They haven't been watching long when they see new figures on the horizon, descending from the northwest. There are about ten of them, all armored, led by a short man in black and gray.
*Glances at Tall Wymond to see what his reaction.*
Tall Wymond looks tense and worried. "They're from the Shadow Kingdom. This is bad."
Post by TheNebulousMysteryRider on Aug 7, 2021 12:30:37 GMT
Although they had become fast friends soon after that first fateful encounter, the Minotaur Child, who had revealed his name to be Gwailgur, had grown increasingly quiet since Rose's announcement in coming here. Days before, he had finally told her the reason behind his appearance the night Erin found him.
Gwailgur, a Minotaur from the clan of Irebagar, was traveling with his father and three other clans until he became separated after a storm and sought shelter in the Forest.
"Minotaurs traveling outside the Plains? Why ye don't see that everyday. May I ask how that came to be?"
"Most assuredly. We we're on a journey of knowledge as ambassadors, however, not everyone agreed to the plan."
Now as they neared the outskirts of the Village, Rose noticed Gwailgur's growing anxiety and refusal to meet her face to face.
"Aye, don't fret. Sithee, it looks rough on the outside, but tis quite friendly to a degree. Only a quick run to the market, and we'll be soon on our way back to the Plains, eh?"
He stared at his hands, continuing to dodge any chance for further conversation.
Although they had become fast friends soon after that first fateful encounter, the Minotaur Child, who had revealed his name to be Gwailgur, had grown increasingly quiet since Rose's announcement in coming here. Days before, he had finally told her the reason behind his appearance the night Erin found him.
Gwailgur, a Minotaur from the clan of Irebagar, was traveling with his father and three other clans until he became separated after a storm and sought shelter in the Forest.
"Minotaurs traveling outside the Plains? Why ye don't see that everyday. May I ask how that came to be?"
"Most assuredly. We we're on a journey of knowledge as ambassadors, however, not everyone agreed to the plan."
Now as they neared the outskirts of the Village, Rose noticed Gwailgur's growing anxiety and refusal to meet her face to face.
"Aye, don't fret. Sithee, it looks rough on the outside, but tis quite friendly to a degree. Only a quick run to the market, and we'll be soon on our way back to the Plains, eh?"
He stared at his hands, continuing to dodge any chance for further conversation.
Now travelling within the surrounding forest of the Village, Rose instructs Gwailgur to look out for its gates.
"If memory serves correct, perhaps an old friend of mine still lodges here, though twas some time ago when he boldly claimed he'd be the king of cooks and tame the tongue of the nastiest scoundrels. After all, isn't that what Mercenary Village is famous for? The rouges who harbor here-"
She was cut short as a small squadron of weathered figures blocked the beaten path towards the Village. The bright light of the full moon revealed chains of which they carried about as if searching for something—or someone.
Although they had become fast friends soon after that first fateful encounter, the Minotaur Child, who had revealed his name to be Gwailgur, had grown increasingly quiet since Rose's announcement in coming here. Days before, he had finally told her the reason behind his appearance the night Erin found him.
Gwailgur, a Minotaur from the clan of Irebagar, was traveling with his father and three other clans until he became separated after a storm and sought shelter in the Forest.
"Minotaurs traveling outside the Plains? Why ye don't see that everyday. May I ask how that came to be?"
"Most assuredly. We we're on a journey of knowledge as ambassadors, however, not everyone agreed to the plan."
Now as they neared the outskirts of the Village, Rose noticed Gwailgur's growing anxiety and refusal to meet her face to face.
"Aye, don't fret. Sithee, it looks rough on the outside, but tis quite friendly to a degree. Only a quick run to the market, and we'll be soon on our way back to the Plains, eh?"
He stared at his hands, continuing to dodge any chance for further conversation.
Now travelling within the surrounding forest of the Village, Rose instructs Gwailgur to look out for its gates.
"If memory serves correct, perhaps an old friend of mine still lodges here, though twas some time ago when he boldly claimed he'd be the king of cooks and tame the tongue of the nastiest scoundrels. After all, isn't that what Mercenary Village is famous for? The rouges who harbor here-"
She was cut short as a small squadron of weathered figures blocked the beaten path towards the Village. The bright light of the full moon revealed chains of which they carried about as if searching for something—or someone.
One of the crew slowly raises a bony finger in their direction and utters a quiet moan. A hush falls over his companions, but Erin senses an ill air about them and begins to turn tail.
