Maxxob
The Overseer
This is a continuation of the RP in the thread: Finished - [Ryken - Ryke] Those damned bandits!
Location: Ryke, North of Ryke, Forest near Etiva
Time: Midday
Develius
| Flare
Elvario
| Chandra
Clockwork_Magic
| Seira
Karcen
| Seraphina
Femboy
| Viokii
The bandit’s fear was palpable, his eyes widening as he scrambled backward, the realization sinking in that they were planning to pursue the Mage—a figure far more terrifying than any threat he’d ever encountered.
“Please! You don’t understand…” His voice wavered, rising in pitch as his desperation became more apparent. “That Mage… he’s not like the rest of us. He’s… something else! Blood magic, that’s what he uses. I’ve seen him tear people apart without lifting a finger, draining them dry—like they were nothing!” He paused, his hands shaking uncontrollably. His fear of the Mage far outweighed the immediate danger posed by the woman standing before him. “Weakness? I don’t know any! None of us do! He’s just… dangerous. More dangerous than you can imagine.”
The bandit’s words hung heavy in the air. The terror etched into his face told the story—he feared the Mage more than death itself.
Meanwhile, inside the Captain Bandit’s tent, the group uncovered a variety of items, but the most intriguing was a large map, laid out in the center. The corners of the worn parchment were held down by random objects—a dagger here, a bottle there. The map, though roughly drawn, spanned the entire continent, and across its surface were numerous strange markings. Each one seemed to highlight an area of importance, though the reason behind the marks remained unclear.
One of the most curious markings was located in Ryke, to the west of their current location, right on top of a place labeled the ‘Garanth Barony.’ Another mark appeared farther to the east, beyond Ryke’s borders, in The Republic. It rested near the mountainous region close to the East Empire, in a village called ‘Taeko.’ As they scanned the map, it became clear that whatever this conspiracy was, it crossed borders, touching nearly every nation except for the area around the Continental Lake. For now, the true meaning of these markings remained a mystery, but the implications were ominous. Something larger than mere banditry was at play here.
As they contemplated the map, the bound elf in the corner of the tent stirred. His eyes blinked open, wide with disbelief as he was finally freed from his bindings. The gag removed, he gasped for breath before speaking, his voice hoarse from disuse. “Thank the gods,” he whispered, rubbing his wrists where the ropes had dug into his skin. “I thought I would never escape this nightmare.” He turned to his saviors, gratitude shining in his eyes. “My name is Ethan Kryvil, an artisan specializing in iron bark. You… you’ve saved my life. I don’t know how to repay you, but I will forever be in your debt.”
Chandra, moving with quiet purpose, entered another tent where the bloodied armor sets were stored. Her unique abilities allowed her to taste the traces of blood on the armors, and the knowledge she gained from this dark practice was invaluable. As she licked the blood, fragments of information began to surface in her mind. The blood carried the title [Salamander Brigade], a clear indicator of the elite military force these men had once belonged to. Alongside that title were the more common ones—[Human] and [Beastkin]. Yet, something else lingered in the bloodstains—patches of blood with no title at all, but instead, a powerful residue of mana. It was unlike anything Chandra had ever tasted before, potent and raw, its nature foreign and mysterious.
As Flare searched the bodies, she came across the Captain Bandit’s corpse, and there, tucked away in his belt, was a heavy coin pouch. Upon inspecting its contents, she found a mix of copper and silver Rykes—enough to keep the group, or themselves, supplied for some time.
With the camp now thoroughly looted, the group began the arduous task of hauling their gains—the loot, the remaining bound bandits, and the heavy strongbox—into the caravan wagon that still waited on the main road. The strongbox, with its intricate golden scale and feather symbol, weighed down the group, but with Ethan’s help, they managed to load everything aboard. The elven artisan, now freed, offered his strength and skills, grateful for the rescue.
The forest around them, once alive with the sounds of combat, was now eerily quiet as the group prepared for their departure. The chilly wind that had blown through the camp earlier now a memory.
With everything set and their cargo secured, the question now arose: What would they do next? They had the strongbox, the captured bandits, and the cryptic map in hand. The road back to Ryken stretched before them, but the path ahead was uncertain.
