to find haven here, as the years went by without touching her others of similar condition found themselves drawn here. It did not seem that any two women were affected by the same thread, but there were those who were similar to each other. For with a different affliction on the soul of each women, their abilities were wide spread. <br><br>As the merchant moved to load the bolt into the crossbow a boomerang like weapon swished through the air above him before it's course shifted and it swooped towards the ground as it turned back towards the wagon. A resounding noise filled the air, a mix of the hard impact thud and the cracking of the wood at the force of the impact. It had hit the wagon less then arms reach from where he was.<br><br>"Lay down your weapon. You are outnumbered, and we will be bringing you to our camp. If you attempt to fight back, we will be forced to hurt you." A female voice called out, but it was from the same direction as the dogs. "That weapon dug into the side of your wagon was a warning shot. It will be the only one we allow to miss it's mark." The voice holder kept her distance with the dogs, as did the other bandit's. They would fight from a distance if he didn't surrender.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ambushed</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sydonai</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 15:15:49</strong>
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				Aryll immediately took aim with the crossbow once the bolt has been loaded, he thought he heard the snarls coming from his right side when he was sitting under the tree but after aiming it there he sees nothing and for a moment there the eerie silence fills the air that Aryll felt he could almost hear every drops of the heavy downpour falling down upon the ground. Then almost as if he was about to lower his guard believing that the wolf had just passed by him, he sees an object swirling through the air from the forest, it was dark in the forest and he could not discern exactly where it was coming from. Not wanting to take any chance, Aryll quickly threw himself away towards another direction, seeking to evade whatever the object is but the object was fast and he was slow to react. Fortunately the object was aimed at the wagon and it missed him by an arms length or perhaps less.<br><br>He walked to the wagon to inspect and found the object to be a boomerang and Aryll began to tense, it seems that the story of the bandit is true after all. The female voice was heard from inside the forest and it broke the silence immediately, it seems the bandits would have him disarmed and taken to their camp as a hostage perhaps but Aryll, prideful of his negotiation skills began to persuade the bandits to let him go.<br><br><strong>"Come now m'lady, there is no need for this to turn into a hostage situation, yes?"</strong>, in the meanwhile, he began to slowly make his way to the crossbow he had somehow dropped on the ground when he was trying to evade the boomerang, <strong>"look, I have a lot of wares for you most of them food, let's make a deal shall we? you can have all my wares and make a hefty profit out of it and let me go in the process, there is no need for me to be a burden to my captors, right?</strong>", usually Aryll would not simply give up all of his wares but the young merchant could feel that he was surrounded and escape would be quite impossible if these bandits have those wolves on their side.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ambushed</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lupus of Inritus</strong> on <strong>08-08-2010, 23:04:56</strong>
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				From the nearby brush burst one of the canine creatures to stand over the dropped crossbow. It's lips pulled back to expose it's teeth, the whiteness of the teeth standing out in stark contrast to the black of the creature. <br>"You will come with us, and it would be unwise to anger any of the beasts further. Their master is not here to call them off." The voice stated again, though this time the woman came forward. She wore pants that hugged her legs and boots that rose to her knees. To her each of her thighs were strapped three sets of throwing knives. The belt that sat around her waste was loaded with even more throwing knives. The bracers on her arms even held knives. Though the aspect that stood out he most was the veil that covered her face. It was part of an intricate design, held in place by the beadwork so that it would not be blown from her face by the wind. The veil itself was dark enough that her face was not visible at all. "If you wish to negotiate then it will be with our leader. No more resistance will be tolerated."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ambushed</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sydonai</strong> on <strong>10-08-2010, 12:40:16</strong>
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				Finally the perpetrator revealed herself, the rumors about the all female bandit corps was true after all for here's one of them but it begs the question of where are the others. Aryll would've love to take the chance and escape right now believing that he's only confronting one female bandit as that is the only one he sees but one female bandit could not have caused so much terror around this parts. Wearing what one would describe as traditional outlaw outfit and armed with throwing knives, he knew she would not hesitate to throw it at him should he fails to heed her words.<br><br>Aryll lokked back and forth between the wagon and then the female bandit still weighing his chances but that is until he saw that the wolf with black fur emerge nearby, virtually baring his escape routes. He sighed before dropping the unloaded crossbow down to the ground. <strong>"Fine, I'll be your little hostage but know I have some powerful friends that would rather not see me simply disappeared"</strong>, his eyes wanders off into the darkness of the forests, peering deep to see if there is indeed any sign of other bandits, <strong>"...they'll find me, you'll see"</strong>.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Ambushed</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lupus of Inritus</strong> on <strong>16-08-2010, 03:17:00</strong>
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				"Your threats have no meaning here. You disappeared the moment you stepped into the shadow of the tree's, as did the rest of us." Though her voice was steady, yet her words were solemn. Perhaps it was remnants of leaving her previous life, or simply the tone she felt was most effective to get her point across. Without being able to see her expression it was fairly impossible to tell. <br><br>"The beast will be your guide along the path. There are many more like that one all about us now, as there are my fellow bandits." The woman shifted her head towards the black canine and gave a faint bow of her head, with that it turned and moved into the brush only to come back into sight on the path to be followed. "Move." The voice was more stern as she gave the merchant the order.
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