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Just like Scoutas, throwing in my CS here.

Name: Heath of Dailor

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Heath does not seem a person one would call large or strong, or swift at that matter. He is somewhat muscular, though not exceptionally, about 6 feet tall. He wears his shorter than shoulder length hair loose and has a short boxed beard. Both his hair and beard are dark-brown, yet the colour seems somewhat lighter due to constant exposure to dust, Sun and rain on the road. Heath's eyes are of greenish shade.
Usually seen with his heavily-worn armor, which has no banner or other distinctive features. You would not call it heavy armor as he only wears a breastplate with leather pants, boots and gloves. Heath's travel cloak, that covers his back and shoulders, is probably his least worn item.

Class: Fighter/Warrior

Job: A poor wandering self-proclaimed knight

Weapon of choice: Sword that he handles with exceptional care. Has a bunch of daggers hidden in his clothing, because that's how a wanderer lives on.

Personality: Heath is silent, yet he hears and remembers most of what people talk around. He is not easily set off and rarely does he help others, unless that furthers his interests. Most of the time, he tries to use wit over force, though is not reluctant to use either. His look is that of an uncertain and a sad man, yet behind his eyes hides a highly pragmatic, sometimes cruel even, person. He values result and is prepared for sacrifices in order to achieve what he aspires. His whole "philosophy" is built on him spending most of his life on the road. If he has a certain trait that he never lost from his young days its his stubbornness.

Background: Heath was a thirdborn to a castellan of his hometown Dailor. Being a thirdborn he had neither the chances to marry into the local lord's family nor inherit any of his father's titles or wealth on his passing. Thus he aspired to be a knight and join one of the noble and respected orders as would be any boy's dream. He studied many things on his father's behest, learned to write and read, the art of swordsmanship, tactics and a couple of other things, however this life went to an abrupt end when bandits ambushed the castellan's family travelling to their summer residence. Heath does not know much of what happened to his family, since he was abducted by the bandits on their retreat. Heath was thirteen years old by then. Spending a couple of months as their prisoner and seeing that his father was not even trying to pursue the bandits, he managed to talk himself into the band and eventually became not their prisoner but a member. As it is with bands of outlaws, some of them desert, some of them die; eventually, 9 years after his abduction, all of them parted their ways.
Heath continued to travel the world, having looted some decent-looking gear and sharpening his swordsmanship throughout the years on road. He would usually pass himself of as a poor knight, although he was never actually knighted. He lived off by protecting caravans, travelers, scavenging and other not-so-noble deeds.

Other information: Heath considers talking himself into the outlaw band one of the greater achievements of his, not only because that most likely saved his life, but also because because his stubbornness would have never let him return to Dailor, since his father had not seemed to put much effort in finding him.
As of now he is 24 years old.
Should I signup here? I'm interested in this.
Nat nodded to Darlith when she found some tracks relying on Nat's assumptions. He was happy with himself, yet at the same time he was not sure whether he wanted to follow them. He barely had any coins or food and those tracks were not going to grant him any of those, or so Nat assumed. Darlith on the other hand seemed like a different person. It seemed to the half-elf that the elf woman was simply obsessed with their recent discoveries. She did have that paranoic hatred for Fusos- Nat thought. She is possibly looking for an ally.

Darlith probably saw the uncertainty in Nat's look, as she even offered him not to follow her, unless the half-elf wanted. "No.. I'll go with you." Nat said even though he did not believe it himself. Why must the only person to have answers I've been looking for years, must be so strange? he thought. Moments later Darlith started going and Nat went after her. He stayed silent as he had many thoughts circling his mind. He would sometimes peek around. The forest was dark and dense. It seemed that evening was almost upon them, yet you couldn't tell if the Sun was simply completely blocked out.

After following the tracks for about an hour, Nat could have sworn that the tracks seemed to disappear, then reappear out of nowhere or take an abrupt turn to one side or another, only to emerge some twenty steps later from a different side. However, Darlith seemed to keep going. It was as if she didn't see those hindrances that would have brought Nat to an immediate stop and further investigation. As these phenomena did not disappear Nat presumed they were caused by something supernatural. "Darlith.. These tracks.. They are not meant to be followed.". Yet the woman seemed so focused she didn't even bother hearing him. Nat could only follow her and hope for the best, as he probably wouldn't have even made it out of the place by now.

