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    Mynx awoke with a start, hearing the sound of Tris and Adam yelling for everyone to wake. She grumbled, letting out a soft hiss as she threw back the fur and reached to shake Jamon. She stiffened, aware of his absence before her hand fell upon the empty space. She let out an angry huff, grabbing for her clothes and armor and hastily slipping into them before attaching her weapons. There was only one place he could have gotten off to, and with a narrowing of her eyes, she pulled back the tent's flap and stepped outside.

    The ocecat tilted her head upwards, unable to miss the strong coppery scent of blood. Already lives had been taken and she had yet to get started. 'Soon,' she thought as she detected an odd smell...one she associated with magic...and with a wrinkling of her nose, she squinted into the distance, seeing a flash that could only mean unknown mages were inside the camp. Such warfare was not practiced among her kind, and as such she had no way to defend herself against it. Ignoring the mystical threat, she lowered her head, searching out targets and drawing in on her ward instead.

    "Jamon," his name spoken under her breath with a snarl as she saw the Jezibel woman that was close to him, the boy on his way to the stream. It was as she expected. She locked in on the three men that were posed to attack, their sights on the prince. Going rigid, her muscles bunched as her instinct to attack the intruders kicked in. Her wounded pride changed that directive. She overrode the signal to protect and in a sinuous movement turned in the opposite direction, running for the perimeter and searching for a new set of targets.

    It didn't take her long to find her quarry. Her body low to the ground and concealed by the tall grasses, Mynx stalked two men that were circling the camp. She had picked up on their scents easily, the odor of their sour sweat familiar to her sensitive nares. She felt the ghost of their pressure upon her back, their fumbling hands against her wrists. She never should have let them walk away...should have followed them into the forest after Tris had spooked them and convinced them to drop their trousers. With a smirk, she closed in, remembering the sight of their shriveled manhoods as they scampered away like frightened deer.

    She stopped their steps with a growl, pushing through the natural cover easily as she charged forward. Claws extended she swept her hand towards their ankles, feeling the soft skin split like butter under her attack. The first man dropped, clutching his legs, and she tackled the second, her elbow catching his chin. She allowed them to regain their feet, watching them intently, her teeth exposed in a threat, waiting for them to recognize her. As soon as the spark of recollection was ignited, she sprung, hitting the larger statured man carrying a club solidly in the chest. She opened his skin with tooth and nail, driving her hunter's knife deep into his chest. With a twist she extracted her blade, leaning forward as he took his last breaths. "For bruised ribs," she snarled close to his ear, leaping from him to the ground.

    The remaining bandit held his sword before him, just the slightest tremor in his arms. In her current condition, the ocecat was fierce, not a predator to be trifled with. She had been caught off guard the previous day, worn out from her heavy burden and set upon by three men, one of which weighed the equivalent of her twice. The lucky strike of the club into her side had tilted the odds in their favor. Now, no such advantage existed, and the man knew he was in over his head. To his credit, he stood his ground, prepared to fight the feline to the death. His death.

    Mynx was growing tired of playing with her prey and as she drew her short sword to parry with his larger one, she let out a low growl. She ducked under his first swing, cutting into his shins as she rolled from him. Her roll brought her back to her feet, her axe appearing in her other hand in a flash of movement. Before he could turn to face her, she threw it, the head burying itself into his shoulder. He didn't have a chance to fall on his own, the cat pouncing on him as soon as her weapon hit its mark. She crouched upon his back, tearing his sword from his fingers as she pulled both of his arms behind him. She wrenched them upwards, smirking at the sound of his scream. Putting his hands together, she pushed hard against them, using his own weapon to pierce his palms then drive the blade through his body into the ground beneath. His death came soon after and with a bounding leap, Mynx dove back into the grass.

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    After the She-orc had fallen asleep, vel had taken another swig of her booze before gently setting it beside the sleeping women. Standing she picked up the pot and hefted her axe, glancing once more at Shel before she went once more about her rounds through the camp. Fortunately all was rather quite accept for the whispered talk among among guild members and the crackling of fire.

    As the embers died down, and folks started crawling into their tents to get some shut eye Vel glanced up at the sky to determine about what hour it might be. Adam would likely start their second shift soon which meant Yn and herself would be patrolling outside of the camp. She watched as Adam and su lin made their way into the camp and went their separate ways. Tris was still up fiddling with that lock box of his as Vel passed through the camp to the other side.

    By the time she was rounding to come back Adam was already coming to make sure she was ready for her next shift. Since she'd be with someone who had a voice Vel decided it be a good idea to drop the pan, so she carefully set it aside out of the way and shouldered her axe as she went to go meet Yn.

    Yn was not sure what to expect for the night, even as a large yawn rattled his body. While pulling a night shift wasn't uncommon for him, waking up was still a pain. He had gotten used to getting a full night's rest on the road. Now though, he was teamed up with the strong yet silent Vel. Jezi had informed him that the girl couldn't speak and it meant most normal conversation would involve geetures and hopeful guess work.

    The few people he did see carrying on talking with her had her responding with written word. It meant she could hear at least. His normal means of communication were shot then. Even with the moon he wouldn't be able to read most of what she wrote. So should he even try speaking and hoping she responded, or just go with pantomonk and see how that worked out.

    As he finally caught up with Vel he raised his hand and waved, using that as a chance to stretch. Now caught up with the woman he gave her a smile as he had decided upon what to do. Giving a moment to let the moon brighten he tapped his chest above his heart twice before point to her then the moon. Hopefully she would understand that he was asking how she was doing that night.

    Vel returned the wave with raised hand, a shy but open gesture of greeting from her. She would have returned the smile but he wouldn't see it so she simply faced ahead. the night was quite and the moon was fairly bright. She shifted her attention though when she saw Yn's movement and watched his gestures for a moment puzzled. was he trying to tell her something? She wasn't familier with the gesture and no one had tried to sign to her before. After a moments hesitation Vel hesitantly shrugged, almost seeming apologetic that she didn't understand him. Her book and quill would be no use, she'd be the only one who could really see the writing.

    “Well.. I feel like a right mule. Should have said something.” Yn spoke after she gave him a shrug. He had tried to talk with her without once giving her any context clues on it. He gave a sigh and refocused his thoughts.

    “I was trying to say how are you tonight. I know you speak by book, but now might be a bad time as I can't see that well.” Yn offered up with a smile.

