((Kay, i was seeing if you wanted to control the bandit--seems not so I'll have at it LOL))
The bandit never saw it coming. He thought that the elf was going for his heart, but next thing he knew, steel was slicing through veins, and slick blood was spilling down his neck and leather. His eyes widened in surprise. Ethellian didn't wait for the man to bleed out. A quick flick of his wrist sent the blade into his eye, piercing his brain. The bandit died before he hit the ground. Ethellian frowned a moment, then, using the bandit's own trousers, wiped his sword clean. He did the same with his knife; sheathing the weapon. He also sheathed his sword. Then, kneeling down, he pretended to examine something on the ground--and went for his bow, sliding it over his shoulders while simultaneously nocking an arrow and spinning on his heels, standing upright and facing the man with the sword. With the bandits dead, he couldn't be sure the stranger wasn't going to be hostile--not to mention, he didn't stand a chance if they came to sword-blows; not unless his speed could make up for his inferior strength. The man was built like a friggin dragon, after all.
"Alright stranger," he said, amber eyes gleaming."don't mean to be rude, but...friend or foe?"
((Oh my bad haha, don't usually jump onto playing an NPC, let me know in the OOC when you want that to happen :D ))
Kurama nodded, What a fine attack and finishing blow. A man of that stature definitely needs form, which he has. He didn't really pay attention to the dead bandits, but he watched the Elf man, clean his weapons. Oh that's a good idea. He thought as he unsheathed his weapon. He walked towards the new stranger and finally stopped at a bandit, kneeling down, cleaning his blade free of blood. After Kurama had finished his little chore he saw the Elf man had drawn his bow and knocked his arrow. He laughed at the man who seemed to be dead serious, "I guess you don't love fighting as much as me!" He smiled, then continued, "I would easily block that arrow with a limb to guard a vital point, with no hesitation." He gave the Elf man a more serious look now, "You came to help me, are you friend or foe?" He countered his question and smiled, "If you're not hostile towards me, I won't be hostile towards you, but if you are, you better be ready to fight, no matter who you are." Kurama felt like being a pain in the ass at the moment of time. He didn't like to talk very much and he was the one being serious than anyone else, but seeing how dead serious this guy was made him crack up.
Ethellian laughed as he put his bow and arrow away. "Fair enough," he said with a slight grin. "I'm friend if you are...friend. Names Ethellian. Ethellian Longwater, but I swear if you ever call me by my last name I'll cut that tongue out...what was my mother thinking marrying into that family?" He snorted dirisively, then eyeballed the bandits gear. "fair is fair. I jumped in to help--though you arguably could've made it out in one piece. Still, thought that counts right? I want the gear of the bandits I killed--no more'n that."
He turned his gaze back to Kurama and extended his right hand. "Nice to meet you--and I do love a good duel; but no, I preffer stealth and trickery to out and out brawling."
(my last post of the night, as I am headed to bed. Nice RP style Zay; proof a wall of text isn't necessary for a good post)
Kurama tried to hold in a laugh as his face went red, and he began to crack up hard. His hands were soon on his thighs holding him up, he couldn't hold it in anymore, "LONGWATER! HAHAHA" He couldn't even finished what he was about to say still cracking up. After a few minutes he was able to stop laughing, assuming he wasn't serious about cutting out his tongue. As that last thought had crossed his mind he tensed up, he didn't know if Ethellian was serious or not, "Fair is fair. True." He agreed nodding his head, "You can have anything you like from those bandits." Kurama waved his arm in front of the bodies, "I have no such interest." Kurama still tense held out his right hand, shaking the new companion's hand, "Nice to meet you too. I prefer dueling, and brawling the most." He gave him a warm smile, since he just gave him crap about his last name.
((Alright night buddy. :D I need to head for bed too. Thanks o_o is my style of RP rare or something? ))
((Not *rare* but you have a good way of expressing yourself. It's hard to explain, but...yeah, I like your posts))
Ethellian's face turned as scarlet as the blood spilled on the ground--which was quite an interesting color for someone with black hair and amber eyes. He offered a mock glare at Kurama as he poked at him about the name Longwater. He really did hate his last name, but he wasn't actually going to cut out Kurama's tonge. He liked the guy well enough, and first impressions meant a lot to an Elf; even one so far removed from his kind as he was. I have no such interest, Kurama said to him. Shaking hands, his lips curled into a smile. "Excellent! I can sell this crap for a decent price. Nobody has to know their last owners died. AND that makes up for the deer you and your "party" here cost me." He walked over to bandit corpses, looting swords and daggers. As he knelt down beside one, his eyes went wide.
"Well well, we have something excellent here; take a look at this! His friggin' necklace is SOLID GOLD! Tell you what, I'll peddle this in the next town over, and we'll split the cash for this thing. It's worth at least a couple hundred Gold and a handful of silver's."
"Hey I didn't ruin your hunt." Kurama growled, "It was them." He motioned his hand towards the dead bodies. Kurama watched at the new companion searched their bodies for valuable items, I guess it's good that he's looting the bodies, it'd be nice to just buy the food rather than working for it or stealing it. He thought then shrugged it off continued to watch it. "Nice, good find!" Kurama responded with a little excitement but not as much as the companion was. He looked down the road wanting to continue on his journey but, having company would be nice so he waited until the elf was ready.
((Hey, welcome back!))
Ethellian managed to pack away anything of value; consequently, one of the packs a bandit was carrying was stuffed so full it took an effort just to hoist the thing over his shoulders. He looked back over at Kurama. He'd never been one to have companions; especially among elven kind. He generally got along much better with humans than fellow High Elves. Dark Elves, he tended to get along with in some respects, but he found them to be much to depressing on the whole.
He finally stood to his feet, and gazed at the horses with a look of sorrow. "Too bad we can't bring them along," he said. "I know someone who'd be interested in a few horses. Damn."
He watched as Ethellian finally got to his feet. Kurama rose an eyebrow, "Why can't we take the horses?" He didn't really know about selling things. He just went with it where he was going. He walked up beside Ethellian, "Well if we can't take the horses, are you ready to get to the next town?" Kurama didn't know how long it'd to sell everything he gathered, but it might be nice to have some money.
Why can't we take the horses... Ethellian narrowed his eyes as he stared, pondering. "Well, we could take a couple, but leading six horses into town with just the two of us...that could be rather difficult." He turned his amber gaze back to Kurama."Indeed I am ready to go the next town. I'm a merc by trade, but I also scavange things, as you can see. So, I have a vested interest in towns, as you can imagine. Speaking of that, are you by chance in need of a mercenary elf? I assure you, there's not many jobs that I will not take. I'll even kill, if the target is someone who deserves it."
He stalked through the shadows, face masked in gold and hood pulled low over his eyes. Several other people, robed in black and violet, followed. The Decendant of The White One was near...they could feel his blood. They could sense it. The 9 men strode along the dirt path, following their feelings, wicked ceremonial longswords, all engraved with dark runes and inlaid with blood red rubies in their hands. "He is near," one of the men whispered softly. "We shall not attack him now, but merely follow his trail. He has to sleep sometime."
((Thanks o_o I forgot you said welcome back :P ))
"Hmm." Kurama put his hand on his chin for a second, "What if we just took 2 horses and sold them? Some is better than none right?"
He paused for a moment, "A merc? They aren't very trust worthy. All they care about is money." He motioned his hand towards his pack full of things he just salvaged. He didn't really know what to think of Ethellian. Could he be trusted? His thought slowly went away as he awaited his answer from him.