To his surprise, the trees became much less dense and eventually they could even see the evening horizon. And there they saw a column of smoke rising, most likely from a village. A halfling village, no doubt Nat thought and quickly caught up with Darlith. "Look.. We can't just go in there. Those tracks.. I don't know how did you follow them here, but they were misleading. They kept zigzaging in my eyes. There's magic involved here." However Nat saw in his companions face that Darlith will not give up and that they already went too far to turn back. The man shook his head and sighed. "We need to look around and get a view of who's in that village to see who are we dealing with. That would be the safest approach. We can only do that by stealthily approaching closer and hiding somewhere afterwards." Nat looked around. He pointed to his right. "Those bushes are a safe spot, yet only a single person can hide in there." He kept scanning the area for non-obvious hiding spots as those were always the best, even though they seemed worst. "There." He waved towards a big rock that had high grasses growing around it. "Pick one, I'll go to the other. When you're there throw a rock to that barn" Nat pointed with his finger to a big building that was the closest to both of their hiding spots. "Then I'll throw another. They should hear it for sure and get outside. Should we encounter someone dangerous, one of us might be able to escape." Nat sighed. He created this plan in a few seconds and hoped he didn't leave out something. "So.. should we do it?"
Nat muttered with a mouth full of bread "Orcs are quite intelligent.. In their own way. As for the path.. It's a hunter's path. Or a halfling path." When Darlith suggested going back, even though Nat just came from there, he frowned and put some of his bread back into the backpack. "Alright, alright. Let us waste some more of our time, not like we're in a rush." he mumbled silently to himself.

He followed her back into the ditch, that started their whole search. She asked him to examine the ground for footprints as, according to her, that's where the trail should've started. Nat threw a glance at the broken wagon once again, then looked around. He knew it was pointless to look around a place that was ransacked left and right by orcs. Footprints were all over the place. The only thing that could be seen clearly were the wagon tracks, that led Darlith and Nat here. Wagon tracks.. The half-elf thought and suddenly got an idea. He shouted to the elf woman disagreeing to descend into the ditch. "Incorrect. Should the wagon have tumbled down this ditch with our passengers, they would be either dead or injured and captured." He slowly walked away from wagon debris site before waving the elf woman to go up instead of wasting time down there.

"They jumped out earlier. Wagon tracks looked obscure in the forest moss, but I think it started wobbling here. If the wobbling actually started, it means nobody was guiding the wagon at that moment." he said pointing to the ground not twenty steps from the crash site. Nat rubbed his chin thinking and looked around some more. "If the wagon started wobbling it must've hit something on the ground." The half elf examined the area once again "There we go, a stone right here." he pointed to the ground, to a small boulder no bigger than a man's head. "This is our search start point, going backwards."

Nat then followed the wagon tracks carefully studying the ground around them. He stopped about thirty steps from what he called the start point. " A half rotten log. I can see some wobbling here, that ended about 5 steps later, so right here the wagon was still guided." Nat streched and smiled "This is our end point. If you're that determined to find them.. They left the wagon somewhere here."
I'm here, but I also don't rush things, seeing that you people were not doing too much.

I hope everything's okay here :D
Nat waited for Darlith to come over and then agreed to follow her. But it was quite soon that they basically bumped into dense wall of vegetation, trees, bushes and other plants combined, Darlith asked Nat for help to cut through here, but Nat looked around a bit and said "No way that somebody went through here. They couldn't have." he waved at the trees that Darlith wanted to cut "And right now we are going to eastern part of this forest. I don't even know where it ends. Nobody would run to hide there."