Location: Ryke, North of Ryke, Forest near Etiva
Time: Midday
Develius
| Flare
Elvario
| Chandra
Clockwork_Magic
| Seira
Karcen
| Seraphina
Femboy
| ViokiiThe bandit’s fear was palpable, his eyes widening as he scrambled backward, the realization sinking in that they were planning to pursue the Mage—a figure far more terrifying than any threat he’d ever encountered.
“Please! You don’t understand…” His voice wavered, rising in pitch as his desperation became more apparent. “That Mage… he’s not like the rest of us. He’s… something else! Blood magic, that’s what he uses. I’ve seen him tear people apart without lifting a finger, draining them dry—like they were nothing!” He paused, his hands shaking uncontrollably. His fear of the Mage far outweighed the immediate danger posed by the woman standing before him. “Weakness? I don’t know any! None of us do! He’s just… dangerous. More dangerous than you can imagine.”
The bandit’s words hung heavy in the air. The terror etched into his face told the story—he feared the Mage more than death itself.
Meanwhile, inside the Captain Bandit’s tent, the group uncovered a variety of items, but the most intriguing was a large map, laid out in the center. The corners of the worn parchment were held down by random objects—a dagger here, a bottle there. The map, though roughly drawn, spanned the entire continent, and across its surface were numerous strange markings. Each one seemed to highlight an area of importance, though the reason behind the marks remained unclear.
One of the most curious markings was located in Ryke, to the west of their current location, right on top of a place labeled the ‘Garanth Barony.’ Another mark appeared farther to the east, beyond Ryke’s borders, in The Republic. It rested near the mountainous region close to the East Empire, in a village called ‘Taeko.’ As they scanned the map, it became clear that whatever this conspiracy was, it crossed borders, touching nearly every nation except for the area around the Continental Lake. For now, the true meaning of these markings remained a mystery, but the implications were ominous. Something larger than mere banditry was at play here.
As they contemplated the map, the bound elf in the corner of the tent stirred. His eyes blinked open, wide with disbelief as he was finally freed from his bindings. The gag removed, he gasped for breath before speaking, his voice hoarse from disuse. “Thank the gods,” he whispered, rubbing his wrists where the ropes had dug into his skin. “I thought I would never escape this nightmare.” He turned to his saviors, gratitude shining in his eyes. “My name is Ethan Kryvil, an artisan specializing in iron bark. You… you’ve saved my life. I don’t know how to repay you, but I will forever be in your debt.”
Chandra, moving with quiet purpose, entered another tent where the bloodied armor sets were stored. Her unique abilities allowed her to taste the traces of blood on the armors, and the knowledge she gained from this dark practice was invaluable. As she licked the blood, fragments of information began to surface in her mind. The blood carried the title [Salamander Brigade], a clear indicator of the elite military force these men had once belonged to. Alongside that title were the more common ones—[Human] and [Beastkin]. Yet, something else lingered in the bloodstains—patches of blood with no title at all, but instead, a powerful residue of mana. It was unlike anything Chandra had ever tasted before, potent and raw, its nature foreign and mysterious.
As Flare searched the bodies, she came across the Captain Bandit’s corpse, and there, tucked away in his belt, was a heavy coin pouch. Upon inspecting its contents, she found a mix of copper and silver Rykes—enough to keep the group, or themselves, supplied for some time.
With the camp now thoroughly looted, the group began the arduous task of hauling their gains—the loot, the remaining bound bandits, and the heavy strongbox—into the caravan wagon that still waited on the main road. The strongbox, with its intricate golden scale and feather symbol, weighed down the group, but with Ethan’s help, they managed to load everything aboard. The elven artisan, now freed, offered his strength and skills, grateful for the rescue.
The forest around them, once alive with the sounds of combat, was now eerily quiet as the group prepared for their departure. The chilly wind that had blown through the camp earlier now a memory.
With everything set and their cargo secured, the question now arose: What would they do next? They had the strongbox, the captured bandits, and the cryptic map in hand. The road back to Ryken stretched before them, but the path ahead was uncertain.
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