Caravan - Open Fantasy RP - Jump right in!

[ChickieBooBoo]

Algar had been fully intending to jump inside the wagon and start handing crates and barrels down to the others, but paused in surprise at the scene that met his eyes.  Rorik was dead.  Their leader of almost the last eight years... was gone. 

Algar shed his hesitation quicker than the others and realized that Rorik's death left a great opportunity for one that could claim it.  Someone would have to step in and take charge of the group.  Why shouldn't it be him?

"Col, Rook, 'round front, quick!" he barked at two of the men standing next to him, intending to have them cut off Linden's escape from the front of the wagon.  At his prompting, they sprang into action and hustled toward the front.  Algar looked straight Linden, sizing him up and noting the man's wounds.   "Drop your blade if you value your life..."  

Linden hesitated and didn't move as Algar barked orders to his companions. Escaping through the front hadn't even crossed his mind, where would he go? He knew he couldn't get far. Since he did value his life, he threw the balde down at Algar's feet and held up his hands to surrender.

 

[ChickieBooBoo]

Karin slipped behind the tree and disapeared. She reapeared a second later with a rope. Nottruting mavis intirly she tied the rope round his wrist and tied it to a branch. "Stay here." She ran off back behind the oak and went down a hidden staircase. Once in the base she went to her room and grabbed a bag. She put cloths food towels rope a picture a knife for her self a sword and a map. After packing everything she returned to mavis and untied him. "Alright lets go." She walked off not sure if he followed.

"What do you think I am? A dog?" He grumbled when she returned with the bag. "Don't forget that your future as a... non-bandit depends on me making sure the gaurds don't turn you into mince meat when we find them. Play nice... if I was going to run I would have already."

 

[ChickenRadio]

"What do you think I am? A dog?" He grumbled when she returned with the bag. "Don't forget that your future as a... non-bandit depends on me making sure the gaurds don't turn you into mince meat when we find them. Play nice... if I was going to run I would have already."

Karin shrugged. "My escape kinda depends on yours. If you ran away then how would i get out of this Pit?" She jerked her thumb towards the oak tree. "Anyway. Lets get going before they return." She broke into a jog.

 

[ChickieBooBoo]

Mavis followed. He was eager to find the guards again, and the quicker they got moving, the sooner he would. As they traveled, he couldn't help but wonder what might have happened to him if Karin hadn't showed up. "What were they planning on doing with me?" He asked.

 

[StarrNico]

(Her name is now Lily)

Lily was still shaking. "Im going to get in trouble! Shes gonna make me go back!" The little girl thought. She had run away from some people who had kidnapped her and many other children like her. When they had fallen asleep she had managed to escape and was now here. She looked at the chains then back at the woman. "I-i-i....Just...Y-yes..." she said her voice small

Amber smiled gently and started walking to her camp "By the way, my name is Amber."

 

[StarrNico]

Raven watched the caravan silently from her place on the low branch of the tree.

 

[Frundette]

Linden hesitated and didn't move as Algar barked orders to his companions. Escaping through the front hadn't even crossed his mind, where would he go? He knew he couldn't get far. Since he did value his life, he threw the balde down at Algar's feet and held up his hands to surrender.

Algar rested his foot on the blade that Linden had tossed down. "Merek, bind his hands," he commanded, as much to secure his new role as to have the action carried out. Merek gave Algar a sideways look, obviously not thrilled with this new turn of events, but not ready to defy Algar just yet.

Rook and Col stepped inside the wagon from the front, holding their blades only inches from Linden's back. And Merek climbed up, rope already in hand. He grabbed Linden's wrists and looped the rope tightly about them with a practiced hand that said the caravan guard wasn't the first person Merek had secured in such a manner. He bound the man's hands in front, which gave Linden slightly more freedom than if they'd been behind.

Quickly, each of the bandits took a crate or a barrel; two if they could manage it. They positioned Linden roughly in the center of the group and Algar leaned close to their prisoner and said rather quietly, as if he didn't particularly want the rest to hear. "You're alive cause I don't like to kill if I don't have to. Don't give me a reason... Now, move."