    Ah, so that's what it was. She was still confused but vel smiled under her scarf, though he couldn't see it. She nodded in agreement that her written word would do them no good and thought for a moment on how to respond to his question. signing was not something she was overly familier with, and even if she was she didn't know if he would be. After a pause Vel shifted her axe to her other hand. Was there was good way to respond that she was well? Of all her time being a mute Vel had never really learned hand signals as she usually worked by herself or with Ash and they could both see in the dark. She gestured to herself and thought for a moment before finely just giving him a thumbs up. It wasn't much but it was the best she could come up with. She then gestured to him.

    “Okay. So we are getting somewhere.” Yn said with a smile. From her actions he could see she meant she was okay. He gave her a smile in return. She had at least tried, which was more than he could say. Giving it some better thought he looked around camp, and came up with an idea. If he wanted to make a form of communication, he would need to put actions with words. He was kinda glad then that no one would see him acting like an idiot when he did it.

    “How do you normally do patrols?” Yn asked. He moved his hands while speaking, taping his head to imply a question followed by moving his hands in a circle with two legs to denote walking. It would take some time to make a working language, unless he could learn sign language within the next minute or so.

    Vel cocked her head to the side and watched intently as he put actions to his words, it didn't take long for her to catch on to what he was trying to do. Vel thought for a moment before pausing by a tree and looking into the shadows for brief moment before she turned to Yn and rested her axe. Since she usually worked alone she could only say they were doing exactly what they should be. Vel gestured out into the dark woods before she pointed to her face, or rather her eyes and then her ears before making his circular patrolling motion pausing before giving the slightest shrug. after a moment she held up one finger and then slowly tapped herself trying to tell him that usually she was alone, and then made the same patrolling motion. After a moment she picked her axe back up and took a few steps before turning back to Yn.

    “Kinda unfair having you guard alone.” Yn spoke, hopefully giving the right answer. It only made the most sense from her actions. Looking again at the camp he glanced just in time to see Jezi slink off the wagon top, which another look revealed a lost looking Jamon. Already knowing where this was going he glanced over towards his sleeping friend. As much as wanted to avoid that potential rock slide, it was a great spot for a sneaky person to enter. Giving a smile he motioned towards the sleeping giant.

    “We should probably patrol the area around them, to be safe.” Yn spoke, motioning again to them before making a circle around the area with two fingers. Hefting his hammer atop his shoulder, he began moving that direction, thinking of other motions for them.

    “I used to work night patrols back home. Never enjoyed them.” Yn spoke up, taping first the pin then thumbing over his shoulder. He followed this with the walking circle before motioning to the moon. The last he did was make an X with a facial grimace, to show his disdain. The snores were loud but comforting, reminding him some of home and the great beasts that slept there.

    Vel shrugged as he commented that it was unfair but she couldn't complain. How could she tell him this was really the first time she was in such a large group? as he motioned in the giants Direction Vel nodded in agreement and followed along as she shouldered her Axe. glancing once more into the darkness beyond the trees before looking back as Yn Spoke. She watched the signs he made as he spoke about how he didn't like night patrols. Vel let out a small chuckle sound through her scarf at his grimace, It sounded slightly raspy and gurgled, strange, making Vel stop short and turn her head away in embarrassment. Usually vel didn't make much of a sound what little of her voice was left sounded foreign and unpleasant to her. She was hopping their approach to the snoring beasts might have covered it up but she was to Close to Yn for him not to have heard.

    Fortunately or unfortunately Vel turned as she heard a shout come up somewhere behind them in the main camp. "WAKE UP YOU LAZY SHITS, WE HAVE COMPANY!" which was followed by a uproar of shouts from what she could only assume where the attackers. She could just make out Adam's roar as she shifted her Axe into both hands in front of her. She could see in the darkness the movement just across from them on the other side of the clearing Balder was sleeping in. Magic. Masso was the first one to retaliate out of the two, Balder up not long after.

    Vel's usual shy demeanor seemed to change mid step as she charged head long through the darkness not waiting to see Yn's reaction. With her eyesight Vel didn't worry about the trees nor blundering about, though her approach was anything but silent it was covered up well by the crackle of braking trees and branches and the thud of falling hammer and stone. Vel closed the distance between her and the nearest Mage. Her axe rose and fell cutting his chant short as her weapon met his shoulder cleaving the man in half, effortlessly, with the sickening crunch of bones before he even knew what was bearing down on him.

    Yn had to pause as he heard the gurgled chuckle from Vel. It sounded like she was choking on her own spit. Given that he heard from the others that she was mute and that may have affected her voice. He wouldn't push it, nor would he have the time as Tris roared the call to arms. The bandits were somewhat ready as they began attacking they already had magic users attacking the giant and mammoth. With the girl leading the charge she moved and took out one of the mages.

    “Shit! Faur!” Yn both bellowed and shouted it to hair brother, waking the beast. Yn charged on the beasts, pulling his hammer and taking down one of the meager bandits before colliding with a brute of man. If not for his palish skin, he could've sworn the man was part troll. Ugly enough to be one.

    He swung the hammer down on the man, bashing it against the wall of meat and muscle, the two dueling it out with weapons. That was before the 900 pound deer rammed the man from the side. From the sounds of it, the ribs on the bandits side were broken and a snapped neck. Running after him, Yn cracked the mans jaw, dazing him while leaving him alive, if not in great pain. Rushing over he spun his hammer, covering the distance between himself and Vel.

    “Faur, go help Jezibel and Jamon. Vel, I'll stun them while you finish them. I don't want to kill these men.” Yn offered up as he looked at the bandits.

    Vel hefted her bloody axe but only paused enough to realize it was Yn baring down on her and gave a sharp nod at his words. Though she didn't understand them there was no time to think further. Most warriors might let out a roar of a battle cry but Vel remained silent which might have seemed more eerie to some. Chaos had exploded in the main camp, things seemed only slightly less Chaotic over here but that was only when the Giant's hammer wasn't crashing down right beside you.

    Vel wasted no time nor effort in the fallen Yn would leave behind. They were dead quickly and with out much pain. There was no hesitant manor about Vel's movements now, no Shyness as she struck men in twain. She almost cold and she moved in such a way that spoke of not caring about peril or damage as she stepped in the way of a charging man and catching the swing of his sword with her axe, the loud clang seemed to surprise him as he'd been aiming for Yn.

