Fantasy Saga von Gaia: Dungeon Quest

[Goddess]

Piras placed her hands on her hips as she watched them run around. As of now it was pretty boring, nothing was moving yet which made her feel a little anxious. Piras supposed that during this time it'd be great to get to know the new comers. If they were to fight and live alongside one another, it'd be best to get to know the person. Turning her head from left to right she spotted the man who had just introduced himself. Sol was it. Piras crossed her arms confused on how to approach. Before it was just to introduce herself but now she had to invoke small talk. She couldn't get into a brawl with him, he wasn't her pet, and she couldn't ramble on about the places she' s seen, she'd probably come off to talkative. Sighing she walked over toward the male , kneeling down as she placed her hands on her knees. Tilting her head to the side her red, orange like hair fell over her shoulders. Piras blinked several of times before she watched the center of the mans forehead.


A bulb flashed over her head as she had gotten an idea. Standing back up she sat back down crossing her legs. Sitting straight up she placed her hands in front of her cupping her hands with her palms up. Slightly she spread each finger apart 1 inch to allow air to flow through. Breathing in a small spark appeared in the center. Every time she inhaled the spark would disperse and with every exhale it would spark into a flame. This was Pira's way of meditating.


@Cressy

 

[AshenLily]

Sylista watched the man with the wrapped face speak, with some amount of awe. She watched as the man produced what she imagined was a sidewinder steak, wrapped in a greasy cloth, and held it out, as if he were waiting for someone to take it from him.


Sylista ventured a quick glance around at the others in the group, to see if anyone else was planning on taking it. A newcomer took some, but there still appeared to be plenty left. Sylista slowly moved in the direction of the man holding the sidewinder, and offered a slight wave, accompanied by a sheepish grin. Only recently had she remembered just how hungry she actually was, and her mouth watered at the pleasant smell produced by the grease-soaked cloth. Though she had yet to actually meet the man as of yet, he had said anyone, right?


As she worked her way toward him, her grin became even wider, the hope that she would soon be getting some food now the most prevalent thought in her mind. Upon reaching the man, she stopped, and awkwardly scratched her head, as she stuck out her hand to accept the meat. The gesture likely seemed rude, but Sylista was too intent on the sidewinder to notice at this point.


Finally realizing that an introduction may be helpful in obtaining the steak, she began to speak, her dry throat cracking with the somewhat unfamiliar action. "Uh--" she burst into a small fit of coughing, as her throat adjusted. After a few moments, she was able to continue. "Hey. Umm-- I'm-- My name is-- Uh.. Sylista. Sylista Felbreeze." She paused for a few moments, unsure of what else to say. She'd never been particularly good at asking others for things, which may have played a part in her becoming an expert "borrower-with-no-intent-of-return" (not a thief) as she liked to call it.


Shifting slightly, Sylista continued. "Can I... umm... can I have that?" She awkwardly stuck her finger out toward the sidewinder, and awaited the man's response.


@The Out Of World

 

[Croissant]

Sol

Sol remained silent, deep in his own thoughts, but his meditation wasn't exactly going so well. He could never keep his mind blank like before, instead he goes into a brainstorming like state, where his mind can't seem to rest. He felt someone in front of him so he opened one eye to see the same girl from before. He raised his brow as she breathed in and out into her palms. A spark igniting and fading as she exhaled and inhaled, both the same cycle. Sol remained quiet for the next few minutes, his eyes had closed again and he felt rather uninterested with the girl's trick, but he felt compelled to try and talk about it, mostly because he wished to master his own odd flame. Sol wasn't usually the one to approach the person, but he sighed and sat up straight, looking down at the girl as she meditated.


"That's a... neat trick."

