Post by qualin on Apr 22, 2008 6:32:44 GMT -5
The group of eight men marched quickly and silently on hidden paths through the outskirts of the Tethyrian woods. The leader in front suddenly raises his right hand, and as one the group stop abruptly, and kneels down, listening intently. Not far away, the sounds of battle fills the air, and with a nod from the leader, the group continuous onward. As they reach the edge of the forest they stop once again, spreads out on a line, and watches the battle scene in front of them. Two factions battle within a camp not more than fifty yards from their position; ruffians and bandits have surrounded a group soldiers in tethyrian uniforms, who forms a schiltrom as a last stand. Bodies of both tethyrian soldiers and bandits litter the battlefield, some still alive, shrieking in agony.
Turning to his patrol, the leader of the still concealed group motions for the two at the end of each side of the line to spread further out in a circle to flank the battling groups. As the two pairs are in position, the leader nods, and eight bows are stringed, and a moment later, the whistling sounds of eight arrows in flight are drowned by the clang of metal against metal, but the thud from eight arrows finding their mark, and the gurgle from eight bandit throats cause massive confusion among the bandits, and cries of relief among the surrounded soldiers. Another volley leaves another eight bandits gurgling and screaming, and panic breaks out with the third volley. The bandits break ranks, but are felled one by one as they try to flee the carnage.
The battle ends as the last bandit is felled by a black arrow, and the hidden archers now emerge from the trees. All eight men sport leather Armor and cloth expertly dyed in colors that blends them with the natural background, and even their faces are painted in black, brown and green, as are their black hair partially dyed green. Although the majority of the band, six of its members look like humans, two of them cannot be mistaken for anything but wood elves, and one of them is as tall as the humans in the band.
The captain of the Thethyrian soldiers salutes the tall, middle aged man who steps forward from the band of archers, and receives a wide grin in return. "About bloody time ye lazy dimwit of a tree hugger!" The captain shouts, and is met with hearty laughter from the band of archers, and a roar from their leader. "Aye, it seems you cant take care of a few bandits alone, eh Jhonatan?" The captains expression goes slightly grim as he looks over the battlefield. "Aye, we lost many good men 'ere today... They were bloody expecting us, and many more than we were told. But thats war... a war we have bloody won, thanks to ye lads!" With that, cries of victory sound over the battlefield, and the soldiers as well as the archers start to clean up the camp, and the dead soldiers are buried with the Honor that comes to a soldier fallen in battle, while the corpses of the bandits are piled up and burned. As night falls, campfires light up, and soldiers and archers alike toast to the victory, in comfortable distance from the pile of burning corpses.
One of the archers do not partake however, the tall wood elf packs his belongings as well as his share of the loot from the battlefield, and sets of to see the leader of his band, who he finds at the largest campfire, toasting and laughing with Jhonatan. The leader looks up at the elf, and simply asks "Is it time?" The elf nods, and hands him a leather badge formed as a leaf. "Alright lad.. A shame though, you are a bloody good scout." The elf gives a rather seldom smile "Dioll'ille Sando, but with this victory, there is not much more work for me here. I must seek battles elsewhere... besides, I grow restless and must wander new roads" Sando nods "I know, the problem with vanquishing your foe is that you eliminate potential, future work. I think we too will move soon, or perhaps the other lads will find new work around here. At any rate, I don't think the Leaf Company will hire itself out as whole anymore. A bloody shame really, we seem to have made a good impression here, and quite a profit I might add" The elf chuckles lightly "Yes, your pockets are so full you can barely sneak past a snoring orc now Sando. But good luck... and know I will always think fondly of you and the rest of the Leaves. Namaarie, mellon'amin." With that, the elf bows respectfully to Sando, the tall Ranger, and makes a last salute before he wanders into the darkness of the night. Sando stares after the elf for quite some time before he raises his mug in a toast "Farewell, and may the future bring your fortune, my friend, Thuarandiur."