    “Mother of the lands, daughter of the trees and bearer of feast, grant me your gifts and guide my flesh.” Yn spoke softly to the earth, pushing magic into the lands. He didn't have long, so it wouldn't do to use his full magic, but right now a shield would be best. He felt the earth form a sleeve around his arms, the non weapon arm moulded into a shield. Now set he charged forward, the heavy rocks taking the sturdier blows and moves he couldn't while his hammer swung free, breaking bones and flesh as he did.

    He didn't bother to catch everyone, allowing those he missed to meet Vel’s axe. It was a show as the bandits met his wall, broken arms and legs to fall to her axe. Not the best work, but it got the job done. He was surprised though when Vel managed to catch the man who had tried for his side, being stopped by Vel matching his swing. He smiled to her before bringing down his hammer on the man's wrist, hearing the man scream as he shattered the bandits wrists, rendering him useless in a fight.

    “We make a pretty good pair here.” Yn offered to Vel.

    Vel couldn't help feeling a slight aversion to the sight of Yn's magic. but there was no time to think about that right now. As the man reeled back with a cry Vel pushed forward driving her axe into his shoulder and then further until his crying stopped. She yanked her axe from the Corps and looked to Yn as he mentioned they made a good pair, Vel might have blushed if she was alive but as it was it did make her pause but before she could nod in agreement a spell whispered by an icy spray of sharp shards blew at them. Fortunately Vel was in a position mostly in front of Yn taking most of the sharp icy shards. She brought her arms up one shard shattered off her axe while another few buried themselves into her cold flesh and another dozen flew past her.

    Vel's axe swung to the side as several shards dislodged at her movement before she gripped her axe in both hands and charged the mage before he could inact another spell. He back peddled as fast as he could but his back met a tree. Her Axe buried itself into the tree, slicing into the man's shoulder but the tree's tough trunk didn't allow her to go any further.

    Yn was surprised to see Vel take the ice shards that had been launched at them. Her strength was commendable, but her defensive skill was strong. He followed after her as she charged the mageun, backing him into a tree trunk. The bandit remained alive thank to the large trunk, but not for long. Yn brought his hammer down atop his head, crushing the mans skull in. One could see the life leave his eyes as the bandit dropped dead. Yn grimaced as he pulled the hammer free, studying the bandit as he slumped down the tree trunk.

    “Gah, I didn't want to have to kill him.” Yn spoke after studying the dead man.

    Vel yanked her Axe free of the trunk, laving a rather nasty chunk out of the surviving tree, and glanced down at the dead man before looking at Yn as he spoke. She pulled a shard out of her side and dropped it before she hesitantly reached out and touched his arm with an apologetic gesture. It had been the agreement that she finish them off, for whatever reason Yn didn't want to kill them. After he'd seen the gesture Vel hefted her axe quickly and glanced around not wanting to be taken off guard again.

    “It's not your fault. You're worth way more than thousands of bandits.” Yn said with a smile, patting her arm in return. He was beginning to understand her a lot easier. With a nod he began to move to the main camp, making sure that Vel was following into the fight. Balder would have this fight by now, and it would be better to help the rest of the team.

    He didn't get far before instincts kicked in, his body tensing as he could feel something coming to strike them. He didn't even time to call out Vel's name as he brought his shield up to catch the switch of a hammer. He had to force the earth to cover more of Vel, but Yn managed to stop the hammer blow before having to dig into the earth. Before them, glaring down with tusks curling from the corners of his lips. An orc stalled their path, hefting a two handed hammer that was just above a rock on a stick.

    “Finally, some good looking people to fight.” The orc said with a growl, looking ready to fight and smash anything that came in reach.

    Vel blinked at his words knowing her face would be a bright red if she could blush. She didn't even have enough present of mind to hope that he didn't notice how cold she was when eh patted her arm. She followed behind him as he started heading to the main camp where the sound of battle was still prevalent. For bandits their numbers seemed to be rather great and they seemed to be better trained the the ordinary Robber relying on numbers and intimidation. their spells were not for flash and show, Vel had the suspicion that there was something else going on.

    Vel came to a sudden stop as Yn and the earth covered her from the mighty blow of a hammer with in an orc warriors hand. A blow that likely would have shattered some of her bones, but wouldn't have killed her. That impact must have been jarring for Yn! even with his earthen shield. Something of a Grumble passed through her lips as the orc warrior spoke. He had no idea...

    Vel stepped around Yn's side and brought her axe in an upward Arch making the warrior step back, a grin twisting around his tusks. "Good!" He bellowed clearly happy to find foes that didn't tremble at the immediate sight of him. Vel shifted her stance and brought her Axe back down at the Orc clashing with his hammer. Unlike men, Orcs possessed far superior strength. But not to the undead. He seemed surprised at the impact of the weapons from the small hooded figure he and most men dwarfed.

    Yn took the thankful moment to rest his arm, checking to see if anything had broke anything. His arm had gone completely numb, and if he had removed the shield, it would be bruised. Thankfully Vel has been covering for him and matching the Orc blow for blow. Problem was they were just matching. They would need to break his attacks before moving in and finishing him off.

    The girl was light and strong, could probably take the orc with one strike. He could easily break bones and flesh, but could he stall him long enough. Looking down at his shield he placed his hand, drawing on his souls and increasing the size of his shield. It was a similar moment during training, a young boy had used it to launch himself over the large boy and get behind him. It was an idea that could work, and he did have much more mass than before. Standing. He could already feel the weight drag his arm down, the shape pointing towards the ground.

    “Vel! Duck!” Yn shouted as he took the time in, deflecting the blow of a hammer and bringing his hammer to the orcs side. He traded blows with the orc, guarding where he could and pelting his opponent with the hammer, to anger the orc.

    “Just stand still to get smashed!” The bandit shouted as he swung down to take Yns head. Yn smiled, having angered the orc enough to grab his hammer with both hands. Yn dodged as best he could and wrapped his arms around the orcs wrists, shield up.

    “Vel, shield jump.” Yn shouted out as he did best to hold him in place for Vel to make her move.

