Chapter Two:
To think that I actually thought this fool a threat. Of course the giant ball of fire that fried a pack of goblins had startled me a bit, but this girl could not have set off such a powerful attack. She was talking to inanimate objects, mushrooms to clarify, and druid or not being alone for two long can make one lose their sense of normal behavior. I only say druid because the garb she wore was that of a woods like person, such as a ranger or perhaps a guide, but the half elf was not exactly a urban looking venturer, For one, her hair was worn in loose blond braids covered in dirt and leaves, with a strip of cloth holding back anything that would cause vision imparment. Second she wore armor, not typical of a warrior but a traveler, brown leather that was knotted in areas for greater protection I assume. It was fairly tight fitting at the top, much like a tunic that had no sleeves, drapped almost to mid thigh. A belt held many pouchs in that I assumed carried medicanes and other herbs that woods types were fond of, nothing to valuable. To say the least, I did not think she was worth robbing.
Unexpectedly it spoke, calling for me to show my self or something silly like that. I humored her and stepped out from my shadowy shelter. Grinning I laxed my grip on my weapon since she was obviously no threat to me, and a little less than polite dismissed my conversation with her. I feared scouts, archers, guards, and the occacional goblin, but a nutcase in my fighting league. I had more important things in mind then talking about the weather. In fact the convoy should be along any second. A few carts holding enough valuables to make my trip to mushroom land worth it. Or atleast enough to keep me sated for a few month.
The sound of loud bangs in the distance alerted me of their presences. Scoping the area, there were about ten open faced wagons traveling down a crude dirt road, each stationed with about four guards per wagon and a driver. The guards were most likel mercenaries and had litttle fighting stills, they wore rusted armor and had simple bows. I sprung in to action, and with a pull of the fine horse hair strings, the arrow sank right in to the back of the lead drivers back. The man looked at the shaft sticking from his armor and then slumped in the seat. The horse pulling that wagon went in to a run, sending the guards of the first cart racing after it. The second troops, alerted by the commosion began to circle their cart, signaling the driver to halt as the searched the area for a threat. Taking the oppurtunitie, my legs raced me in to the open, and with arrows singing, guard by guard sank to the grounds. Not quite dead, but they were obviously injured. It was then the tables turned.
To think that I actually thought this fool a threat. Of course the giant ball of fire that fried a pack of goblins had startled me a bit, but this girl could not have set off such a powerful attack. She was talking to inanimate objects, mushrooms to clarify, and druid or not being alone for two long can make one lose their sense of normal behavior. I only say druid because the garb she wore was that of a woods like person, such as a ranger or perhaps a guide, but the half elf was not exactly a urban looking venturer, For one, her hair was worn in loose blond braids covered in dirt and leaves, with a strip of cloth holding back anything that would cause vision imparment. Second she wore armor, not typical of a warrior but a traveler, brown leather that was knotted in areas for greater protection I assume. It was fairly tight fitting at the top, much like a tunic that had no sleeves, drapped almost to mid thigh. A belt held many pouchs in that I assumed carried medicanes and other herbs that woods types were fond of, nothing to valuable. To say the least, I did not think she was worth robbing.
Unexpectedly it spoke, calling for me to show my self or something silly like that. I humored her and stepped out from my shadowy shelter. Grinning I laxed my grip on my weapon since she was obviously no threat to me, and a little less than polite dismissed my conversation with her. I feared scouts, archers, guards, and the occacional goblin, but a nutcase in my fighting league. I had more important things in mind then talking about the weather. In fact the convoy should be along any second. A few carts holding enough valuables to make my trip to mushroom land worth it. Or atleast enough to keep me sated for a few month.
The sound of loud bangs in the distance alerted me of their presences. Scoping the area, there were about ten open faced wagons traveling down a crude dirt road, each stationed with about four guards per wagon and a driver. The guards were most likel mercenaries and had litttle fighting stills, they wore rusted armor and had simple bows. I sprung in to action, and with a pull of the fine horse hair strings, the arrow sank right in to the back of the lead drivers back. The man looked at the shaft sticking from his armor and then slumped in the seat. The horse pulling that wagon went in to a run, sending the guards of the first cart racing after it. The second troops, alerted by the commosion began to circle their cart, signaling the driver to halt as the searched the area for a threat. Taking the oppurtunitie, my legs raced me in to the open, and with arrows singing, guard by guard sank to the grounds. Not quite dead, but they were obviously injured. It was then the tables turned.