Hearing his fearful neighs, Gwailgur peers out from underneath his covers with a look of deep sadness as he stares into the face of the weathered figures' leader.
Upon catching sight of him, the figures immediately rush forward and soon swarm the cart...
Now travelling within the surrounding forest of the Village, Rose instructs Gwailgur to look out for its gates.
"If memory serves correct, perhaps an old friend of mine still lodges here, though twas some time ago when he boldly claimed he'd be the king of cooks and tame the tongue of the nastiest scoundrels. After all, isn't that what Mercenary Village is famous for? The rouges who harbor here-"
She was cut short as a small squadron of weathered figures blocked the beaten path towards the Village. The bright light of the full moon revealed chains of which they carried about as if searching for something—or someone.
One of the crew slowly raises a bony finger in their direction and utters a quiet moan. A hush falls over his companions, but Erin senses an ill air about them and begins to turn tail.
Hearing his fearful neighs, Gwailgur peers out from underneath his covers with a look of deep sadness as he stares into the face of the weathered figures' leader.
Upon catching sight of him, the figures immediately rush forward and soon swarm the cart...
Throwing their chains forward, they mange to break the cart's wheels. Erin, now fully awake and frightened, rears back and lets out a piercing cry as one of the tallest members grabs him tightly by the mane.
Pushing Gwailgur back into the cart, Rose motions for him to be quiet and quickly grabs her spiked pavise. Charging forward with a loud shout, she repels three of the vandals who had attempted to climb onto the cart, but suffers a blow to the head. Rubbing the sore spot, she turns to face the culprit, but is distracted by the helpless neighs of Erin.
Gwailgur, having heard enough, collects a few of the unused gemstones and rushes outside. He stands before the pursers, who cease their fighting. Offering them the gemstones, he pleads with them in an unfamiliar tongue and they in turn allow Erin to get up. The leader then grabs Gwailgur and pushes him to the middle, calling out to Rose in a hoarse voice.
"Drop your weapon, and raise your hands, and the boy will come to no harm."
Dropping her weapon, Rose raises her hands. Gwailgur then turns away as the remaining figures begin to bind her with chains, beating her whenever she tried to wrestle free.
"Erin! Gwailgur, Erin! Run!"
He did not respond, but stood alongside the leader as he began to beat Erin senseless.
***
Entering the Village by the gleam of moonlight is a band of fierce men clad in robes bearing the dreaded crest of the Sea Serpent. Their faces are hidden, but the clanging of chains can be heard as they drag their prisoner shamelessly across the rough terrain.
The mournful cry of a swan encapsulates the horrid scene. There stood the great Tilly Rose, beaten and alone...
One of the crew slowly raises a bony finger in their direction and utters a quiet moan. A hush falls over his companions, but Erin senses an ill air about them and begins to turn tail.
Hearing his fearful neighs, Gwailgur peers out from underneath his covers with a look of deep sadness as he stares into the face of the weathered figures' leader.
Upon catching sight of him, the figures immediately rush forward and soon swarm the cart...
Throwing their chains forward, they mange to break the cart's wheels. Erin, now fully awake and frightened, rears back and lets out a piercing cry as one of the tallest members grabs him tightly by the mane.
Pushing Gwailgur back into the cart, Rose motions for him to be quiet and quickly grabs her spiked pavise. Charging forward with a loud shout, she repels three of the vandals who had attempted to climb onto the cart, but suffers a blow to the head. Rubbing the sore spot, she turns to face the culprit, but is distracted by the helpless neighs of Erin.
Gwailgur, having heard enough, collects a few of the unused gemstones and rushes outside. He stands before the pursers, who cease their fighting. Offering them the gemstones, he pleads with them in an unfamiliar tongue and they in turn allow Erin to get up. The leader then grabs Gwailgur and pushes him to the middle, calling out to Rose in a hoarse voice.
"Drop your weapon, and raise your hands, and the boy will come to no harm."
Dropping her weapon, Rose raises her hands. Gwailgur then turns away as the remaining figures begin to bind her with chains, beating her whenever she tried to wrestle free.
"Erin! Gwailgur, Erin! Run!"
He did not respond, but stood alongside the leader as he began to beat Erin senseless.
***
Entering the Village by the gleam of moonlight is a band of fierce men clad in robes bearing the dreaded crest of the Sea Serpent. Their faces are hidden, but the clanging of chains can be heard as they drag their prisoner shamelessly across the rough terrain.