    Vel dropped into a roll, coming to her knees just at the side as Yn stepped in taking the Orcs attention. She got back to her feet and made room while hefting her axe preparing to jump back in as soon as an opening presented itself. She didn't have to wait long as Yn seemed to have a plan. pinning the Orc up and extending his shield he shouted at her to jump. Vel did not need second bidding. She dashed over and leaped up on the extended shield Axe arching around her head as she came to eye level with the orc warrior and swung. The Orc bellowed in anger but it was cut short as Vel's axe met his neck. Vel landed heavily on the other side of the Orc as his body went slack and his head rolled at Yn's feet.

    “That, worked out a lot better than I thought.” Yn said happily as he pulled the body, allowing it to fall to the side. He gave a sigh and stumbled back, relaxing his hold on the magic and making the shield smaller. Feeling his numb arm he looked back over to the camp, knowing that the night wasn't done yet.

    “Well, that's one ugly bastard down. Shall we see who else we can bury?” Yn asked rhetorically as he began making his way to the camp.

    Vel picked herself up and turned to Yn. Approaching to make sure he was alright as he stumbled back. He looked worn but the fight was still going on in the main camp. for a moment at least they had a second to breath, not that she needed it. Yn seemed to recover quickly, though she imagined his arm may still be throbbing, she'd almost forgotten what the felt like it been so long. But as he started making his way back tawords the main Camp vel matched his steps and looked up at him before nodding once more.

    She turned her attention back to the main camp, axe by her side prepared to finish off whatever unwanted guests might be left when they arrived.
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    As the first shift was completing their rounds, Jamon dressed and slipped his sword into the sheath across his back. If nothing more this week he learned that if Mynx or that other awful girl caught him without a weapon on his person, he would be punished for that. As Mynx slept, he slipped from the tent knowing that Jezibel would be on camp watch for this second shift. If nothing more than a simple hello, he wanted to speak to this woman.

    As he stepped out of the tent and cast his sight about, he could see Adam and that awful girl returning from the parameter patrol. He watched as Su Lin seemed to disappear someplace just outside the campsite which usually worried him not knowing what shadow she might appear out from. He focused on Adam as he and Tris were speaking. Not long after, Adam had retired. Now he would look about for Jezi and mayhaps speak with her for a short while before he retired himself.

    Jezibel let out a rough yawn, sitting Indian style on top of the wagon. She did not enjoy night shift, and while she could see clear as day, it was still annoying. Even more now was watching Jamon walking around the place. It was clear at least to her that he was hunting her down. Why else would he leave the tent of his mentor, after copulation. Even more when she forbade them from talking.

    She wanted to scare the boy, even with the blade by his side. Slipping from the top of the wagon she stalked him, keeping in his blind side. Pulling boa and Lupin from her side she finally moved to strike. Boa moved first, jamming on the hilt of her blade and Lupin pressed against his neck, bringing her body up close to his back.

    “This foolish boy is looking to greet the demon of the night, is he? Should you not be keeping Mynx warm in her sheets?” Jezibel whispered softly as she awaited his reaction.

    Jamon had lost sight of Jezibel for just the slightest of moments and then she was gone from sight. He was making his way in the direction of the wagon she was atop a moment ago.

    Without warning he felt a jabbing sensation followed by cold steel against his neck. As the unknown predator spoke of a night demon, he was sure this being behind him would kill him. As Mynx name was spoken, his mind already had gone numb, he was going to die without ever speaking to the pretty woman.

    His eyes watering, in a whiney tone begged
    “Please don't kill me.. you may not know this, if you do harm me, my protector General Falstskog of his majesty's royal guard will hunt you to the ends of all lands. Miss Mynx will hunt and kill you, there will be a wicked assassin who will set upon you too.. please, don't kill me and I shall not speak of this attack to those who protect me..”

    His tone dry and hoarse through tears while his body trembled. About that time he urinates himself.

    “Wow. That's… that's sad.” Jezibel moved away, surprised by the reaction. The young man had responded far worse than she expected, even with how Su Lin had been training him. Looking at him in exasperation, Jezi placed her weapon back in her holsters.

    “First off, any mugger or bandit won't just run off from a name or two. Secondly, you didn't even attempt to defend yourself.” Jezibel started as she allowed the man to turn around.

    “Either way what are you doing out of Mynx's bag. More so why are you looking for me?” Jezibel demanded of the young men.

    Jamon looks to the ground, his face red with embarrassment, he softly mumbles

    “I'm Mynx’ property, as she and that awful girl once said, I'm a trinket. I am sure this will not shock you, but I am out of my comfort zone out here. As to why I was looking for you, I just wanted to speak to you.”

    He finally looks up as thoughts drift on why he agreed with Father and Mother to venture off. They seemed to fill their roles without much question. If Sir Faltskog were still by his side, certainly he would have him commission passage back to Father and Mother, they should have secure their role by now. Finally he mutters

    “Do you find disfavor with my obvious inability to fend for myself Miss Lupin?”

    “In truth, yes. Any man your age should just be able to handle a sword to keep his skin, or at least move away from danger.” Jezibel retorted to the young man, placing her hands on her hip while looking him over. If he wanted to woo a woman down the line, he needed some strong muscles to defend his name, not just money. At least by her profession.

    “I mean it, how do you think people would react if the first time you handled your sword you caused more damage to your allies than yourself.” Jezibel started in on him. It was good to train him to hold a sword, but it did little if he couldn't handle a fight.

    A shy smile forms across Jamon’s lips as he offers

    “I see your point Miss Lupin. The awful girl that teaches me had spoken that I was likely to take my own head off rather than a foe when she first started teaching me. The past couple days she has gone from me being a dead man walking to at least telling me I might give a foe amusement before they kill me. She does not coddle me as Fathers serva... those my Father asked to show me things, yet as mean as she speaks, I oddly feel better after things she teaches me. I will never speak these words to her, but I don’t think she really is as awful as she acts. Don’t get me wrong, she still frightens me, but... I don’t know, like she is a human or something.”

    His smile remains “Is that why you snuck up behind me as you did? To help me learn? And I do mean something, about Mynx, I am her property, I do as I am told. When I no longer belong to her, I do have someone I would like to know. There is so much that I am confused about, this is nothing like Father told me it would be like when he told me... “ he bites his lower lip also recalling Father telling him no one could be told of what he was doing “... Miss Lupin, I do not think I want to return home. I am not as stupid a boy as many take me for. I never spoke against Father however I believe him not to be, how does the awful girl put it, an honorable man. The Guildmaster said I needed to enter this quest as an apprentice, I for the first time am looking upon things with my own open eyes and don’t like what I see.”

