Ashlynn fixed her seating position, and crossed her legs. "You guys are actually crazy.. You're going after a royal man?" the woman attempted to register everything in her brain, replaying each sentence in her head.
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Ashlynn's palm's began to sweat. "S-so.. W-what did he do?" she questioned, as she looked down at Alta. The girl's face began to slowly become more red, but lucky for her, her hood constantly covered the woman.
"D-don't worry.. It's just no one really talks to me much." she sighed, and pet Alta's head. "Were you guys currently going to the sand land?" she surveyed the girl.
"He practically destroyed the royal bloodline of the noble family that rules Ragroth. Is a complete asshole and we have found a potential heir to help rebuild the kingdom," Octia whispered and lept down from her tree. And pulled out her knife and handed it to him with wary eyes, "you should wait for morning and we should find a river. Also we could also dye your hair"?
The men at the checkpoint had decided to guide Storm and Dulvac until others arrived. They had been walking for a few hours, remaining hidden. Storm heard Dulvac advise resting where they were.
"We don't have cover here, and I don't think that anyone here knows how to set up an illusion." Storm said. "I'm afraid that unless we meet with our escorts soon-"
"Your escorts are here." a voice said. Four griffons flew through the trees, touching down in front of the group. The griffons all had riders, and they all wore owl masks. They were in a formation resembling a diamond. The one in the front took off the mask, revealing a girl aged about 20. "Felaern Crius, Owl Lieutenant. We're here to escort you to Blackquill HQ."
"Great." Storm said. "Problem is, the betrayer here has an exhausted wyvern. I don't suppose any of you can create an illusion so we can rest for the night?"
"Resmin!" the lieutenant said, calling one of the riders forwards. Uncovering their left arm, Resmin allowed a rune on their shoulder to glow. They used their griffin to ride around, spreading a magical white line. Then the rider flew up and clapped at a relatively high point. The point at which he clapped turned into a circle, which emitted a field that streamed down to the line. The waves of light glowed then dissipated. Outside, there was just the woods. Looking from out there, you would see nothing. But just inside the illusion was a white, magical line that formed a circle. And inside the circle was the wyvern, the Owls and the adventurers. The men that had been at the checkpoint took their leave, heading back. Storm pulled up a log and rested his head against it. Felaern and the Owls settled their griffins in, ready to sleep. The riders then took out some sheets from the griffin's packs and set themselves up to sleep. "Want some sheets?" Felaern asked to Storm.
"Nah, I'm good. I prefer to sleep the natural way."
"Suit yourself." Falaern said. Putting her mask to the side, she dozed off. Storm followed soon after.
"We don't have cover here, and I don't think that anyone here knows how to set up an illusion." Storm said. "I'm afraid that unless we meet with our escorts soon-"
"Your escorts are here." a voice said. Four griffons flew through the trees, touching down in front of the group. The griffons all had riders, and they all wore owl masks. They were in a formation resembling a diamond. The one in the front took off the mask, revealing a girl aged about 20. "Felaern Crius, Owl Lieutenant. We're here to escort you to Blackquill HQ."
"Great." Storm said. "Problem is, the betrayer here has an exhausted wyvern. I don't suppose any of you can create an illusion so we can rest for the night?"
"Resmin!" the lieutenant said, calling one of the riders forwards. Uncovering their left arm, Resmin allowed a rune on their shoulder to glow. They used their griffin to ride around, spreading a magical white line. Then the rider flew up and clapped at a relatively high point. The point at which he clapped turned into a circle, which emitted a field that streamed down to the line. The waves of light glowed then dissipated. Outside, there was just the woods. Looking from out there, you would see nothing. But just inside the illusion was a white, magical line that formed a circle. And inside the circle was the wyvern, the Owls and the adventurers. The men that had been at the checkpoint took their leave, heading back. Storm pulled up a log and rested his head against it. Felaern and the Owls settled their griffins in, ready to sleep. The riders then took out some sheets from the griffin's packs and set themselves up to sleep. "Want some sheets?" Felaern asked to Storm.
"Nah, I'm good. I prefer to sleep the natural way."
"Suit yourself." Falaern said. Putting her mask to the side, she dozed off. Storm followed soon after.
"I've never been much of a fighter.. But I guess I could help.." she suggested, as she tightened her bracers.
