Well, In the year 333, it was made known to Quesa Necrowings (the Walled Hide of Silkiness), that a whole day's trek from the Westernmost town in her Country, in the WaywardBlossoms foothills, there were two fearsome bandit camps. The peasants of Rumoredoat chided her, convinced she was a fool to go so far beyond the safety of civilization.
Just before dawn, Quesa set out for the foothills, at her fastest pace. Though she was fast and strong, she was weighed down heavily by her bronze armor, and in the heat of the day she was only halfway to the dark hills on the horizon. At this half-day point was a river-crossing. The near shore of the river was the farthest any civilized soul had come, since to go farther was to be certain to be caught out at night. If any had done so, none had returned.
After Quesa had crossed the point of no-return, a horrible voice bellowed out a challenge. This was Troll country! An attack at midday, no less. Of course Quesa prevailed. Onward!
A whole day out, Quesa reached the first encampment just as night began to fall. Concealing herself well, Quesa slunk around just outside first bandit camp, stealthily keeping close enough to the half dozen souls therein that the bogeymen stayed away from her as well. At morning's light, she moved on to the higher camp, leaving the first undisturbed. After a pitched battle at the second camp, the warlord killed, Quesa was forced to flee from an archer (the last bandit left alive). Returning to the first camp exhausted and wounded, she knew she could not stay hidden another night, but also could not make it back to familiar territory.
Coming over the last ridge to the camp, Quesa saw a curious sight, at least a dozen camels basking in the afternoon sun. A surge of energy went through her as a daring plan formed. Revealing herself with a cry she dashed towards them, running back and forth with the last of her strength, herding them straight towards the first bandit camp. All within were trampled, killed without Quesa even having to draw her swordwhip.
Three days after she had left, Quesa Necrowings returned, staggering back into town, bogeymen on her heels. Due credit for those bandits deaths was given her and she (hopefully) goes on to have an illustrious career.
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