Sol wasn't exactly the best person to start small talk, he usually didn't talk to people unless approached as mentioned before. But if he sees that he might get something from it, something that will benefit him. Then he will most likely try to act on his own account when it comes to it. He looked at the girl's palms as she did this, and observed it very casually. He didn't really care what it looked like, he just wondered how he could use it to his advantage, with a little more control. He was able to use it to his advantage before, but it burnt and blew up several things and almost fried people alive. Delicate control on things like this would be great, but he didn't want to say much about himself to this stranger, nor expose himself.

@Goddess
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[Goddess]

"Trick?" Piras opened up her eyes as she stared directly at Sol, her eyes burning with fury as she felt offended. "I may do tricks to entertain though when meditating there are no tricks, nor when it comes to slaying down my enemy." Usually Piras would have gotten up from such a statement, but she felt that this man lacked something and that was probably why he assumed such folly things. Of course Piras couldn't be that mad for she lacked something else, but it was not in power. "Give me your hands." Piras said with slight anger, though without his consent she had already taken them. Flipping them over to where his palms would face the sky she curled his fingers a little and made him cup them. "Trick's are amusing but meditating is serious. If you meditate without the proper stance you'll loose control of your ability...and assuming from touching these hands and curiosity you wield flames as well." Piras gave him a small smile, but it soon turned toward a plain face as she knew she had to lecture this man. "The spark you see in the middle of my palm is my concentration not a magic show. My hands that are cupped and surrounding my concentration is a medium of my mind "another version" if you want to put it simply. In order to keep my flame under control I must assume this position and breath in and out. The better I get the bigger my flame grows. Now this is also the safest way to meditate. If one were to disrupt your concentration normally, your fire would lash out and hurt them. With this if one where to disrupt you , you would bring in both cupped hands together, creating a cage on your fire. That way if there enemy you can easily release your fire and if they are not you won't hurt anyone."


Piras nodded her head as she released his hands and placed them back in her lap. "I myself one time thought what that woman showed me was a magic trick, but as I learned more from her , I saw how much it wasn't and really didn't need any explanation. I fear that you have very little grasp on your abilities , if you need assistance I am here." The elf flipped her ears as she gave Sol a warm smile. In the back of her mind she felt as though she worded a few things wrong and that it would come off of as a know it all or one who thinks highly of oneself. Sighing a little she looked away from to see if he would accept this passionate elf's help.


@Cressy

 

[Croissant]

Sol

Sol opened his left eye as she made her loud scandal, he remained silent and listened. As she grabbed his hands he didn't really plan on protesting, although his hands were rough and you could sense the things he has endured simply by the callous's and scars on them. He listened, only one eye partially opened, giving the impression he wasn't interested, but he was all ears. He didn't quite understand it at first, he wasn't the type of person to be taught, he more or less fought his way through problems (Literally) Meditation was more of a way of keeping his sanity more than improving himself. When he fights he fights with nothing really holding him back from dying, which is what brought him so many victories in the arena. You can't fear death if you already assume you're dead, the moment you step in. As he is now, he is merely a shell of his former self, until he reaches his goal. Although this girl was of a fiery nature, he also didn't sense any type of malicious intent from her. She seemed... genuine, Maybe she truly did want to help him. Sol sighed when she finally finished.


"I've never taken meditation as a medium to improve myself. It is more of one to control myself, to restrain unwanted actions or memories. To plan and process things. The meaning of meditation died a long ago for me.... I wasn't exactly mocking or looking down upon your action as a mere "trick" it simply was the word that seemed to escape my mouth at the moment."


He coughed and then sat up straight, looking at the girl.


"To compare it to a magic show would be a mistake. Maybe it was my lack of skill in the area of magic that did not allow me to understand what you were doing. You said you sensed that I was a user of flames as well... They're a bit different... they don't seem exactly... traditional."

He sighed and sat back again.


"Your help would be appreciated."