    “Part that. I did feel like giving you a right scare, but it's more trying to figure out what you are thinking. I know Mynx owns you and have to follow her directions. So sneaking out in the middle of the night is a really dumb idea.” Jezibel scolded the man. She didn't want to risk getting either of them mauled by a pissed off Ocecat. It made a good training point. She looked around the camp, noting the people around the camp, including Tris walking around as well.

    It was a few minutes as Tris walked from view before Jamon looked to Jezi, a smile forms offering
    “I suppose I could admit that the scare was a bit much.” still feeling the warmth around his pants. “I think the first thing I should do for now is go to the stream and rinse off.” as he starts in the direction of the stream.

    A short distance he hears Tris yelling for the others to wake because of company. He also hears Adam yelling to kill any not wearing a Rogue Pin. As Jamon turns to run back to camp, there is a large frame man to his front. Since he does not recognise the man, he draws his sword swinging it wildly at the man’s chest. The man simply steps back allowing the wild swing to harmless pass in front of him. Jamon pauses a brief second to compose himself as the awful girl had spoken to him many times, this though seems to be the real thing. The man to his front simply starts to laugh, in a deep tone chuckles
    “Drop the fruit sticker boy and I promise you a fast death.”

    Slightly trembling, Jamon starts to step back trying to remember the front stance he had been practicing. He then feels a stinging pain on his arm as another who was behind him strikes his arm with his fist sending his sword to the ground while a third grabs him from behind. The larger man to his front chuckles.

    “Don’t worry little one, I will not cause you pain, your death will be fast”

    “Fuck off!” Jezibel bellowed as she snuck up behind the brute that had first taken upon Jamon, deep red lines along his throat as he fell. Even with her announcement made, she had slipped away without a sound. Given the sudden battle lust raging about them, mixed with the camp confines, Jezi was almost invisible to them.

    “Bloody wench, where did she go!” The man near Jamon swore, looking around the campsite, holding his blade tight. Jezibel creeped behind them, sliding in next to Jamon and grabbing his weapon for him. Handing him the weapon back she jumped away in time to miss the next blade.

    “Damn girl! How is she so damn hard to catch.” The bandit shouted. One could hear her laughing from around them.

    “I'm a Redscar bitch, the night is my playground. Jamon, keep that sword strong and time to prove you're actually worth training.” Jezibel ordered the young boy.

    Having watched the larger man have his throat opened up brings a shiver to Jamon. In almost no time he feels the hilt of his sword back in his hand. The man behind him tightens his grip so tight around his chest it is becoming hard to breathe. The man whispers to Jamon

    “Try to be cute with you lil poker, you will die painfully. When you are dead boy, I am going to pleasure that lil bitch over yer dead body.”

    The initial shock has subsided as he focuses on the week of training that horrible girl has put him through. ‘distract then strike’ drifts through his mind. It was always with a broken off branch when she would do it to him and his chest is still tender where she stabbed him with the sticks. Now it is for real now.

    Like he did with Jezi, he cried out “Please don't kill me!” however unlike with Jezi, he raises his leg straining with his hand to grasp his boot dagger. He lowers his leg over emphasizing a whimper “please please don't kill me..”

    The man starts to loosen his grip letting out a laugh
    “Damn, listen to this little…” where Jamon - as like shown numerous times - pivots his hips while thrusting the dagger into the man's side. As the man gasps, Jamon raises his arms breaking the grip taking a step then spins. Jamon thrusts the dagger into the man's chest targeting his heart. The thin steel blade easily enters the man's chest before he jerks the blade back before stepping back.

    The man drops to his knees, his lips moving but no words come out. Jamon stands a moment with the realization that the man before him is dying and he is the one who took his life.

    The third man grips his own sword grumbling “You are so dead lil pup..” starting toward Jamon.

    The man began to advance, his body tense as he advanced. The woman was a risk, and he didn't want to be caught unaware if the woman tried to kill him. The boy seemed lucky to kill the other fighter by using the fact that he was wimpy and small. It would not due to underestimate the man.

    “Screw off!” A gruff voice bellowed over the din of battle, drawing the man's attention. He turned just in time to see a 9 foot deer charging the man down. He may have strength, but not much could stop a charging deer with 600 pounds of muscle and sinew. The bandit didn't have time to fully scream before getting rammed and tossed into the air.

    “Are you okay?” Faur asked Jamon as he stopped next to him.

    Jamon’s eyes were absent expression, a dullness as he looked to Faur. There is a queasy feeling in his stomach but an odd sensation keeps him from throwing up. He looks weary to the deer he has come to respect, his tone with a mix of remorse and almost ... pride

    “I think so master Faur... “ looking now toward the man he had stabbed in the heart and lay dead mere feet from him, oddly Jamon does not tremble, he simply tilts his head looking to the deceased “... I think I killed that man Master Faur... why then do I not feel remorse for this act?” as he slowly slides his sword back into the sheath already replacing his boot dagger before looking about the darkness trying to see where the pretty girl was. Not thinking of the man he had just killed, more thoughts run through his mind, a concern, would this pretty girl disapprove of his taking a life?

    Jamon starts to glance about to the sounds of battle, the screams of those losing their lives, the lights in the night sky not realizing that was magic use, the distant glow in the direction that Su-Lin and Sheva were, all this drifting in his mind as a thought takes hold ‘Killing isn’t hard, killing is ... easy. Begging and being fearful is hard ... why be fearful when I can kill what frightens me... ‘ starts to consume his thoughts.

    “Killing is an easy act in the moment, yet you will remember that man, more than any you have before.” Faur spoke to the young man, noting the deadpan look on his face. Jezibel thankfully returned, making sure the two of them were okay, before noting that look on Jamons face. She bit back a shudder at his eyes. She knew those eyes, or at least close to them. The dead look of one who had given up their emotions. She reached up and smacked him gently across the face.

    “Jamon, it's not time to dream, there are still people fighting around us. Until they are all dead, we need to stay alert.” Jezibel ordered the man with sharp words to get him to focus.

