The Journey IC

[Specter189]

They called him many things, "The strider", or "The Wanderer", but he preferred what the majority of the world called him, "The Nameless One", largely because it amused him.

Mainly a loner that lived for himself, and he often camped so deep into the woods that not even the elves would bother him, he used what nature provided him, and largely stayed away from his kind, leading to large and dubious assumptions from his own race, calling him "Elf lover", or "Tree Hugger" when, in fact, he had little to do with elves at all, aside from the relatively short time he spent with them when he was wounded once, and he recalled little of them, save for a princess that tended to him, additionally, he did not crusade to protect the trees of the wood, they did provide excellent camouflage, true, but he could adapt without them.

Nameless stalked among the trees, following a particularly rare game when he heard a deep rumbling noise. Scaring off his prey, and catching him off guard. He looked out to the roads from his perch among the treeline, irritated that all his time was spent for not, and there it was, a prisoner carriage, he stared, enraged that his prey had escaped because of this rabble. He unlimbered his crossbow and loaded an explosive tipped bolt, and waited.

[Ivy MariGold]

Ivy sat quietly in the prison caravan as it carried her along to whatever impending doom awaited her. The road was rough before the vehicle, which caused her to bounce high up into the air, hitting her head against the top with a dull thud. She let out an exclamation of pain and surprise, and puckered her lips in annoyance. Once she landed on her backside, she lifted a hand to massage beneath her long golden tresses.

Her pale ivory skin flushed a deep crimson, and the tips of her pointed ears even tinged slightly pink, as her anger escalated quickly. She wasn't even supposed to be here! She had been going on a quest for the High Goddess, when a beast of a man attacked her in her weakest time --- during the night --- and he hadn't even had the nerve to face her; He had just knocked her out with one swift smack to the back of the head.

She had to escape somehow, and soon. Her Goddess was depending on her, and she was determined to help in any way she could. She only had a certain amount of time before the Dark Lord came, and only a little more time after that before he attempted to destroy the world. And she couldn't let that happen.

[RomeJillBate92]

I had been traveling town to town, when I came across a small caravan. It meant nothing to me at the moment however there may be untold riches in the caravan. I balanced on the thought and decided to follow. I stayed high in the trees jumping branch to branch keeping steady pace with it. I weighted the risk against the reward as I followed but the more I followed the more questions were to be had.

This Caravan turned out to be a small Prison Caravan with a small detail to protect it that may prove to be a challenge. There was an Elf aboard which asked a question. "Why would an elf be captured by Humans?" I continued to follow to see how I might spring her from her little problem she had gotten her self into.

All of them men were armed with crossbows and swords. 2 of them had shields as well. This may prove Difficult.

[Don The Tortured]

Vice had been walking the earth for some time now. He had been wondering how it has changed since his solitary confinement of his art. When he stumbled upon what seemed to be an elf being held hostage. He looked into his book of spells and chanted to himself softly and turned invisible. He went to take a closer look only to see if it was a dangerous path he had to walk. He didn't want to cause trouble if he didn't need to. But the fact that an elf had been seen was beyond his imagination for he thought they had been long but extinct.

[rolak275]

Firion sat in the caravan across from her dozing off as the caravan continued its course along the road. He knew this wouldent last long. He would find a way out. He always did. He started to think back at how they had caught him. It had taken at least a platoon to capture him and he had thinned out their ranks considerably. They had searched him when they caught him but he still had one boomerang left that was integrated into his left gauntlet and only for emergencies. "I do believe this counts" he mumbled to himself as he loosened it from its sheath

[Specter189]

Nameless squeezed the trigger of his crossbow, firing an Obsidian bolt infused with magic of explosive force. The bolt struck the wheel of the main wagon and the effect was devastating, the explosion blew out the side of the wagon and tipped it over, fragments of wood impaling the driver, and while he did scream in pain, he was harmless for the time being. The rest of the caravan stopped, and guards leaped out to figure out what the hell just happened.