He nodded and gave her a small smile, he sighed, now not in the mood to meditate anymore so he just sat there quietly.
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[Sen Pai]

The group had gotten off task as Gordon hurried around, making sure everything was prepared and that the travelers had everything they needed. It was obvious that the group had their weapons to fight and they were all provided with water so that they didn’t shrivel up like a raisin under the scorching heat of the desert sun. But, as the giant man broke a sweat while he threw things in a pile for the travelers to bring, Kharnal had a different plan.


Approaching the group that was to help him and his men take down the bandits to the north of them, Kharnal glanced over at a short man, a dwarf. “With a group this big and fancy, the bandits would be tempted beyond belief to attack us.” With an expression that killed the joking meaning in Kharnal’s words, the Undead man nodded at Halstein and said, “We will need as much help as we can get. Remember that our men, a group bigger than the group we have here, were defeated and robbed.”


With that being said, Roland got up from resting in the shade of the tent. He still hadn’t gotten used to the heat of the desert. Marching confidently up to the rest of the group, Roland grinned and folded his arms over his chest. “Well, what are we waiting for then?” Having completely ignored Gordon’s work of genuine concern, Roland turned to look at Kharnal with a huge smirk on his face. “Ready when you are, cap’n.”


Time Skip to Bandit Confrontation

Crouching down on his haunches, Kharnal stared blankly with dull yellow eyes at the multiple beige tents of one of the many infamous bandit camps of the Goddess Desert. Silently gesturing at the large quantity of bandits that were scattered in large groups around the camp, Kharnal turned to look at the group of people who had volunteered to help get rid of the boulder in the middle of the road. Taking his hand off of the hilt of his sword, the Undead man’s voice was low and quiet as he relayed the plan to the group.


“I have no plan whatsoever.” Kharnal stated with a completely straight face, the same face that he always has. Staring straight at the group, the Undead man waited for their reaction but knew that his joke wasn’t funny at all. “I’m kidding.” Slowly turning back around and pointing with two fingers at the destinations that had the most bandits, Kharnal muttered to the group. “We will simply walk in there with no stealth whatsoever.”


Roland sent a weird look towards Kharnal. “What? What do you mean by that?” With disbelief ridden in his voice, Roland frowned and turned his gaze towards the bandit camp, wondering if he had missed something that everyone else saw that made this plan make complete sense.


“You are all confident in your abilities, correct?” Kharnal said, getting up and preparing to reveal himself to the bandits. “Then we shall have the bandits come to us. They’re not going to send all of their men at once after all.” The Undead man’s plan made some sense but under normal circumstances, it was unlikely to work properly. Then again, this was an extraordinary group. They could handle extraordinary circumstances.


When the bandits laid their eyes on rich looking travelers, they began to walk towards them, trying to intimidate the group with their confident strut. They were all dressed in black, covering their faces and bodies to protect themselves from both the sun and recognition. They drew their swords, curved at the tip and sharp enough to pierce skin. They charged towards the group with speed and form.


@The Out Of World @.::ZaiKai::. @Lucem Tenebris @catplan3t @Cressy @AshenLily @Hanzax

 

[Goddess]

Piras rose as she saw Roland on the move. "Whoever said meditation is used for getting better." Piras gave Sol a fiery gaze. "I used mediation to keep myself stable, without it my abilities will lash out, or at least the control I have at the moment will be useless. Don't worry though, I no longer hold any ill feeling toward your comment, it has burned away. " Piras began to walk away waving to him. "My help is here if you need it." Piras began a jog up toward Roland and the others. It was time to fight back and finally to continue their long journey. Piras knew that some point in time she would run into her siblings and at that time things would change. For now she locked that thought away as she heard the plan of action while watching the others work. Agreeing with such courageous moves she was the first to throw a fist in the air and agree.


