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Post by Christophe Elenath on Oct 29, 2009 21:54:15 GMT -5
"Now, I think we'll stop here."
Christophe dismouted his horse, the one to whom he said those words. The horse followed its master into the small patch of woods they were close to. It would be perfect to rest for the night. Already the sun was setting down. It was not safe to wander at night and even if Christophe was a skilled warrior, he preferred to take no more risks than necessary.
Lately, all sorts of creatures started roaming all over Moorwick. Never had Christophe, during his many decades of life, seen that many. And they grew fearless and more dangerous. On a brighter side, that meant more work for him. Never had it been that good for a mercenary.
As he walked between the trees, his horse still behind him, Christophe listened to the sound of the forest. Even in his sleep was he always prepared for an attack. He was never letting his guard down. But no weird sound came to his ear. Good, he would have a peaceful night.
After a little walk, making sure to be far enough of the road so he would not be seen but still close enough to hear anyone approaching, Christophe stopped. He attached the bridle to a branch and took his bag. Quickly and as silently as possible, he pulled from it a cover. Better not make a fire in here. For Christophe knew where he was.
His heart was always aching some remembering his hometown, Arcaia. He had been exiled from it for the sole reason he was born with human blood flowing through his veins. Yes, elves were that selfish and proud of their race. And was he to come back, he'd be shot instantly. Christophe knew they were defending their land but he doubted he'd see one that close of the edge. No, he'd probably be safe.
After taking off some food for his horse, he took some dried meat for himself with his water gourd. He weighed it. He'd soon run out of water. He would have to find some. He knew of a source, a lake, but it was in the very center of the forest which meant going straight into the elven territory. Too dangerous. Humans despised the fact he was an elf and treated him like a lower being for that but elves were ready to shoot him simply because he was half-human. |
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Post by Kethwyn Mararuilmus on Nov 6, 2009 10:39:52 GMT -5
Kethwyn was returning to the elven palace, after one of her daily evenings of work. She was sad though, she hadn’t met sir Dai and it had been a while since she hadn’t seen him. Ah well, looks like he had decided to go travel somewhere else without warning her. She frowned, they could’ve been great friends! But now that he wasn’t there, all she had to worry about was how to return to the palace without bumping in a bodyguard-even if the woods were rather scary at this time of the night, nor bumping in a thief or a cut throat.
It was a real challenge…She startled, hearing noise coming from the bushes, froze and glanced to where it came from. Ah, silly her, it was just a raccoon. She giggled at her own nervousness, how could she be like that while in the elven forest, everything was supposed to be safe? That’s what she thought, before two men popped in. Oh, humans, what were they doing there?! She blinked and stared at them.
“Hum, are you lost?...” she asked her naivety gaining over her again, she was completely obvious to their intentions. “My lady we aren’t but are you?” They asked back. Her lost? Nah, the palace wasn’t so far from here. “No, I’m not but thanks for asking…if you excuse me I’ll go ho-“ she was stopped as one of them grabbed her by the wrist and tackled her to a tree.
“Now now, why would we let such a pretty lady go by without having fun mh?” He asked. Fun? She too wanted to have some fun although her definition of fun wasn’t the same as those human’s. “I’m sorry but I don’t have the time…”
They both chuckled. “How cute, she’s clueless….let me give you a clue..” one said as his hand slowly went to touch her sides. Now, she got it…she startled again feeling her heart racing of nervousness..she couldn’t help but let out a loud. “KYA” and tried to get out of their grip but she failed. For once, she wished to have her bodyguards around…
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Post by Christophe Elenath on Nov 6, 2009 21:44:11 GMT -5
Christophe had remained slient. The forest was making its usual noise, but that didn't mean he was alone to roam inside of it. And a threat was not always human, animals could be dangerous too. His horse, well trained, was as calm as its master. Anyway, it was not to make a move unless an order from the said master would make it do so.
After a moment, a light movement, something walking through bushes, attracted Christophe's attention. Turning his head in the direction of the sound, his eyes pierced the darkness. He could still hear a soft movement somewhere in the distance. But nothing told him he had to look. If it was a wild beast, it'd probably be frightened by the scent of a human and leave. Nevertheless, Christophe didn't let his guard down.
“KYA”
The loud cry made Christophe jump on his feet. Now this was no animal. A girl. At the same distance from where he heard the bushes moving earlier. Approaching his horse, Christophe took out his sword and advanced in the direction of the cry. Even though Christophe was not to consider himself a brave man, or a gentleman for that matter, he was also not the kind to turn down injustice when in front of his face. He'd go look and if it was nothing that lady could handle, he would help. Otherwise...
It didn't take long before he arrived to the responsible of the commotion. A young girl indeed, obviously an elf. Even if he was unable to see her ears, he could tell. Probably becaue he lived among elves and shared her blood. The two men however were humans. Filthy scumbags. Should CHristophe attack them head on? He decided to attack them by surprise.
All of a sudden he came out, swift, silent. He did not attack with the blade but the pommel. Still, it cut the breath of the first man, making the other wonder what was going on. Seeing the second one taking out a knife, Christophe decided he did not need to restrain himself and went all out. In no time the man was dead at his feet. The first one, now having caught back his breath, attacked. Christophe broke his arm, making the bones crack in the silence, followed by his deep, loud, cry. He let him run away. The sound of the fight surely had alerted a few guards and Christophe did not want to stay for them. Having been exiled, it was dangerous to be seen was any of them to recognize him.
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