 

[Frundette]

Raven watched the caravan silently from her place on the low branch of the tree.

Sometime during the commotion of the battle, Brylla had awaken. Her head throbbed where Terrick's fist had hit it and her back felt ... well, like she'd gotten almost run over by a horse. "Rorik better have made out good on this one," she grumbled as she staggered away from the scene and into the forest. Unaware of anyone watching from above, the bandit let her mud-covered self collapse again at the base of a large tree where she thought she'd be out of view from the caravan guards. She needed a few moments to recover before making the walk back to camp.


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Terrick busied himself organizing the remaining guards and getting the three remaining wagons moving. It needed done, certainly, but the task was just as much to keep him from thinking about Linden, Mavis, and the other that had fallen victim to the bandits. "Gotta get to a more defendable place," he told the caravan master. "Then we'll figure out a course of action. But sittin' here we're just inviting more trouble." The merchant nodded sadly, looking down the hill at his lost wagon. Terrick controlled the urge to punch the man in the teeth when it looked like he was more upset about the lost goods than the lost lives...

 

[StarrNico]

Sometime during the commotion of the battle, Brylla had awaken. Her head throbbed where Terrick's fist had hit it and her back felt ... well, like she'd gotten almost run over by a horse. "Rorik better have made out good on this one," she grumbled as she staggered away from the scene and into the forest. Unaware of anyone watching from above, the bandit let her mud-covered self collapse again at the base of a large tree where she thought she'd be out of view from the caravan guards. She needed a few moments to recover before making the walk back to camp.


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Terrick busied himself organizing the remaining guards and getting the three remaining wagons moving. It needed done, certainly, but the task was just as much to keep him from thinking about Linden, Mavis, and the other that had fallen victim to the bandits. "Gotta get to a more defendable place," he told the caravan master. "Then we'll figure out a course of action. But sittin' here we're just inviting more trouble." The merchant nodded sadly, looking down the hill at his lost wagon. Terrick controlled the urge to punch the man in the teeth when it looked like he was more upset about the lost goods than the lost lives...

Raven watched the female bandit, then looked back to the caravan and it's people, then the wagon that had rolled downhill. She was undecided and remained in place, quietly watching.

 

[ChickieBooBoo]

Algar rested his foot on the blade that Linden had tossed down.  "Merek, bind his hands," he commanded, as much to secure his new role as to have the action carried out.  Merek gave Algar a sideways look, obviously not thrilled with this new turn of events, but not ready to defy Algar just yet. 

Rook and Col stepped inside the wagon from the front, holding their blades only inches from Linden's back.  And Merek climbed up, rope already in hand.  He grabbed Linden's wrists and looped the rope tightly about them with a practiced hand that said the caravan guard wasn't the first person Merek had secured in such a manner.   He bound the man's hands in front, which gave Linden slightly more freedom than if they'd been behind.  

Quickly, each of the bandits took a crate or a barrel; two if they could manage it.  They positioned Linden roughly in the center of the group and Algar leaned close to their prisoner and said rather quietly, as if he didn't particularly want the rest to hear.  "You're alive cause I don't like to kill if I don't have to.  Don't give me a reason...  Now, move." 

The floor boards on the old wagon creaked and groaned as the two men stepped in from the front, alerting Linden to their presence. He stole a quick glance behind him to make sure they weren't simply going to dispatch him while he wasn't looking, and felt a small bit of relief when their blades stopped before they touched his back. Unwilling to look weak or frightened in front of the bandits, he maintained a straight face as the tight rope which Merek tied pinched his skin. Despite the tight bonds, he was surprised that his hands were left in front of him. He wondered if that was on purpose, or by chance. He looked sideways at Algar when the bandit leaned in close and gave a slight nod of acceptance. The words were slightly encouraging to him in his position, maybe he would make it out alive after all.