Before they began their assault , Piras distanced herself from the group. Grabbing hold of her staff she placed it in front of her, shaking it once to awaken the spark within the small cage. Breathing in an out she counted to three over and over again, their charge hitting on the number three. "The creators granted me with a burning will. Smite the evil and ignite my flames." A chant for Piras wasn't necessary but to her she felt as though it was a thank you prayer for the creators and if by chance they were listening they would be able to hear it. Smiling a little a flame had sparked in front of one of the bandits. Its clothing catching on fire and burning the bandit alive. Piras then shoved the staff into the ground , the Lamp of Life now standing upright, its flames spreading outward through the small holes. Lifting up her right hand she made her index and middle finger into a gun, lifting her thumb she aimed it toward yet another bandit. Lowering her thumb and pulling her hand back the bandit burst into flames. "Bang"


Piras smirked as she began to fire off toward a few who ran in groups of threes and the ones who snuck off toward the sides.

 

[ZaiKai]

Leon frowns as he listens to the Undead man.


“I have no plan whatsoever.”


Leon cringes. Surely he's kidding. He's kidding, right? Of course he's kidding. He wouldn't take them here, show them the bandits, and say "I have no plan" and mean it. Surely. Right? Yes, of course. But what if he isn't kiddi-


“I’m kidding.”


Leon breathes a sigh of relief. He's been through too much for this to end in a simple, mindless maneuver. One false step, and their entire expedition could be over before they even start. It would really not be very good if they set out, away from home, away from everything, in order to scour the Dungeons in order to unlock their secrets, only to be thwarted by... by measly desert bandits! The thought is unbearable. However, his relief wouldn't last long.


“You are all confident in your abilities, correct? We will simply walk in there with no stealth whatsoever."


What a load of dung! Leon thinks. He opens his mouth to voice the thought, but his throat is dry, and nothing comes out. He glances down at his canteen, but figures he should save the water. But lord is he angry! They can't just walk in there without any stealth whatsoever! That would be suicide! They would die, the caravan would die, and everybody else would die because they failed to clear out the monsters in the Dungeons. Does this Kharnal, this Undead, this idiot realize he's letting down everybody in Arad? Just goes to show: You can't trust anybody who's cheated Death.


“What? What do you mean by that?” asked Roland.


Leon nods repeatedly to himself. Yes, yes, Roland agrees. He knew Roland would see it his way. They're on the exact same wavelength, the two of them. He smiles at the words of his taller, cooler friend. Well, probably not cooler. Not literally, anyways. Then, Leon frowns. Roland probably wasn't on his wavelength. He had asked for further elaboration, not a reality check. Leon resists the urge to hit himself over the head. Never make assumptions.


“You are all confident in your abilities, correct?” It was Kharnal again.


Leon nods. He had not too long ago thought the same thing - That he was able, that his friends were able. He couldn't deny that Kharnal spoke the truth. However, walking in like a few mistresses ready for a picnic would solve nothing. Especially since they didn't have a basket. Or food. You can't have a picnic without food.


“Then we shall have the bandits come to us. They’re not going to send all of their men at once after all.”


Leon begins shaking his head furiously, getting ready to scream as Kharnal goes out into the bandits. He licks his lips furiously, and then pops the top off his canteen, taking a swig and not managing to swallow before screaming at Kharnal.


"NO! You imbecile! What sort of bird-brained plan is that, just waltzing in with no cover?! It's like you're trying to get us killed, the like of it! I can't believe you're even still alive - Oh, WAIT. Sorry. You're not. And I'd suspect it's from the bird-brained nature you have, getting us all killed, assuming your enemies' strategies. You're letting down all of Arad-"


He stops. He had followed Kharnal out into the open. Smooth move, Leon, he thinks to himself. He watches as the bandits draw their curved sabers, listening to the scrape of metal on leather. This isn't a chat over a cup of tea anymore. This is the heat of battle. Get it? Heat? No, I didn't think you would.