The mournful cry of a swan encapsulates the horrid scene. There stood the great Tilly Rose, beaten and alone...
~
Entering a weathered building with broken windows, the armored men throw Rose into a makeshift cell and begin conversing with one another until a taller gentleman with a skillfully carved cane approaches them, speaking in low whispers as he leads a family of sickly and starved minotaurs to the front.
Next to him is Gwailgur, who upon seeing them rushes forward with a loud cry. A withered Irebagar minotaur steps forward, and the two embrace.
"My son! My son."
"Father."
Grabbed by the horns, he is taken outside along with the rest of the freed minotaurs, leaving Gwailgur alone with the man holding the cane who hands him two large pouches. Kneeling down, the man extends a hand towards Gwailgur, placing it on his shoulder in a fatherly manner.
"Gwailgur, why is thine face so downcast? Did I not supply you with food and drink? Take it and be off, child. You have done a great service for us and the entire welfare of good beings everywhere."
"Then why do I feel horrid, sir."
"My boy, you are simply evolving past the point of childish innocence into that of manhood. The shock might scare you, but it is the last of this ignorance leaving your conscience as courage enters your soul."
Although he spoke with a comforting tone, Gwailgur stared downward at his own feet in fear, not daring to look upward at him. He felt the frozen touch of his hand as the man lifts the child's head to meet his.
"Do you understand?"
Rose catches hints of their conversation while taking in her surroundings, later muttering under her breath as the man with the cane walks to her cell.
"Those words you spoke to the boy, how meaningless in the hands of a sick man."
The man tightens his grip on the cane.
"You doubt such wisdom, o lover of proverbs?"
Glaring at him with intense hatred, she responds in kind.
"Naught the kind twisted by the likes of a sick man...Varlamane."
Throwing their chains forward, they mange to break the cart's wheels. Erin, now fully awake and frightened, rears back and lets out a piercing cry as one of the tallest members grabs him tightly by the mane.
Pushing Gwailgur back into the cart, Rose motions for him to be quiet and quickly grabs her spiked pavise. Charging forward with a loud shout, she repels three of the vandals who had attempted to climb onto the cart, but suffers a blow to the head. Rubbing the sore spot, she turns to face the culprit, but is distracted by the helpless neighs of Erin.
Gwailgur, having heard enough, collects a few of the unused gemstones and rushes outside. He stands before the pursers, who cease their fighting. Offering them the gemstones, he pleads with them in an unfamiliar tongue and they in turn allow Erin to get up. The leader then grabs Gwailgur and pushes him to the middle, calling out to Rose in a hoarse voice.
"Drop your weapon, and raise your hands, and the boy will come to no harm."
Dropping her weapon, Rose raises her hands. Gwailgur then turns away as the remaining figures begin to bind her with chains, beating her whenever she tried to wrestle free.
"Erin! Gwailgur, Erin! Run!"
He did not respond, but stood alongside the leader as he began to beat Erin senseless.
***
Entering the Village by the gleam of moonlight is a band of fierce men clad in robes bearing the dreaded crest of the Sea Serpent. Their faces are hidden, but the clanging of chains can be heard as they drag their prisoner shamelessly across the rough terrain.
The mournful cry of a swan encapsulates the horrid scene. There stood the great Tilly Rose, beaten and alone...
~
Entering a weathered building with broken windows, the armored men throw Rose into a makeshift cell and begin conversing with one another until a taller gentleman with a skillfully carved cane approaches them, speaking in low whispers as he leads a family of sickly and starved minotaurs to the front.
Next to him is Gwailgur, who upon seeing them rushes forward with a loud cry. A withered Irebagar minotaur steps forward, and the two embrace.
"My son! My son."
"Father."
Grabbed by the horns, he is taken outside along with the rest of the freed minotaurs, leaving Gwailgur alone with the man holding the cane who hands him two large pouches. Kneeling down, the man extends a hand towards Gwailgur, placing it on his shoulder in a fatherly manner.
"Gwailgur, why is thine face so downcast? Did I not supply you with food and drink? Take it and be off, child. You have done a great service for us and the entire welfare of good beings everywhere."
"Then why do I feel horrid, sir."
"My boy, you are simply evolving past the point of childish innocence into that of manhood. The shock might scare you, but it is the last of this ignorance leaving your conscience as courage enters your soul."
