Caravan - Open Fantasy RP - Jump right in!

[ChickieBooBoo]

Good.  The caravan guard seemed as if he would cause no trouble, at least not for the moment.  But what to do with the man?   The newly self-appointed leader of the rag-tag crew would need to figure that out soon.  Surely some of the bandits would demand his death to avenge Rorik.  Someone was bound to demand it simply to c hallenge Algar's leadership. 

The crew moved quickly, they all knew the terrain well and followed much the same path that Karin had led Mavis down just a short while ago.  They'd return later to collect the bodies of their fallen brothers and leader...

Despite his best efforts, Linden struggled to keep up with the bandits as they traveled. Unlike them, he did not know the forest and as a result ended up tripping and stumbling over rocks and tree stumps which they cleared without difficulty. Still trying to maintain some degree self-respect, even though he was a prisoner, Linden maintained a straight face, refused to complain or request that they slow down, and pressed on.

 

[ChickieBooBoo]

"Rorik was like my father. I will find whoever killed him. And that person will be dead." Karins eyes flared as she started walking forward.

Mavis' brow furrowed into a confused frown as he jogged to keep up with her. "He was a bandit? But... I thought you wanted to get away from them...?"

 

[StarrNico]

Raven watched Brylla then dropped to the ground, following the female bandit.

 

[Frundette]

Brylla heard another voice, this one she recognized as Karin, a girl slightly younger than herself that belonged to the bandit camp. Had she just said Rorik was dead!? Maybe she had heard wrong... "Karin!" Brylla called softly, moving through some thick bushes to reach the girl. A young boy, almost as covered in mud as Brylla was, walked with Karin. A new "recruit" most likely.

"Karin," Brylla said again as she came close, "did you say that Rorik..." she let the statement hang, studying Karin's face.

 

[ChickenRadio]

Mavis' brow furrowed into a confused frown as he jogged to keep up with her. "He was a bandit? But... I thought you wanted to get away from them...?"

Karin ignored him.

Brylla heard another voice, this one she recognized as Karin, a girl slightly younger than herself that belonged to the bandit camp.  Had she just said Rorik was dead!?  Maybe she had heard wrong... "Karin!"  Brylla called softly, moving through some thick bushes to reach the girl.  A young boy, almost as covered in mud as Brylla was, walked with Karin.  A new "recruit" most likely.  

"Karin," Brylla said again as she came close, "did you say that Rorik..."  she let the statement hang, studying Karin's face.

"Brylla?" Karin replied running to hug her friend she released brylla after a second. "Im not sure..But i think.." her voice trailed off.

(How old is brylla? Karin is 14...)(are they friends?)

 

[Frundette]

Any time Linden stumbled, Rook and Col were there to prod their captive back to his feet, often times being none too gentle about it.

Soon the group came to an enormous oak tree, thick vines of ivy snaking up the trunk and wrapping around it's heavy branches. At the base, a large boulder partially concealed an opening big enough for a tall man to enter. A crude stairwell had been built to ease the descent down into a nature cave system that made a perfect hideout for the bandit crew.

The first few members of the crew climbed down the steep stairs, passing the looted crates down right after. Col, almost a full head shorter than Linden, gave the man a hard shove toward the hole. "Hey Al, whaddya want us ta do wit 'im?"

Algar had been contemplating the very same question and still had no good answer. "Down the Pit," Algar said, after a moment hesitation. Col smiled, approvingly. "The Pit", as the bandits called it, was just a natural hole in one of the side tunnels. Deep enough and steep enough to keep all but the most dexterous confined there, it was a good place to stash their prisoner until he could figure out what to do with the caravan guard.

"Down ya go," Col said, pushing Linden toward the steps.

 

[ChickenRadio]

Any time Linden stumbled, Rook and Col were there to prod their captive back to his feet, often times being none too gentle about it.

Soon the group came to an enormous oak tree, thick vines of ivy snaking up the trunk and wrapping around it's heavy branches.  At the base, a large boulder partially concealed an opening big enough for a tall man to enter.  A crude stairwell had been built to ease the descent down into a nature cave system that made a perfect hideout for the bandit crew.  

The first few members of the crew climbed down the steep stairs, passing the looted crates down right after.  Col, almost a full head shorter than Linden, gave the man a hard shove toward the hole.  "Hey Al, whaddya want us ta do wit 'im?"

Algar had been contemplating the very same question and still had no good answer.  "Down the Pit," Algar said, after a moment hesitation.  Col smiled, approvingly.  "The Pit", as the bandits called it, was just a natural hole in one of the side tunnels.  Deep enough and steep enough to keep all but the most dexterous confined there, it was a good place to stash their prisoner until he could figure out what to do with the caravan guard. 

"Down ya go," Col said, pushing Linden toward the steps.

(Is it okay if tianea can shapeshift into a white tiger?)

Tianea hissed at algar agian and her eyes flashed from human eyes to cat eyes then back again. She walked off back to her room.

 

[Frundette]

Karin ignored him.
"Brylla?" Karin replied running to hug her friend she released brylla after a second. "Im not sure..But i think.." her voice trailed off.

(How old is brylla? Karin is 14...)(are they friends?)

(OOC: She's about 18)


Brylla hugged her back, letting the news sink in. What would happen to their crew? Would there even still be a crew?

She'd been "recruited" to the camp at a very young age, probably about the same age Mavis was now, and hardly remembered a time when Rorik wasn't the leader of their ragtag crew. He was hard on the young ones, just as much so on the girls as he was the boys, always demanding respect. But when she earned his occasional praise, she felt on top of the world.

"What happened?" she asked, pushing back her own tears.

 

[ChickieBooBoo]

"You..." Mavis gasped, his eyes growing wide as saucers when Brylla stepped out of the bush. He recognised her immediately as the girl who Terrick had struck down earlier in the battle, but up until now he had assumed she was dead. The guilt had been nagging at his stomach for hours, and now he felt like he was seeing a ghost. "But... I-I thought you were d-dead!" He stammered.

 

[ChickieBooBoo]

Any time Linden stumbled, Rook and Col were there to prod their captive back to his feet, often times being none too gentle about it.

Soon the group came to an enormous oak tree, thick vines of ivy snaking up the trunk and wrapping around it's heavy branches. At the base, a large boulder partially concealed an opening big enough for a tall man to enter. A crude stairwell had been built to ease the descent down into a nature cave system that made a perfect hideout for the bandit crew.

The first few members of the crew climbed down the steep stairs, passing the looted crates down right after. Col, almost a full head shorter than Linden, gave the man a hard shove toward the hole. "Hey Al, whaddya want us ta do wit 'im?"

Algar had been contemplating the very same question and still had no good answer. "Down the Pit," Algar said, after a moment hesitation. Col smiled, approvingly. "The Pit", as the bandits called it, was just a natural hole in one of the side tunnels. Deep enough and steep enough to keep all but the most dexterous confined there, it was a good place to stash their prisoner until he could figure out what to do with the caravan guard.

"Down ya go," Col said, pushing Linden toward the steps.

Linden stopped and refused to budge. He turned to face Col with a dangerous glare and looked down sharply at the bandit. Not only was he a whole head taller, he was also a very big man in general, with broad, muscular shoulders and thick arms. In comparison, the bandit by himself was terribly outmatched, but within the group Linden knew that Col had the upper hand. Still, the bandit's mannerism made his blood boil with anger. "Play nice, boys." He growled, barely managing to maintain enough self-control not to give the bandit a good knock between the eyes. His arms still had a small amount of wiggle room since they were tied in the front, he knew he could do it if he wanted to.