The chiefs. We're here for revenge, we'll deal with heroism later.
You stand over the bandit chef and slow you raise your axe for the kill.
Slamming the mighty blade down, the loud crack of splintering wood echoes and your blood runs cold.
You glance around the darkness looking for the ambushers that are surely moments away from you.
You are almost relived to see the chief crawl out from under his cloak, mouth a gasp in pain.
Wasteing no time you strike, hacking open his ribs with repeated savage blows.
"Die! Die knees like the dog you!" you shout exuberantly.
A woman leaps up from her sleep, wielding a long knife in each hand.
Screaming a warcry, she runs towards you slashing wildly with here knifes.
You parry one blade and she cuts you forearm open with the other.
By now she's so close that you can smell the stink of her breath.
You sweep her leg, knocking her to the ground, before delivering coup de grace to there head.
By now the rest of the bandits are up on there feet with blades drawn.
Wary you and your bloody axe they stand on the other side of fire.
"She just a woman! Slay the wore!" shouts a large beaded man.
A crossbow bolt flashes from the darkness and sinks into the bearded man's shoulder.
The bandits waver now that you are clearly not alone.
"Come on! fight me! you cowards!" you shout back at them as Shyshel steps in to the light beside you.
They come slowly now, unwilling to face the god this day.
A pair steps forwards, two men one with a shield and large dagger, the other behind him with a long spear.
Shyshel fire her crossbow again to no effect at the bolt -thunk- in to the shield.
The spear man trusts and you jumps back to narrow avoid impalement.
With a shout, Shyshel leaps at the first man, the suddenness of her attack takes the man by surprise and her boot shatters shield, and knocks him to ground.
You waste no time grabbing the spear shaft and hacking it in half, the man turns flee like coward he is before you split him from crown collar bone.
As the man falls you turn to Shyshel, both her and the raider are grappling desperately, the man lays on top trying to force the blade down as Shyshel wildly claws at his face with her free hand.
You pull the man off her, holding his knife arm back in your powerful grasp as Shyshel plunges her own into his chest.
You turn to find that the sight of you towering over the mangled trio, with blood spattered axe in hand is enough for remaining bandits to take flight.
As you come down from the adrenalin high of combat, you start to feel as your injures start to hurt.
You scavenge the bodys of the dead and collect find coin and goods you find.
A) Free the prisoner and return to town in order to collect the bounty's on the bandits.
B) Continue on the path of the bandits, north and sell the prisoners as slaves
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Name : Bekir.
Birth SignThe bear.
Description : Tall and strong even towering over most men, tangled brown hair pulled into a ponytail, amber eyes. She has always protected those weaker than her.
Gender:Female(although she is often mistaken for a man).
Inventory
Double Bitted Battle axe
Small bronze figurine of nude female with horns holding a large sword.
few coins
Name : Shyshel, Once Daughter of Maylara.
Description : She has a long plat of ungroomed ivory blond hair that hangs down to her ankles, and deep smouldering blue eyes.
Once she might of been considered attractive but now there's a large jagged scar that cuts across her left cheek and twists her lip.
Gender:Female.
InventoryCrossbow
Large stag handled hunting knife
Riding leathers
Hoof boots
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