    As Jezibel gets his attention, Jamon seems to snap back into reality. There were potentially others around that might try to do them harm. With that, he reaches to the sheath strapped to his back once again removing the thin short sword. This time however, the sword does not shake in his hand. Still not fully able to focus on what threats he needs to be looking for, he steps closer to Jezi and Faur
    “Miss Lupin, thank you for bringing me back to what I need focus on. I will try to be watchful though I may not need speak this, but I am not familiar with what I need be on watch for. Jezibel, Master Faur, do help me in what I need do and watch for.”

    There would seem to be a slight difference in his tone, his demeanor. For the first time, he seems more focused on fending for himself opposed to waiting for a servant or protector to come to his aide. Also obvious to both Faur and Jezi, the boy still has much to learn, but at least in this time, he is not screaming for his servant or protector.

    “Good,and just about anywhere. Just… stick with Faur and we'll see what we can do.” Jezibel spoke, giving him a pleased smile that he finally got his nerves together. She would wait until tomorrow to see if the shock wore off and the knowledge that he had killed people would break his mind.

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    The moon had risen by the time everyone was getting ready for bed, and taking their leaves to sleep. As people retired, and the cleaning of the dishes was done he turned to look at the moon that was illuminating the night sky. Ashvels eyes widened when he saw a ring around the moon, and that was a sign of danger. Something bad was going to happen tonight. So, he would have to be careful during his hunt tonight. Moving over to a tree he removed his cloak, and the rest of his clothing down to a pair of shorts. All of his skin had a reddish hue to them and would look like a sunburn to the other races. It wasn't far from the truth. Except to a Vampire having injuries like this can eventually kill them if not taken care of. Placing his belt back on that held his dagger he gave a slight sigh. He just hoped that nothing truly happened this night.

    Leaving the camp he quickly and silently moved through the trees as his vision wasn’t encumbered by the lack of light. All of the undead races didn’t have troubles seeing in the dark, that is what made them so useful in night operations, or in his case hunting. Seeing a deer in the forest Ashvel slowed down and when he got close enough to catch the deer he ran straight into it. Knocking them both to the ground. It only took a minute or so before he had the animal pinned and dug his fangs into its neck. The deer continued to fight and scream as its life was taken away from it. This was kind of barberic to some of his kind since animals don't have the same reaction as feeding off of humans do. Humans become dosel after being bit. However, animals continue to fight through the whole process.

    Once he finished his meal the deer laid lifeless on the ground, and the area around is legs had been dug out. Blood covered his mouth and the burns to his skin were healed. Wiping the blood from his face as he looked down at the deer. This was the only part about his chosen life he didn’t like. Seeing the aftermath of the struggle. Lucky he was a couple of miles away from camp so they more than likely didn’t hear the animals screams. Turning his back to the creature as he began making his way back to camp.

    However, as he was beginning his return the smell of human blood struck him hard. There was orc as well. He couldn't hear over great distances but the smell of blood was coming from the camp. Beginning to run in the direction of the camp he was suddenly hit hard from the side causing him to stumble and role from the impact. HItting a tree Ashvel didn’t waste any time getting up to see what rammed into him. To his surprise there was nothing there. As he looked around there was nothing around. Whatever hit him was lost amongst the darkness. Maybe it was a wild animal that hit him.

    However, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was being watched from inside of the forest. What was he missing? Though it didn’t take long for the smell of blood to bring him back to his senses. Turning towards the camp he began running towards the camo once more. A strange man walked out of the trees and moved into the moonlight. Watching as the young Vampire moved towards the camp where the bandits were fighting the rest of the the rouges.

    “What a pathetic Vampire. Still trying to play the good guy, and keep from killing. Even denying your true nature. You should let that inner demon come out.” The mysterious man said as a smile crossed his lips. Soon very soon he would be inclined to make his appearance, and bring the child back to what he should be. Until then he left a little surprise in the young Vampires pocket. Turning towards the opposite direction he began to walk towards the east.

    Ashvel made his way to where the others were. All he could hope not to many people are hurt.

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    Soaked in blood and sporting a few new wounds Adam had cut his way from the center of the camp towards the outskirts where Balder, Yn, and Vel were fighting. The warrior hated dealing with any kind of magic. But Balder was the only one seemingly under magical assault, which from a tactical standpoint made sense. Giants no matter which Homestead they hail from are dangerous and damn near impossible to take in a direct physical confrontation for anyone who isn't a fellow Giant, Ogre, one of the Cursed, or a Mounirian Beastman.

    But every race has it's weakness, and for Giants enough magical damage done quick enough will chop them down like the tree people they are said to descend from. Masso had already dropped to his knees blood and burns disrupting his once beautiful auburn coat. Balder wasn't much better off his skin was blackening and smoke was rising from his massive body. He had killed most of the Mages and the woods in front of him were torn up and full of large boulders. But a few were still around and they would be the focus of Adam's actions. Bursting through the foliage he quickly stabbed a Mage through the back, the red shine of his blade showing through the man's chest.

    It was the scent of blood and the trumpeting of the mammoth that had drawn Mynx to the same location, her axe in hand as she stepped into view. She moved in close to Adam, daring a glance at him in his half-dressed state. Barely suppressing a grin, she nodded at him, a snarl replacing the look as she locked in on a mage that was preparing to strike the hairy elephant with another bolt of magic. The ocecat threw her weapon when the ice energy was released, the bolt hitting the metal head and pulverizing it, the magic dispersed. Letting out a string of curses, the feline leapt forward, racing for the mage as he prepared another spell.

    Mynx's sudden appearance was a welcome sight. While only three mages were left they were supplemented by at least six heavily armed bandits wearing the colors of the Ice Nation. This combined with the seals he and Tris found was painting a very serious picture about this whole shitstorm. If they were hired by the Ice Nation why were agents of the Ice Nation trying to kill them? Or maybe they were just trying to steal the papers back? Both were likely, but unless he could capture one and interrogate them he'd never know.

    As Mynx's axe was destroyed and the Mage was readying another spell Adam lifted the small targe from a fallen bandit and hurled it forward. It hit the man in the side of his head stunning him just enough for Mynx to get the kill. ...and it was a quick ending...the ocecat slamming into the man's side, the two of them rolling onto the ground in a tight embrace. She tore into him with her fangs, ripping into his throat to silence his chanting. As blood sprayed from the fatal injury, she drove her knife into his body, little care given as to where she stabbed. When all movement ceased, she looked up, searching for another target.

