This is Rated [M] for Adult content including: language, violence, potential gore, possible drugs, and good times that you may want to look away from.
'clink..clink..clink..clink'
Coins were sounding out softly in their own song as a man counted them out, dropping them from hand to join their coin brethren back in the velvet red pouch. Once carried at the side of a Lord whom was their previous master. The pouch was taken by surprise from a seemingly pour and feeble man begging at the side of the road. In perfect timing with a distraction of a dead snake suddenly appearing at the road to spook and startle the horses of the riding party.
"Heh, Little John was good at finding such innocent means to provide the ideal opportunity for such tasks." Robin Hood thought to himself from where he was sitting on a log around the campfire.
Time was all he had really now a days. Word by travelers had been sent out in that early spring for others to join him here in Sherwood Forest. A few have came by then, a few others he had recruited himself by means of a duel or seeing them in action. But even now they were no more than six men who least have built suitable housing for them and others expected hopefully. To come to their well secluded small claim on the forest itself. Living off the land...oh it had it's hardships sure. Least the villagers of Nottingham were kind enough to absentmindedly leave a basket of cheeses and fruits in hidden locations just off the road that went through. Such was also ideal means of sending and receiving messages with the aid for that Friar Tuck. Good man, though he did love his honey wine..mead they called it up north. But with it all, the best part was knowing that the Sheriff was always looking for him when ever he got the chance with his men. To leave even more frustrated than when he started.
It was early summer now, three months passing by and three months time to make sure all was ready and set up for their survival. "Little John" Hood would call out while standing up to tie the bag to his belt at the hip. The muscular tower of a man would come from around the corner holding in each hand the reins of two horses. "Time to pay the Friar a visit then?" John would say with a smile on his face, having anticipated Hood's intentions. Leading the horses towards the campfire while one other man on horseback trotted up to join them. "Good man John, yes, something tells me he would know exactly what to do with these poor lost coins." Tapping the side of the large velvet bag at his hip before taking the reins of one horse. Mounting up in one fluid swing of the leg where from the saddle bag, would come out a dark green hooded cloak to disguise his appearance. The other two men having put on the same cloak, exchanged grins to one another before riding out to pay a visit to the village town of Nottingham.
"Come one and all who know better than the Law. For the hooded man of the forest seeks to join hands. Away from crown and injustice shall it be, when few become many for the same cause..."
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