Post by Grayell on Sept 8, 2011 16:39:25 GMT -5
The six men sat about their fire, surrounded by their caravans. Their horses were tied to a stand of trees. Their cargo was either asleep or restless, pacing and staring at their captors. The men sat telling crude jokes, swapping over-inflated stores of combat and shady dealings and sharing their short lists of who they wanted dead and why. They wreaked because they were smelly, unbathed types and because they drank, cheap liquor.
The wood were quiet this far out of Wistvale, though none of them were alarmed by the night. They were armed to the hilt and adept at killing more common folk. Each had blood on their hands and pockets stuffed with ill gotten gold.
Grayell had gotten the information of Zaedus and after being thoroughly pissed off by Captain Mikael, decided it was time to shut down their trade. He was far outside Wistvale, outside his jurisdiction - but justice knew no such boundaries. He couldn't stomach the mistreatment of animals for any reason and their trail of gambling and blood only served to stir his anger.
That aside, he'd come here with only one intention. He was going to stop them in the most finite way. He'd see to the animals, but he'd been denied his chance to fight. These men would suffice. No holds barred.
He stepped into the circle of light their fire gave off, hood drawn over his head. His sword was sheathed. His voice... was entirely removed from anything pleasant.
Found you. You have a choice. Be under arrest or resist. Don't think about it too long.
(Need a GM for this.)
The wood were quiet this far out of Wistvale, though none of them were alarmed by the night. They were armed to the hilt and adept at killing more common folk. Each had blood on their hands and pockets stuffed with ill gotten gold.
Grayell had gotten the information of Zaedus and after being thoroughly pissed off by Captain Mikael, decided it was time to shut down their trade. He was far outside Wistvale, outside his jurisdiction - but justice knew no such boundaries. He couldn't stomach the mistreatment of animals for any reason and their trail of gambling and blood only served to stir his anger.
That aside, he'd come here with only one intention. He was going to stop them in the most finite way. He'd see to the animals, but he'd been denied his chance to fight. These men would suffice. No holds barred.
He stepped into the circle of light their fire gave off, hood drawn over his head. His sword was sheathed. His voice... was entirely removed from anything pleasant.
Found you. You have a choice. Be under arrest or resist. Don't think about it too long.
(Need a GM for this.)