Although he spoke with a comforting tone, Gwailgur stared downward at his own feet in fear, not daring to look upward at him. He felt the frozen touch of his hand as the man lifts the child's head to meet his.
"Do you understand?"
Rose catches hints of their conversation while taking in her surroundings, later muttering under her breath as the man with the cane walks to her cell.
"Those words you spoke to the boy, how meaningless in the hands of a sick man."
The man tightens his grip on the cane.
"You doubt such wisdom, o lover of proverbs?"
Glaring at him with intense hatred, she responds in kind.
"Naught the kind twisted by the likes of a sick man...Varlamane."
Spiting on the ground Rose laughs at her predicament. "So ye finally did it. Ye captured a meager Tinkerer looking for grub. Ain't that something special."
Standing upright out of a sense of wounded pride, Varlamane took a slow step forward into the light. Clenching his teeth, he growls out a command for silence. "I have, and you yourself know why. I suppose then, you do not protest your imprisonment?"
Arising from the cold floor of the cell, Rose tightly holds onto the bars for support, raising an eyebrow at his drastic change of appearance from that of their last encounter all those years ago.
Instead of a young nuisance, Varlamane's skin was now eerily withered far beyond what his age would have allowed. His arms were unusually large and out of proportion, while his back was misshapen, and his eyes a crimson red.
Shifting her weight, she lowers her voice to a serious whisper. "This is a surprise. The great Varlamane thinks he has power here, in the wild lands where neither kingdom dare set foot in." She then smiles, looking in the direction where the starved minotaurs had been carried out. "You know I've faced worse fates than this, but imagine what will happen to you when they find out." She then returned to the floor, rubbing her sore ankles and returning to her carefree nature.
Before Varlamane could respond, a young solider wearing the crest of the Sea Serpent enters the room and performs a meek bow. "News from General Breel, sah."
He taps the young man on the shoulder with the edge of his cane, allowing him to rise. They proceed to a side room and after closing the door the young man informs him of the situation.
They haven't been watching long when they see new figures on the horizon, descending from the northwest. There are about ten of them, all armored, led by a short man in black and gray.
Instructing one of his men to return to Varlamane and report the event. General Breel readies his horse and approaches the troop while dressed in full regalia.
OOC: Unfortunately, this event was several days ago. These people have left.
Entering a weathered building with broken windows, the armored men throw Rose into a makeshift cell and begin conversing with one another until a taller gentleman with a skillfully carved cane approaches them, speaking in low whispers as he leads a family of sickly and starved minotaurs to the front.
Next to him is Gwailgur, who upon seeing them rushes forward with a loud cry. A withered Irebagar minotaur steps forward, and the two embrace.
"My son! My son."
"Father."
Grabbed by the horns, he is taken outside along with the rest of the freed minotaurs, leaving Gwailgur alone with the man holding the cane who hands him two large pouches. Kneeling down, the man extends a hand towards Gwailgur, placing it on his shoulder in a fatherly manner.
"Gwailgur, why is thine face so downcast? Did I not supply you with food and drink? Take it and be off, child. You have done a great service for us and the entire welfare of good beings everywhere."
"Then why do I feel horrid, sir."
"My boy, you are simply evolving past the point of childish innocence into that of manhood. The shock might scare you, but it is the last of this ignorance leaving your conscience as courage enters your soul."
Although he spoke with a comforting tone, Gwailgur stared downward at his own feet in fear, not daring to look upward at him. He felt the frozen touch of his hand as the man lifts the child's head to meet his.
"Do you understand?"
Rose catches hints of their conversation while taking in her surroundings, later muttering under her breath as the man with the cane walks to her cell.
"Those words you spoke to the boy, how meaningless in the hands of a sick man."
The man tightens his grip on the cane.
"You doubt such wisdom, o lover of proverbs?"
Glaring at him with intense hatred, she responds in kind.
"Naught the kind twisted by the likes of a sick man...Varlamane."
Spiting on the ground Rose laughs at her predicament. "So ye finally did it. Ye captured a meager Tinkerer looking for grub. Ain't that something special."
Standing upright out of a sense of wounded pride, Varlamane took a slow step forward into the light. Clenching his teeth, he growls out a command for silence. "I have, and you yourself know why. I suppose then, you do not protest your imprisonment?"
Arising from the cold floor of the cell, Rose tightly holds onto the bars for support, raising an eyebrow at his drastic change of appearance from that of their last encounter all those years ago.