    Adam watched in morbid fascination as Mynx mauled and ripped the bandit apart. Once it was done he clicked his tongue and picked up a black steel war axe and tossed it to the cat woman. "Damn good job Claws'n'paws. There still one mage and a bunch of bandits out to kill the man that pays us." He reached over and scratched the cat's ears smiling. "Lets go make sure they fail." He gave a dangerous smile and picked up the shield he threw and charged back into the fray.


    New weapon in hand, the ocecat looked after the man with a scowl on her face. She shook her head to unruffle her fur, mulling over the nickname before taking to Adam's heels. She would let him deal with the other mage, one face to face with the mystical beings was enough for her. She could still feel her skin bristling from the encounter. She veered off from the guild's lead warrior and zeroed in on another of the bandits, swinging the axe in an arc before her. The blade cut deeply, but the added weight of the new weapon took the kill from her, her aim a bit off, missing her mark. Leaping sideways to avoid a counter swing, she hissed out her defiance, feeling the brush of a blade against her armor. She narrowed her eyes, only then recognizing the man before her.

    The moment of hesitation was her undoing, the bandit swinging at her again and landing a solid hit against the lower edge of her chest plate. The cat staggered back, a breath hissing through her teeth as she fell backwards. Without waiting for her to gain her feet, the man rushed for her again, Mynx bringing her weapon up to parry. She allowed the axe to take the hit, dropping it before she rolled. She struck out with her claws, fighting in the way she knew best. When she finally managed to get the upper hand, she had suffered an injury across her arm, the bandit unfortunately missing his.

    As the man let out a loud scream Adam stomped his skull in with a heavy boot. "Will you need a bandage Mynx?" He asked scrapping the blood and brain from his boot.

    The Ocecat stared hard at him, her chest rising and falling rapidly. "You need for your injuries?" she countered, hitting him flat handed in the chest. She gave him an amused grin then wiped the blood from her arm, paying no heed to the fresh cut. "We kill rest now?"

    Adam laughed quickly wrapping a bit of cloth around her wounded arm. "My injuries are hidden under armor. Yes let's go." Adjusting his shield he took off at a steady run, he stole a glance at Balder who had stopped fighting quite as hard and was kneeling on the ground nodding at Adam and Mynx as he saw them run around. He jerked his head towards the left signalling where the last mage was. "You want to kill the Mage or shall I ?"

    "I distract...you kill," she answered, not wanting to touch another magic user if she could help it. She turned quickly to her left, picking up on the scent of the mage before she actually saw him, his dark clothing blending in well with the trees. She had not gone more than a few feet before she saw the sparks building between his hands, a low growl starting deep within her. She made her presence known, the growl becoming a guttural barking-like noise that signaled a challenge. She moved away from the giant, drawing the attack to her. Timing would be everything.

    As the ball of ice was released, Mynx made her move, throwing herself at the tree trunk behind her and scrambling up into its highest branches. She could feel the cold from the icy spell creeping along the bark, a crackling noise following its assent. Seconds before it reached her she ran to the end of a limb, leaping into mid air and free falling until her hand managed to grab the branch of another tree. Her nails engaged and she swung to the ground, seeking out Adam to ensure he was moving in for the kill.

    Surprised at the cat woman's barking Adam kept low and crept around to the back of the mage. Claws'n'paws was a good distraction, he'd have to remember that for later. He was sure it would come in handy along this journey. He set himself up behind the Ice slinging mage waiting for the perfect chance to strike. And as the mage turned his back fully to Adam to try and focus on shooting Mynx out of the tree, the fighter attacked launching from the bushes. He ducked low and slashed the mage across his back, making him scream out in pain and drop to a knee, his prepared magic spell exploding from his hands. Coming up to his side Adam lifted his sword high and brought it down decapitating the Mage on the spot.

    Seeing that the deed was done, the ocecat trotted over to the fighter's side, ruffling his damp hair and offering him a grin. "You like pet?" she asked with humor, her nose wrinkling in mock disgust. "Oakland need bath. Blood and stink. I clean later." She laughed, turning and taking a few steps away from him. Lifting her head, she drew in a deep breath.

    "Two at twenty paces to left. You take?"

    With an amused nod Adam ducked back into the brush following the cat lady's directions. "Try to keep one alive for questioning when you handle the others." He was sure the bandits had seen him behead the mage because they were hiding rather than trying to press the attack. The foolhardy attack had failed, Adam could hear the bandits dying all around him for awhile, but now it had grown mostly silent. And with the last Mage dead the threat of the bandits was nearly done, but they still needed info about who the hell these fucks were and why they were flying Ice Nation Colors as common bandits.

    He was thankful for the sneak training Tris has been giving him now, though he'd never, ever, ever admit it to that womanizing fuck. But it was key in the normally very charging bull being able to quickly kill one man with a back stab and knock the other out with a hard shield strike to the face. And using their belts he tied the unconcious man up.

    While Adam dealt with his two, the feline searched for a target of her own, finally detecting movement and a foreign scent in the opposite direction. She followed her nose, surprised to note that her target was female. 'Keep alive,' she thought, Adam's directive foremost in her mind as she watched the woman sneak towards their wagon and supplies. She waited until the bandit was occupied shoving dried meat into her pack before she approached from behind. Only a few paces from the thief, Mynx cleared her throat.

    "Hello," she purred in a very friendly tone, snickering as the woman jumped in surprise, dropping her stash and spinning around. "Today lucky day. I not kill...just collect." The ocecat had her sword drawn and the point was only a few inches from the woman's chest. "Drop knife or my blade taste flesh." She narrowed her eyes, showing her teeth in a snarl. It was enough, the woman dropping her weapon and putting her hands in clear view. Mynx moved in, disarming the bandit of her other blade before grabbing her roughly and shoving her forward. There was no resistance.

    It didn't take her long to meet back up with Adam, her prisoner alongside her. She offered her up, forcing the woman to her knees by pressing her fingers into the muscle of her shoulder. "I no harm. She yours. I no detect others. Perhaps run away."

    Adam had just finished looting the dead bandits around them. What little valuables they had were neatly tucked into a tied up shirt removed from one of the larger bandits. His own captive was awake and growling lightly behind the dirty rag Adam had shoved in his mouth to keep him quiet.