Leon frowns. He puts his anger at Kharnal to the back of his mind, channeling it into power and energy for use in the upcoming battle against the desert bandits. Maybe they could be called the ... Black Hat Group? Yeah. No ... That name needs work. What a horrible choice of color, black in the desert, it'll only attract more hea-- FOCUS, LEON. He draws his short sword, looking at the situation. Their side had, uh ... Probably around ten people. Maybe less. The bandits looked to have significantly larger numbers. Not good odds, but then again, you can't really ask for much when it comes to battle. Their team, wait. We need a name. Let's refer to our team as ... The Arad Knights. Yeah. Sounds great. I'll have to tell Roland that name later. The Arad Knights aren't mounted, but neither is the Black Hat Group. Maybe this battle wouldn't be too bad, as long as Kharnal's assumption was correct.


And Leon really hates relying on assumptions.

 

[AshenLily]

Sylista Felbreeze

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“You are all confident in your abilities, correct? Then we shall have the bandits come to us. They’re not going to send all of their men at once after all.”


Sylista was confident in her ability with a bow. Against stationary targets. That weren't people. Come to think of it, had she ever actually shot someone? Oh, Gods, this was bound to be interesting-- her thoughts were cut short as the man stood, and the bandits began charging.


"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU? ARE YOU SIMPLE?" The words left her mouth before Sylista had any chance to filter them, and in retrospect, she realized they'd actually been rather rude, and unladylike. She quickly stood, fumbling with the bow she wore slung over her shoulder. After a few moments, she managed to get an arrow nocked, and pulled her drawstring back, taking aim, and quickly releasing the arrow.


Pfffffffft.


The arrow sliced through the air-- and stuck solidly in the ground.


Oh, dear. Sylista sighed softly, seeing as the arrow sailed past her target, missing by a few feet. The man realized the shot had been directed at him, and laughed, a noise which could only be faintly heard, as it was muffled by the body-length black clothing he wore. Drawing another arrow, Sylista knocked it, this time, her eyes narrowing to a small slit, as she focused intently on the man with the mocking laughter. She held her aim for a few moments, breathing evenly, and eventually exhaling deeply. As the last of the breath left her lungs, she released, and her second arrow whizzed through the air.


Pfffffffffft. Thunk.





Sylista squealed in excitement. Her arrow had been directed right at the man's heart. It had landed approximately two feet up, and a bit to the left, instead, sinking deep into his eye socket, but that was irrelevant, right? She'd hit someone, after all, and was fairly certain that was all that mattered. The man howled in agony, dropping to his knees, and falling face down in the dirt. He was dead.


"Did you see that?! Direct hit!" The words weren't directed at anyone in particular, and Sylista omitted the part about her aiming for the man's heart. Details, details. Suddenly realizing that there were still many more bandits charging toward the group, she nocked another arrow, and let it fly, this time sinking directly into a man's... foot. "Huh... I'm a bit rusty. I guess I need to brush up on my aim." The group of men ahead appeared to be almost endless, as she nocked yet another arrow, and released. Realizing she didn't have the luxury to celebrate each time she hit someone, she began to fire quicker, deciding any hit was worth the time it took to ready another arrow. The thinner the forces were when they reached the group, the easier the fight would be.

 

[Croissant]

Sol

Sol didn't really wish to start an argument with the girl, especially since she seemed rather hot headed, he could most likely take her on in physical combat, she was far more skilled when it came to magic but when close up and personal he could easily chop a limb or two off. He kept his cold, dead stare on her, scanning her up and down as she finished her statement and walked away from him. He continued to stare at her as she walked away, he wasn't really acting perverse (although it looked that way) he was examining her, and how he would pair in a fight against her, physically. Just in case the moment came where he would need to fight against her, he would know how to counter her physically at least.


But damn. She was a fine woman.


Sol stood, his traditional desert robes falling down to his ankles and giving him a sort of quiet but transcendent presence, he was one of the last to walk up the the group, whom talked about the strategy against the bandit's. He didn't really listen for the most part, but he knew what they were trying to accomplish, he would try to win their trust and respect by fighting and killing their enemy. Just like he always has. Suddenly his presence was more ominous, darker, tainted with killing intent. His eyes drooped and seemed to give off a cold, dead stare towards the world. It almost seemed like his eyes were the most off putting thing, they might have been the reason why he survived for so long, it felt as if he could turn you to stone if you stared at them too long.


