Warren sat in his hidden tree fort. Laying on a large limb, in wait for the rest. A stone circle was a mark for the Meeting area. Tonight was the night. In a week, he was heading to the so called town, Greenholm. Puck was cuddled up tightly in Warren's cloak pocket and was falling asleep. Inside Warren's head, he was counting the ticks and tock's. At the 59's tock, he slowed his breathing and listened. His hand grasping his knife. Any minute now. They should be here any minute now...
Open Chronicles The secret mercenary organization. 017
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Rou Stonewall had been on the road for a couple of days. Eventually she got to the stone circle she was told to meet at. She dismounted her horse and scratched the mares nose. Rou removed the hood of her cloak revealing her curly, raven black hair and elven ears with a predominant,healed slice on the left one. Beneath her cloak was her bow and arrow slung across her back. She looked around for a sign that others were nearby.
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Mute, unfortunately, didn't have the luxury of a horse to carry him and had made his way with a combination of on foot and hitching a ride on the back of generous travelers carts. When he arrived, he was relieved to see that he wasn't alone. The lovely elven woman who had assisted him during the big drug heist was there also. A very competent young lady with a bow. It was good to see a familiar face in an unsettling situation. He gave the woman a curt, respectful nod in recognition. At least he wouldn't have to explain to the woman why he wasn't in the mood for conversation. Urchin had cleared all that up already.
While he did relax a little to see a familiar face, he still kept his hands close to the hilts of his twin curved blades, ready to draw them at a moment's notice. You never knew who you could trust in a situation like this. Best to keep your guard up constantly, just in case.
While he did relax a little to see a familiar face, he still kept his hands close to the hilts of his twin curved blades, ready to draw them at a moment's notice. You never knew who you could trust in a situation like this. Best to keep your guard up constantly, just in case.
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"Hey mute," Rou gave him a smile and a wink. She had her dagger in hand just in case. Rou motioned for mute to come closer, if this was some kind of set up the pair would atleast be close enough to watch each others backs. Rous mare began grazing but stopped and looked around, ears twitching, hearing something in the trees above them. Rou, knowing her horse, then signed for Mute that something or someone was in the trees surrounding them.
She dropped her coat to the ground, put the dagger into a leather arm piece she had made just for it and drew her bow, arrow ready to be fired.
She dropped her coat to the ground, put the dagger into a leather arm piece she had made just for it and drew her bow, arrow ready to be fired.