Nameless loaded an eviscerator bolt, a custom made bolt with three blades at the tip that expand upon entering a target, and aimed at what appeared to be the leader. He pulled the trigger, The bolt flew straight and true into the throat of the officer, and, upon blade expansion, completely ripped the flesh out of the back of his throat, the officer collapsed in a heap, his head barely attached to his body

Nameless then leaped from his position onto the nearest guard, one guantlet blade extended, piercing the base of the man's skull. He then whirled and threw one of his daggers into another hapless guard, the dagger, he had filled with deadly acidic poison that ate away at the unfortunate man's flesh as soon as the blade made contact.

By then the rest of the guards realized what was happening and charged towards Nameless, who dodged a guards clumsy stab with a spear at him, and parried another guard's weapon with a armored gauntlet. He then spun around, grabbing the first guard's spear and wrenched it out of his hands, pulling and thrusting the spear behind him with all of his might, which impaled the guard behind him, he then quickly pulled it out and spun it into the first guard in a way that the head of the spear pierced the soft tissue directly underneath the mouth, the dying guard made a wet, gurgling sound and fell forward, the impact forcing the spear even farther into his head, killing him.

As more guards came from farther behind the caravan Nameless threw the spear into one, chanting magic so that it burst into flames as soon as it struck the guard that was leading the charge, the flames of the spear reached out and immolated the guard nearest to the unfortunate man. As the two guards flailed around and attempted to put out the arcane fires that engulfed them, three more rushed Nameless, who had by then unsheathed his other dagger and pulled out his longsword, which he enchanted with frost magic, and waited as the last three guards circled him. One rushed directly at him, Nameless deflected the clumsy blow and stabbed the man thrice in the heart with his dagger, he then spun and with the force of movement on his side slashed downwards incredibly quickly with his longsword, amputating a guard's arm then causing the rest of his body to slowly freeze. He turned to the last guard, who, out of panic simply rushed towards him screaming with his weapon held high. Nameless hopped to the side, slashing with his sword and throwing his dagger in one swift movement.

The dagger impacted in between the guard's eyes and stuck, while the longsword removed one of his legs, the man flopped to the ground face first, dead instantly.

Nameless removed both of his daggers from his enemies corpses and approached the still screaming driver. Nameless loaded a bolt into his crossbow and shot the man in disgust.

He turned and looked at the section of the caravan that was farther back, Guards that heard the earlier explosion were now rushing towards the main wagon, he estimated about thirty of them. Why would just one prisoner be guarded so closely he thought, seeing that nearly all of the guards were abandoning the wagons in the back just for this one, He figured that if anyone was to try to escape, they'd be able to do so now easily.

[rolak275]

Firion noticed all the guards rushing off towards the explosion and decided it was time. He pulled his boomerang and cut the throat of the guard that was still next to his carriage. He pulled the keys from the guards belt and unlocked the door. "We'll that was easy" he said to himself as he jumped out of the doorway and snuck around to the front. Firion pressed the tip of the blade against the drivers neck. "Where's my equipment?" He snarled. "It's in the chest behind me" the guard gasped. "Thanks. Run. If you call out or try to help your friends ill kill you." Firion told him. He climbed up onto the carriage and unlocked the chest. After a moment he was fully equipped and ready to find out what was going on. He jumped off and ran towards the commotion killing guards with his boomerangs on the way

[RomeJillBate92]

I had almost lost my balance when the explosion happened. Sadly I was about to jump so I really had to stretch to grab the next branch. I hung there for a moment to watch all the gore happening in front of me. I saw this one man take out all the guards single-handedly. I chose this point to swing myself over to the Caravan that had tipped. I landed on the the side of the Caravan the jumped off and landed behind the Caravan. I hushed myself and I turned invisible. I drew my Kukuri and my long sword and waited for more of the men to come.