A month later, the wood elf finds himself at the Isinhold Outpost, and is soon a registered adventure under the name 'Thuarandiur of the High Forest'. And with that, a new era for the elven sellsword begins as he looks for new jobs, new challenges, and perhaps new acquaintances in the lands under the Crown of Cormyr, where he knows work should not be hard too find, nor should battle.
Turning to his patrol, the leader of the still concealed group motions for the two at the end of each side of the line to spread further out in a circle to flank the battling groups. As the two pairs are in position, the leader nods, and eight bows are stringed, and a moment later, the whistling sounds of eight arrows in flight are drowned by the clang of metal against metal, but the thud from eight arrows finding their mark, and the gurgle from eight bandit throats cause massive confusion among the bandits, and cries of relief among the surrounded soldiers. Another volley leaves another eight bandits gurgling and screaming, and panic breaks out with the third volley. The bandits break ranks, but are felled one by one as they try to flee the carnage.
The battle ends as the last bandit is felled by a black arrow, and the hidden archers now emerge from the trees. All eight men sport leather Armor and cloth expertly dyed in colors that blends them with the natural background, and even their faces are painted in black, brown and green, as are their black hair partially dyed green. Although the majority of the band, six of its members look like humans, two of them cannot be mistaken for anything but wood elves, and one of them is as tall as the humans in the band.
The captain of the Thethyrian soldiers salutes the tall, middle aged man who steps forward from the band of archers, and receives a wide grin in return. "About bloody time ye lazy dimwit of a tree hugger!" The captain shouts, and is met with hearty laughter from the band of archers, and a roar from their leader. "Aye, it seems you cant take care of a few bandits alone, eh Jhonatan?" The captains expression goes slightly grim as he looks over the battlefield. "Aye, we lost many good men 'ere today... They were bloody expecting us, and many more than we were told. But thats war... a war we have bloody won, thanks to ye lads!" With that, cries of victory sound over the battlefield, and the soldiers as well as the archers start to clean up the camp, and the dead soldiers are buried with the Honor that comes to a soldier fallen in battle, while the corpses of the bandits are piled up and burned. As night falls, campfires light up, and soldiers and archers alike toast to the victory, in comfortable distance from the pile of burning corpses.
One of the archers do not partake however, the tall wood elf packs his belongings as well as his share of the loot from the battlefield, and sets of to see the leader of his band, who he finds at the largest campfire, toasting and laughing with Jhonatan. The leader looks up at the elf, and simply asks "Is it time?" The elf nods, and hands him a leather badge formed as a leaf. "Alright lad.. A shame though, you are a bloody good scout." The elf gives a rather seldom smile "Dioll'ille Sando, but with this victory, there is not much more work for me here. I must seek battles elsewhere... besides, I grow restless and must wander new roads" Sando nods "I know, the problem with vanquishing your foe is that you eliminate potential, future work. I think we too will move soon, or perhaps the other lads will find new work around here. At any rate, I don't think the Leaf Company will hire itself out as whole anymore. A bloody shame really, we seem to have made a good impression here, and quite a profit I might add" The elf chuckles lightly "Yes, your pockets are so full you can barely sneak past a snoring orc now Sando. But good luck... and know I will always think fondly of you and the rest of the Leaves. Namaarie, mellon'amin." With that, the elf bows respectfully to Sando, the tall Ranger, and makes a last salute before he wanders into the darkness of the night. Sando stares after the elf for quite some time before he raises his mug in a toast "Farewell, and may the future bring your fortune, my friend, Thuarandiur."
A month later, the wood elf finds himself at the Isinhold Outpost, and is soon a registered adventure under the name 'Thuarandiur of the High Forest'. And with that, a new era for the elven sellsword begins as he looks for new jobs, new challenges, and perhaps new acquaintances in the lands under the Crown of Cormyr, where he knows work should not be hard too find, nor should battle.