Aaron was suddenly approached by his associates. The group of thieves shared their earnings, and exchanged the currency.
Aaron was suddenly approached by his associates. The group of thieves shared their earnings, and exchanged the currency.
"Well if you are joining us my name is Octia. Nice bow," the ranger smirked and pointed to the new comers weapons. She then crossed her arms and hummed in thought, "so I'm guessing you are new around here? If you cowered at a theif though you had a weapon then you might be. Especially since you have a long range weapon and had distance between her and yourself"?
"Ah.." She placed her hand on her head, "Well, I was sheltered in the forests as a child, so I am new to everything." she took a quick glance around, then sighed. "Nice to meet you Octia. I am Ashlynn of the Great Forest, if you couldn't tell."
"Octia.. What are you guys exactly? Are you really thieves, or corrupted warriors? If I must follow you, I'd like to know as much information as I can.." she questioned.
"We are a bunch of acquaints that met at a bar with really good drinks. The guy with silver hair or David was targeted by the bastard of the sand because he may be a potential heir to the throne. We defended him and probably now know as rebels," Octia sighed and then turned her attention to the female k fight of the group, "no. Knights are heavy hitters and front liners. They aren't meant to be scouts as that's a Rangers or scouts job. Your armour and weapons would slow you down".
"You'll be fine. I'm heading to get you that sword right now. I'll be back," Octia sighed and started moving off through the trees. She reached to edge of the forest that faced the town and got down, moving down and avoiding anyone that looks like trouble on her way to the closest blacksmith.
Lynn glanced around, "I'm not entirely sure myself..." she sighed, "Do we just wait..?"
After Aaron's companions gave him his share, he quickly pulled out his poleaxe and murdered them in an instant. Blood splattered over the man's face, and he put his helmet back on. The man then mounted the beast, and put is weapon onto his back.
The Wyvern then grunted, and smoke floated from his nostrils. The creature bent his knees, and launched into the air. A sharp whistling sound echoed in the sky, as the wind fought the monster's body and speed.
After Aaron's companions gave him his share, he quickly pulled out his poleaxe and murdered them in an instant. Blood splattered over the man's face, and he put his helmet back on. The man then mounted the beast, and put is weapon onto his back.
The Wyvern then grunted, and smoke floated from his nostrils. The creature bent his knees, and launched into the air. A sharp whistling sound echoed in the sky, as the wind fought the monster's body and speed.
Ashlynn pulled out her bow, and scanned it. "My father told me that my grandmother killed a man's Wyvern and created a bow out of its bones." she held her weapon proudly, "I'm not sure why, but she gave it to me.."
Falaern heard some footsteps just outside of camp. Her keen hearing allowed her to pick it up instantly. Picking up the spear and removing any signs that she was with the Blackquill, she stepped out of camp. Hiding behind a tree, she heard the person getting dangerously close to camp. Sneaking a peek, she saw that it was a villager... with silver hair? The warrior dashed around the tree and held the spear up the the person's head.
The person, though she didn't know him at this point, was David Heart.
The person, though she didn't know him at this point, was David Heart.
"I'm not a bandit." Falaern said. "Is it true you're just passing through? And what's with that hair of yours?"
"..." The girl looked intensely. It was almost as if she was trying to read his emotions. After a few seconds, she put her spear on her back. "Good. Forget we met. It's better that way." She dashed off, heading towards the camp. Once she was out of view, she made a rift in the illusion and walked through. She set herself up to go back to sleep.
(So people need to fall asleep so we can get to the next day.)
(So people need to fall asleep so we can get to the next day.)
Ashlynn blushed, and smiled. "Thank you..." the woman then yawned, and rested her head onto Alta's head that was currently on her shoulder. Her eyelids sagged downwards, and she drifted into sleep.
At the first break of dawn, Falaern woke up. Going over to Storm, she shook him awake.
"...znrk? Morning already?"
"Yep. Get up, sleepyhead." the Owl said. She also woke up the other Owls and the griffins. "Everyone ready to go?" Storm and the Owls all nodded.
"...znrk? Morning already?"
"Yep. Get up, sleepyhead." the Owl said. She also woke up the other Owls and the griffins. "Everyone ready to go?" Storm and the Owls all nodded.