He examined the area and drew his sword cutting a few brushes in front of him to make some room. However the bushes were not easy to hack through, as they probably grew here untouched for years and their leafy branches were sturdy. As he eventually got rid of every shrub around him, Nat repeated what he said earlier, more to himself than anyone else "Nobody would run here. At least not through here." The half elf shook his head and went couple of steps back, carefully examining the path they came through. "Wait here a bit." he said as he went back. The path meandered, but the tracks were only recent -- left by Nat and Darlith. A couple of minutes and he was back where they started. Nat sighed, as he was not able to find anything. Nat saw the tree that he hid on earlier. The tree is an obvious hiding spot for anybody, who 's looking somehwere to hide in that clearing. Nat contemplated. There were many tracks around the tree, what suggested that it was checked earlier. Nat plumped on the ground on his back and sighed again. There is no clue to grasp. Nothing. Looking at the sky, who was almost completely blocked out by trees he started laughing loudly. This whole search is just like my search for mother: I don't know why am I even bothering instead of living my life and I don't even have the slightest clue where should I go next. He stood up still laughing.

The half-elf eventually came back to Darlith, still smiling and shaking his head. He then sat and leaned by a tree saying. "I don't think were finding were they went, Darlith. The orcs were split up and didn't." He then smiled, though not happily and looked to the ground. "Rebel lord or no, he must have more than good agility at his side if he managed to outwit the pursuers. Why should we even bother anyway?" he smiled again, this time with more happiness. "We were just brought together by chance and now we are pursuing shadows, for no tangible goal."

He remembered he had some bread in his backpack, and took it off from his back. After finding the food in there, he offered some to Darlith and raised his eyes to the sky while eating.
Nat kept looking out and listening if somebody would come at them while waiting for Darlith to come out. And then his ear caught it. A mere crack, but it was inevitably by someone walking. Walking towards them. He heard sliding behind him in the ditch and assumed that Darlith also heard it, that's why she went back. Knowing he won't be able to descend and hide himself in the debris of wagon, Nat quickly sprinted towards the nearest tree and grabbed one of the bigger branches. Pulling himself onto it, he carefully went over the branch, to stand closer to the trunk and froze. He was only partially hidden amongst the leaves, but if most of the followers were orcs, he hoped that their day-vision was not good enough to see him in between the leaves.

It was a few minutes, though those seemed to go very slow, as he finally heard louder steps on the forest's moss. Many different Orcish sounds suddenly filled the clearing. Nat could make out a word or two in Orchish from his mercenary days, especially those that were associated with fighting, tracking, basic needs, and, obviously, swear words. However, the language always seemed to complex for him to grasp. Right now he could hear words like "failure", "death", "idiot", "hunger", but they didn't add up. He was growing tired of listening to that constant Orcish growl. Not to mention that crouching on a branch was a very uncomfortable and unstable position to be in.

Soon he heard an intense orcish voice shout "Brazgak". He knew that word. It meant "Attention". The same voice then started rumbling something very fast and Nat could not understand anything. He heard somebody being punched and plumping on the ground. He heard a few insults then, thus assumed that the Orcs failed and their commander was furious about that. After dozens more heartbeats of shouting, he finally got silent. By the sound following he assumed, that everyone was ordered to move out.

Nat dared to peek out through the leaves a little and saw the commander, a black orc with green armor, counting his subordinates, who were forming up ranks. They marched out, not even closely to how swift they marched in, probably only coming here, to meet up with everyone.

Nat waited until the orcs could barely be heard and only then did he carefully hopped of the tree. His legs felt rather numb, after spending a significant amount of time on a tree branch. The half elf sighed. He wanted to regroup with Darlith because she knew of his family, yet he felt conflicted as she had somehow gotten his vigilance away from him, making him think of things that were his goal throughout whole life. However, the goals were so unreachable that he almost put them aside knowing it was impossible. And now they seemed in his grasp. He did not even know how should he approach them. The questions that bothered him. He shook his head chasing these thoughts away and raised his head. Darlith has already peeked her head out of the ditch and silently called his name, then once again with a little more voice. Nat sighed once again. "I have to go there" he thought.

He moved away from the tree trunk and showed himself in the clearing, making sure that Darlith would see him. The half elf waved her once, as if he wanted to tell her to come here and then put a step back. He was being cautious should the orc commander have left scouts here.
After looking around with Darlith and finding no tracks, no signs of fighting or anything at all except common plants, he could only agree with Darlith. "Aye, they were most likely pursued through a different path. Though I'm sure it's the same people here. Nobody would rush so fast with a wagon through a narrow forest path without a reason. They probably knew that they will be pursued after the spectacle in Damascus." Nat spat to the corner of the path after saying that and pulled his water bottle out. After swallowing a few gulps of water, he looked at Darlith, who was already moving. He quickly followed her.