His feet at first dragged in the sand at first, he pulled his large red scimitar, a lethal looking blade which had obviously had its own fair share of fights from the looks of it. As the first bandit approached him with a short sword he canceled the man's swing by chopping most of his right fore-arm off. The man shrieked and Sol swiftly pulled out a dagger and stabbed the long slim blade into the man's arm pit, blood gushing as the man's artery was severed, the man's eyes widened and he fell to his knees, going into hypovolemic shock at the sheer amount of loss of blood. Finally Sol stabbed the man in the neck with the dagger and swiftly pulled it out, the man's limp body falling on the ground. He sighed, that one took too long. He would have to kill them a bit more swiftly, as two more quickly made their way towards him. One seemed hesitant while the other charged straight at him with a large ax and a shield. His opponent was slow, which was an advantage too Sol, as the man's arm came up to swing at Sol in a downward slash, Sol took his scimitar and lobbed the man's right arm off very crudely, a large shower of blood erupted from his now cut in half bicep and a scream which was quickly cut off by Sol's blade cutting a third of the man's face off.


He kicked the dead body to the floor and then looked at the other hesitant bandit, whom began running. Sol picked up the companion's large ax and with both hand hands began spinning and swinging it very fast, he then released it and it spun straight toward's the cowardly man's back, the ax impaled him with a loud shriek coming from his mouth before his body fell on the floor, a few seconds after dead as the large blade accurately cut off more than half of his torso. Sol picked his own weapons up again, as the chaos seemed to continue he kited around the bandits as he backed away a bit. He would preferably take them out one by one for the most part. He got back with the group and noticed a girl shooting at her opponents with a bow and arrow. She seemed rusty but she was doing her part in eliminating the enemies, he still has the same dead stare on his face and didn't look at her eyes, he simply walked next to her and said. With blood all over him.


"Nice shooting."




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@AshenLily


@Goddess

 

[ZaiKai]

Leon nods to himself as he looks at the two opposing groups. Against them are over a score of bandits, of slightly varying equipment. There are enough of them to take on these stupid bandits. He readjusts his grip on his short sword in his left hand. He decides to watch for a moment before attacking, to prepare his mind to react quickly. Taking a step back, he watches as the bandits advance. An arrow from somewhere near him lands in the sand next to a bandit, and then another arrow follows shortly after, hitting the man through the eye.


Serves that dastard right, he thinks to himself. Arrows continued to fly from someone's bow. Leon looks around, and spots the female archer shooting down the enemy forces. He gives her a thumbs-up, not sure if she even sees it, and then looks back at the bandits, where another man, the short guy named Sol, was swinging a red scimitar into their ranks. The odds are obviously in their favor, even if that Kharnal idiot was a bit off on starting the fight. Then, he figures he should jump in himself.


If he had a shield, this would be easier, but he doesn't, so it won't. His sword, being a baselard - of the "long knife" variety - couldn't easily block or parry the bandits' sabers and axes. He'd have to rely mostly on dodging, if he doesn't want his sword to be shredded to pieces. He strafes left through the others in the company, and then approaches a bandit at a diagonal. Cutting for the bandit's neck, Leon's sword is blocked by a curved saber. He retreats a pace, his sword in a defensive position covering his heart and stomach just in case. The bandit, clothed in black, makes to swing for Leon's neck. He goes to block it, but realizes too late the bandit was faking him out. He stumbles back slightly as the saber delivers a shallow cut to the ribs. Leon then steps forward, daring the bandit to attack.