Instead of a young nuisance, Varlamane's skin was now eerily withered far beyond what his age would have allowed. His arms were unusually large and out of proportion, while his back was misshapen, and his eyes a crimson red.
Shifting her weight, she lowers her voice to a serious whisper. "This is a surprise. The great Varlamane thinks he has power here, in the wild lands where neither kingdom dare set foot in." She then smiles, looking in the direction where the starved minotaurs had been carried out. "You know I've faced worse fates than this, but imagine what will happen to you when they find out." She then returned to the floor, rubbing her sore ankles and returning to her carefree nature.
Before Varlamane could respond, a young solider wearing the crest of the Sea Serpent enters the room and performs a meek bow. "News from General Breel, sah."
He taps the young man on the shoulder with the edge of his cane, allowing him to rise. They proceed to a side room and after closing the door the young man informs him of the situation.
Outside, chaos ensues as a growing number of residents have become suspicious of Varlamane's presence within the village. Having previously instructed one of his men to return to Varlamane and report the event, General Breel readies his horse and confronts the crowd while dressed in full regalia.
He allows them a full view of his sword. Although these were unsavory types on the wrong side of the law, they weren't stupid and began to question the strange noises coming from the building. They had been heard on more than one occasion, but Breel merely dismissed their claims.
"Perhaps you've spent too much time at the Tavern, for all you're accounts seem to be at night when the feasting is at it's peak." He smirks back at his men who begin to laugh.
An angry innkeeper raises a threatening fist at Breel. "Interesting at how even those who've never touched a bottle seem to hear it too. I've had a few travelers from nearby and distant kingdoms alike claim the same thing."
One of Varlamane's guards leads his horse in front of the innkeeper, causing him to back away. Raising an eyebrow, Breel continues his defense. "Yes, shall we all cling to the words of weary traveler who might prey upon unsuspecting village folk and spread a rumor in order to further his own devices?"
With this, the people begin to murmur amongst themselves.
Spiting on the ground Rose laughs at her predicament. "So ye finally did it. Ye captured a meager Tinkerer looking for grub. Ain't that something special."
Standing upright out of a sense of wounded pride, Varlamane took a slow step forward into the light. Clenching his teeth, he growls out a command for silence. "I have, and you yourself know why. I suppose then, you do not protest your imprisonment?"
Arising from the cold floor of the cell, Rose tightly holds onto the bars for support, raising an eyebrow at his drastic change of appearance from that of their last encounter all those years ago.
Instead of a young nuisance, Varlamane's skin was now eerily withered far beyond what his age would have allowed. His arms were unusually large and out of proportion, while his back was misshapen, and his eyes a crimson red.
Shifting her weight, she lowers her voice to a serious whisper. "This is a surprise. The great Varlamane thinks he has power here, in the wild lands where neither kingdom dare set foot in." She then smiles, looking in the direction where the starved minotaurs had been carried out. "You know I've faced worse fates than this, but imagine what will happen to you when they find out." She then returned to the floor, rubbing her sore ankles and returning to her carefree nature.
Before Varlamane could respond, a young solider wearing the crest of the Sea Serpent enters the room and performs a meek bow. "News from General Breel, sah."
He taps the young man on the shoulder with the edge of his cane, allowing him to rise. They proceed to a side room and after closing the door the young man informs him of the situation.
Outside, chaos ensues as a growing number of residents have become suspicious of Varlamane's presence within the village. Having previously instructed one of his men to return to Varlamane and report the event, General Breel readies his horse and confronts the crowd while dressed in full regalia.
He allows them a full view of his sword. Although these were unsavory types on the wrong side of the law, they weren't stupid and began to question the strange noises coming from the building. They had been heard on more than one occasion, but Breel merely dismissed their claims.
"Perhaps you've spent too much time at the Tavern, for all you're accounts seem to be at night when the feasting is at it's peak." He smirks back at his men who begin to laugh.
An angry innkeeper raises a threatening fist at Breel. "Interesting at how even those who've never touched a bottle seem to hear it too. I've had a few travelers from nearby and distant kingdoms alike claim the same thing."
One of Varlamane's guards leads his horse in front of the innkeeper, causing him to back away. Raising an eyebrow, Breel continues his defense. "Yes, shall we all cling to the words of weary traveler who might prey upon unsuspecting village folk and spread a rumor in order to further his own devices?"
With this, the people begin to murmur amongst themselves.