The path they went through soon reminded of a tunnel, made out of vegetation, however occasionally they would enter clearings, where the trees and plants would not seem to overwhelm everything else. It was at one of those clearing's that Darlith has asked why did Nat not know of his mother's goals. He was about to answer, but the half-elf spotted a raven land somewhere to his left, That immediately caught his attention and looking at the landing spot he saw a body that the raven was about to feast on. "There's a body..." he wanted to say however Darlith already spotted it too. Without too much hesitation, she ran to the body and after a few seconds of examining continued running forward. Nat wasn't in such a rush and taking a few more looks, he could tell that there were not only orc tracks around, but some hoof marks as well as blood and metal shards. All these findings formed a path that led Nat to the same place that Darlith went running.

"They were fighting while running, it seems" the half-elf said and looked at Darlith. "And that seems to be the wagon we followed." He descended to take a closer look and looked around. The first thing to notice, obviously, that there were no horses or their bodies to be seen. "The horses are missing.They had to be either stolen, or those being pursued dropped the wagon to gain speed. Since this is a ditch, the former is more likely than the latter to me." There were also lots of different tracks, he couldn't tell all of them, but that was certainly a mixture of human, orc, troll, possibly even goblin feet marks. they were evenly distributed, what probably indicated that the pursuers did not find their pursued here as they expected. That means, they'll be back.. To a rendezvous point, which can even be here . "This.. This is not a safe place to be." He said and quickly walked out of the ditch. "We should look around and get to a location, that is safer. We can get surrounded from any side. I can't tell any tracks apart. And the followers seem to have went all directions, instead of a single one. That means they didn't find what they were looking for, and that itself means if they aren't back yet, they might be any time." After saying that he cursed thinking where he got himself into and waved Darlith to ascend out of the ditch too.
Nat nodded and hesitantly followed Darlith. He had ambiguous thoughts about the elven woman. She seemed like an intelligent person, though humble, like she was actually trying to hide from somebody. Nat thought she could have retained her intelligence, however, still develop a paranoia on being hunted. The sellsword even started thinking if he wasn't cleverly manipulated into becoming her personal guard. "I need to know whether she was lying about knowing my mother. If she didn't lie about that, there's no reason to lie about being hunted by Fusos." As if she read Nat's mind, though with her back turned, Darlith asked "How much do you know of your mother?"

The question seemed out of the blue and strange, so it startled Nat for a few moments. He asked himself again "How much DO I know of my mother? As sad as it was, he actually knew close to naught. He looked for her over 20 years and he could barely remember how she looked. Not her hair and eyes, however. He would not forget those ever. Ash-white hair and the little bit darker eyes. It was quite unusual for a person to have his hair and eye color match and by these two traits, Nat could always tell if a person was lying to him. He also knew that his mother left their home to travel to the capital. Nat knew she was married to the commander of his old mercenary company. He heard that she later on took disguise as a priest. He learned what his name meant and why was he given it.

But his mother was still, metaphorically speaking, a day's road ahead of him. He could always grasp some clues. He would hear some rumors. But when the sellsword checked them, all of them were already cold. Waking up from the thoughts, that Darlith's question put him to, he slowly answered "I know much of her, though not her goals or location." At the same time he thought "Which means I know nothing of her."

He would have continued the topic, but Darlith spotted wagon tracks merging into their road from another path. Nat was impelled to examine them as she asked if that was the same wagon from yesterday. The half-elf had quite some tracking skills from his days in the mercenary company as he would periodically scout for them. It didn't take long for him to notice that these tracks were far less deep than the ones he followed into the city. The wheels seemed of different thickness two, though he wasn't sure. "I... I'm not so sure" Nat mumbled "This is not the same one. What I mean is, unless they dumped half of their passengers this cannot be the same wagon. The track's are deep enough for three people at most if they were unarmed." he then stood up and walked around, looking for something in the forests around the path. "This might be the same people, however, that took a different wagon to create a decoy for Fusos' men. If so, somewhere here must be tracks of their followers. They're not on the path, though." Nat told everything he could make up on the spot.
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