Arkapalego (IC)

[Ythania]

A fronte praecipitium a tergo lupi - A precipice in front, wolves behind.

The larger, female wolf continued a low, consistent growl which pierced through the crackling of the campfire like a needle through cloth. Her growl suddenly increased in volume, becoming a short, sharp bark as it lunged backwards, back into the shaddows, followed with the quiet thwak, thwak, thwak of arrow hitting the floor by the Templar's feet, each one closer to it's mark than the other, but never actually hitting them.

Meyri fixed a cheap, scrappy leather flask of water to her arrow and aimed above the fire. The heavy load of the arrow made it fly off-balance, so instead of putting out the campfire the water stroked the hot logs and scorching flames, hissed, and sent bright white steam billowing into the sky.

The dancing flames of the fire allow Korin to catch a glimpse of the cameoflagued figure up in the trees, arrow pointed straight at his heart. Her eyes are narrowed but...

It looks like a girl? A young one, too. And it's aiming for those below her with a cold stare.

[Genghismike]

Lodrion
[Flight]
The image of the burning village still fresh in his mind, the hulking figure of a man crashed through the woods, heedless of the direction which he was headed. He doubted that with the current battle raging where he had come that they would even think to send a search party after him just yet. However, it would be a simple matter for him to get caught by the rival clan which had struck in the night and slaughtered on the spot. He had to get as far away as possible if he was to maintain his new found freedom, as well as his life.

The broken chain still attached to the shackle bound around his wrist snagged on some brush and nearly jerked him sprawling backwards. His momentum managed to rip it free though, and sent him tumbling forward, nearly losing his balance. He quickly regained his footing and continued his flight downhill, branches catching on his tattered clothing. The muscles in his legs burned furiously, but the adrenaline flowing freely through him made it no more than a minor nuisance. He could not falter now, the taste of freedom was too fresh upon him and with that the prospect of vengeance.

Despite the cool night air in the highlands, sweat beaded upon his muscled frame. His head was pounding furiously and his bare feet ached something fierce. He was fairly certain that he had cut them on exposed rocks and fallen branches. None of that mattered to him though, for he was free, and Gods be damned, he would not be captured again. The years he had spent as a captive had done little to break his spirit, and if anything, had only served to deepen his resentment towards the clan which had annihilated his own. Minor aches and cold weather would not stop him now.

( Night time/Highlands Lodrion is no where near any of the other characters, so they would have no way of knowing this is occurring )

[Pyromania99]

Eraina stands up to be on better guard from this practically unseen menace. She looks over to the Witch Hunter quickly and asks, "Friend of yours?" She laughed at the thought but inside hoped not and thought not. She moved her shield in the direction the arrow came from and got her shield out. The fruit she offered the demon hunter has long been on the ground while she faced the direction the threat was at. "I hate having an enemy you can't see." She sighed to herself. A lack of vision of course makes it harder to block or dodge, let alone hit them. "Any ideas Boss? Oh, and let me say that I'm not very good with dogs."

[Thorny]

Nithhogr was crouching on the forest floor, looking around the lush green, looking for any sign of danger. his breathing was hard, he had just ran without direction from the tavern. Now he was looking for sign of pursuit, all he saw was trees and the water next to him, then he spotted Athridor. As he made his way towards him, Nithhogr heard the screams of others. He closed his eyes and shook his head, trying to not remember. When he opened his eyes again Athridor was near. "well, seems we're lost" He looked around once again, seeing the same lush green, the same deep blue. "any ideas?"

[Drakel]

William Brickmann:
When the girl threw William the fruit he tried to grab it in the midst of the air, only to miss and it dropping on the ground. Before he could even get the chance to pick the fruit up he saw an arrow come flying gracefully in the air with all it's force. Quickly he pulled out his crossbow again and aimed it towards the direction of the arrow. "Everyone okay?" asked William as his guard was at the highest. There was slim possibility of him dodging an arrow when he knows where it's coming from, however it is night and the only light they had was from the fire. He was trapped with the other three and there was little to no hope of getting out. There was a chance they were outnumbered and even if they weren't this person had the greatest advantage, and all he could do was determine where the arrows would be shot from by what he would do. "Ye better have a potion that'll get us out of this mess Templar. We shall all be six feet under if ye don't." William was looking everywhere sharply with his peircing eyes, and every time he heard a single noise he'd point his old wooden and practically breaking crossbow everywhere. When he saw the wolf William quickly shot at it with his crossbow.




Athridorereztechinthess:
Athridor saw his new friend Nithhogr as he was running through the darkened forest blindly in hopes to not be found and cross to the lands of the elf. Quickly he ran to the other Draconian. "Chronepsis must be smiling upon us for fate determined that we shan't die this night brother. I pray that we'll be shrouded enough by the night, else the Templar find us, only to murder us all." Said Athridor with a draconic grin on his face and he was breathing heavily for air before continuing. " If we continue forward we shall hit the lands of the elf. We'll know we are there when the darkness ends and the light shines upon the elves' plains. I know we are close though, for the smell of muck and the tainted boarder's waters proves it. A swamp is near, once we cross it, the light of freedom will be upon us, brother.

[Drakel]

(Bump cause we NEED it.)