The bandit assassin lunges forward, slashing down for Leon's chest with the bloodstained saber. Leon takes a chance, catching the saber blade on the guard of his baselard. He struggles against the bandit's strength, eventually pushing the bandit's arm up and out of the way. Leon releases his push, hits the saber again to knock it back, and delivers a lunging stab through the bandit.


He smiles in satisfaction as the bandit falls. He looks around. There are still quite a few bandits left, and he's only killed one. Maybe he shouldn't be smiling yet.

 

[Sen Pai]

The battle was harsh and tiring on the heroes (including Kharnal). Littered with cuts, bruises, and wounds, the travelling heroes stood, surrounded by limp bodies that lay on the desert ground. Not all of them were dead, many unconscious, others simply didn’t want to move. There were those that were injured and cried out in pain, vultures circling above their bodies. However, the brown haired man only glanced around a few times before he followed Kharnal into the enemy camp.


“We’ll simply slice his head off,” Kharnal explained his plan to the group, well, Gordon’s plan. The giant usually relied on negotiation but he’s seen what happens to caravans that try to negotiate with bandits. It wasn’t pretty. “Without a leader, the bandits either disband or pick a new one.” The Undead lifted the fabric of a tent and peered inside, finding it void of life except for an expensive looking bird kept inside a golden cage.


Roland raised an eyebrow at the Undead’s words. “If they pick a new leader, they’ll still be in our way.” As Kharnal walked into the tent and released the pretty bird, Roland frowned, wiped the sweat off his brow before folding his arms. “Then all of our work will be for nothing.” Roland muttered softly, still a little out of breath from knocking bandits out with his group.


Kharnal seemed to snort at Roland’s comment but he didn’t turn around and walked right passed the people, peering into tent after tent. “Did you see the damage you did?” The question was rhetorical but Roland’s lips pursed. Kharnal finally stopped his tent searching and turned to look at Roland and the group. “I think our leader ran off.” With those words, a sword sliced Kharnal’s head off clean.


Roland’s eyes widened as he watched Kharnal’s body fall to the ground and reveal a shaggy looking bandit with straight black hair. A black fur sash covered the bandit’s upper torso and his muscular arms were bare, tanned by the blazing desert sun. If one saw the bandit from a far, they would have thought he was just a part of the first or second wave of attackers. However, the closer you were to him, the closer you could tell that the group had indeed found their leader.

 

[Croissant]

((I didn't even get a notification.))

Sol

Sol walked slowly across the battlefield, the battle wasn't exactly a very hard one, it was rather one sided to say the least. He was covered in blood that was quickly drying up, he went around, silently finishing off any survivors and closing their eyelids. He then looked back to Roland and others of the group, he covered the sun with his hand as it had started shining in his eyes, he then saw a bird be released from a cage and fly into the sky. He thought it was a waste to let such a creature free like that when it could be consumed easily, of course he didn't want to attempt to kill it, he didn't have a bow with him, if he did, it wouldn't be a very happy ending for the bird. As he watched it fly away he started thinking of how simple it is for animals to be considered free, but how easily their freedom can be taken, their freedom truly is at the mercy of us humans. Whom imprison each other, and also kill themselves and each other without hesitation.


He turned his head back towards the tents to see a pool of blood near Roland, and a body collapsed at his feet, it seems the fight wasn't over as one bandit was still alive, it was foolish to assume the battle had ended so quickly. He started running over to Roland, scimitar in hand, but he stops as he sees a larger wave of bandits headed this way, all looking much stronger than the ones they just fought. Sol could feel the bloodthirsty nature, and killing intent coming off of the second wave of bandits, Sol was briefly reminded of the arena, his days as a gladiator, he stopped and shook his head, he needed to stay focused. He would aide Roland first, he didn't exactly care but he needed to carriages leader alive to keep things moving, he needed to get away from the authorities and Roland was the man who would lead them away from the cities and to the dungeon.


Sol ran towards Roland, and finally realized that this wouldn't be just another small wave of goons, this was the Bandit's full force headed towards them as well as their leader.
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