Having satisfied the crowd, they begin to disperse, allowing Breel's men to move the armored carriage of Minotaur Prisoners safely out of the Village. One random villager, still angry over his loss of business, throws a rock at the carriage and snarls, but is met with the swift blade of Breel's sword at his neck.
"Dare not to disturb Sir Varlamane's newly acquired cattle."
He lowers the blade and rides off to monitor his men.
Outside, chaos ensues as a growing number of residents have become suspicious of Varlamane's presence within the village. Having previously instructed one of his men to return to Varlamane and report the event, General Breel readies his horse and confronts the crowd while dressed in full regalia.
He allows them a full view of his sword. Although these were unsavory types on the wrong side of the law, they weren't stupid and began to question the strange noises coming from the building. They had been heard on more than one occasion, but Breel merely dismissed their claims.
"Perhaps you've spent too much time at the Tavern, for all you're accounts seem to be at night when the feasting is at it's peak." He smirks back at his men who begin to laugh.
An angry innkeeper raises a threatening fist at Breel. "Interesting at how even those who've never touched a bottle seem to hear it too. I've had a few travelers from nearby and distant kingdoms alike claim the same thing."
One of Varlamane's guards leads his horse in front of the innkeeper, causing him to back away. Raising an eyebrow, Breel continues his defense. "Yes, shall we all cling to the words of weary traveler who might prey upon unsuspecting village folk and spread a rumor in order to further his own devices?"
With this, the people begin to murmur amongst themselves.
Having satisfied the crowd, they begin to disperse, allowing Breel's men to move the armored carriage of Minotaur Prisoners safely out of the Village. One random villager, still angry over his loss of business, throws a rock at the carriage and snarls, but is met with the swift blade of Breel's sword at his neck.
"Dare not to disturb Sir Varlamane's newly acquired cattle."
He lowers the blade and rides off to monitor his men.
OOC: Have you ever suffered from having too many good ideas that you can't pick just one? Thus, the reason behind my long pause. I'll just remain with what I had written before in order to not stagnate the story any longer.
IC: Inside the side room, Varlamane shakes his head at the news brought to him by the messenger. "It is not enough for these people that we have brought them a great deal of trade. Let us make haste, for no one can learn of what has transpired here."
The messenger nods and grabs a torch. Exiting the room, he is about to head outside before he is tripped by Varlamane's cane. Rubbing his head, he looks upward at him in embarrassment.
"Yes, ss-ssir?"
"The room, it is too quiet."
They both look at Rose's cell. It's empty.
Loud screams from outside, followed by the crashing of stalls, alerts Varlamane to the situation. He breathes an angry sigh as he tightens his grip on the messenger who meekly whimpers.
Wildly making their way through the village was Rose, disguised as an elderly man, throwing food taken from stalls and scaring the living daylights out of livestock. Standing on top of a cart, she cries out in a loud voice. "Monster attack! Run, head for the hills!"
A few brave villagers round up their forces and begin to search for the supposed creature, but not before pausing to hear what she had to say.
"Where is the creature?"
"Has it taken someone?"
"I knew it! The rotten odor from the outhouse must be it!"
The villagers stare at the last commenter blankly. Rose frantically waves her hands to gain their attention.
"Neither! Tis came from that darkly place over yonder!" She points a finger at the building housing Varlamane and hops a few times to stress her point. "Yar, it had antlers the size of a full grown tree!"
As the messenger exits the building, he raises his hands in order to pacify the crowd. Behind him was Varlamane, however, before either could get a word in a nearby herd of sheep began fleeing into the Village Square. Someone had disturbed them...
"It's the monster!"
They immediately rush upon both the messenger and Varlamane. In the midst of the chaos, Rose slips back into Varlamane's study and steals from his desk a few of his papers. Taking a sword hanging from the wall, she looks around the cell room and finds her things. Setting them all on one of his soldier's horses, she steals a uniform and rides off.
Back outside, Varlamane lifts a villager into the air and pounds his head into the pavement. He rips through the crowd and screams loudly in anger. The messenger pleads to him for help.
"Sir." He slips to the ground and is kicked repeatedly in the head by the unstable crowd. "Sir!"
Varlamane ignores him. His focus is instead at the entrance to the Village, where a fresh set of hoof marks leading into the Forest...
Could you give me a rundown of your characters and where they are right now? I've been doing a poor job of being active lately and I want to make sure I have everything in order. The Mercenary Village