    He chuckled studying the woman Mynx had brought. Skinny in a kind of sickly way, but she glared with a killer's eyes, so maybe the sickly look was part of the scam. He smirked at the woman who dropped her hateful gaze after a few seconds. "Good job Claws'n'paws, and yes it seems we've repelled the foolishly planned bandit attack. Here help me tie them together and we'll go check on the others." Grabbing some strong vines from a nearby tree he began trying the two bandits hands and feet together before tying them actually to each other.

    Mynx's part was simply keeping the woman from resisting the binding of her ankles and wrists, her quiet disposition changing as soon as Adam tried to put the restraining vines on her. Her struggles were quieted by a well placed hand against her throat, claws extended and embedded in the soft flesh. As soon as Adam was finished, the cat rose and looked to the east, puffing in agitation. To the casual observer there was nothing but trees in her visual arena...but beyond them was the creek...dampness...fish...and Jamon.

    She growled low in her throat. "We go check now," she said in a cold tone.

    Adam noticed the change as it came over the Ocecat. He recognized it, the Prince was doing some stupid, probably talking with Yn's slave girl. He shook his head already picturing how this was going to play out. Jezi will need to be placed under some kind of protection and Jamon would likely not be allowed to leave Mynx's tent aside from the occasional bathroom break. Placing a heavy hand on the bristling cat Adam said in a deep voice. "You check on Balder and Masso, I'll take these two to the main camp." He knew he wasn't what Mynx considered her Alpha like Dagur, but he hoped with a firm enough tone she'd at least listen to him. Chances were both Jamon and Jezi were injured already and they didn't need more from an enraged cat woman.

    The fiery pale blue eyes fixed on Adam, holding for a moment, and then with a nod Mynx spun on her heel and headed for the giant and his beast. She let out an exaggerated breath through her nose as she walked, trying to clear her thoughts of the man-child. It only took her a few minutes to reach them, both suffering from the frigid burns of the attack cast upon them. The ocecat was not sure what she was expected to do now that she was here. She let her instincts take over, moving to Balder and placing the back of her hand against his. A purr came from deep within her and she placed her cheek against his chest, the sound of his heart beat dictating the rhythm of the low vibratory sound.

    Adam watched her go and shook his head. If anyone could handle a pissed off Mynx it was Balder even as injured as he was. Jabbing the two prisoners he began moving them back into the camp.

    Balder had lived through worse, but he was still glad it was all over. He had healing supplies in his wagon for both himself and Masso. But he was too wounded to go get it himself, so when Mynx showed up he let out a low chuckle. "You're an..answer..to prayer Ms. Jabberwalken Oce. Please...can...you..get my medical bag from ...the.. the wagon?" His voice was weak, but still it rumbled through the ground.

    Mynx pulled away from the giant as he spoke, her head tilting at the unusual moniker. She did not often interact with the big man, his size a bit intimidating, but she did not remember him ever addressing her as such. "I get," she agreed, looking up at him, then glancing briefly at Masso. The beast looked pitiful...and she thought this might finally be her chance to find out how the animal tasted.

    When she arrived at the wagon, Mynx climbed in and starting digging through the various bags, curses spilling from her lips as she tossed things around, many of the containers ending up on the ground. She tore apart half the wagon's contents before she found the one thing Balder had wanted her to retrieve. With a sigh of relief, she hefted the bag onto her shoulder, taking its weight easily and jumping back to the ground.

    She paused before heading back, surprised at how quiet things had become. Perhaps the bandits had all gone back to their camp to regroup...she couldn't rule out the possibility, but it seemed unlikely. Quickening her step, she ran the rest of the way, setting the bag before the giant with a grunt. "I help?" she asked hopefully, glad to have her mind occupied.

    Balder nodded slowly forcing himself to sit up, the very action seeming to exhaust him. "Yes please thank you." He opened the large bundle and rolled it out across the grass between them. One of his eyes was bloodied and slightly swollen. "Guess I'll need your help more than...I thought. Please find the vial of blue powder should be about the size of a goat's leg. It's iron clay powder."


    "Blue," she repeated, finding the item easily enough by its color and holding it out to him. "For cuts?" she asked, getting a subtle nod. She opened the vial and set it to the side, grabbing a soft rag from the pile and placing some powder inside it. Lightly stepping onto Balder's thigh, she got even with his face, wiping away most of the blood by his eye with an edge of the cloth. The rest she licked off, not thinking anything unusual of the gesture. It was how she cleaned her wounds, her tongue's bristly texture making the job easier.

    Once she finished cleaning the area, she applied the powder, tamping it gently into the open wound. She continued with this procedure, moving down his body and attending to every injury she found. Several times she refilled her rag with the coagulant and multiple times she grabbed up a clean cloth, only stopping when his injuries were no longer bleeding.

    "Do you need bandage? I can wrap then treat hairy elephant."

    Balder nodded feeling the body length sting of the powder as it audibly popped and sizzled across his body. Like most things Giants make the powder works full bore from the start, his whole body felt like it was on fire, but the intense pain was momentary. A minute later it had passed and the sizzling had quieted to nearly a whisper. Standing slowly up, he groaned gently. "No the powder has already sealed up, it'll flake off once it's done. Masso needs a special kind of medicine." He reached down to his med pack and pulled out a bottle with what looked like lotion and a large razor. "We need to cut the singed hair away and apply the lotion directly to the wound. I'll do the cutting you apply the lotion, ok?" He gave the best smile he could manage and moved to his heavily groaning animal.

    Mynx shrugged, taking the lotion and following the giant over to his beast of burden. Her eyes narrowed as she studied it with an intense interest, not having gotten this close on her own due to the size of the animal...afraid it might trample her...on purpose. Staying close to Balder's side, she applied the ointment in a generous layer after each area was cleanly shaved, her nose wrinkling at its smell. Timidly, she put her tongue to her palm, then gagged. She spat several times, wiping her tongue on her clothing to get rid of the foul taste.

    "Medicine bad," she claimed, scowling up at the Giant.

    Despite the pain of the action Balder couldn't help but laugh at the woman's antics.
    "That's why we don't eat the medicine Ms. Oce. Come, I'll get you some water and fresh meat to wash the taste out." Luckily they had managed to finish treating Masso before the cat's curiosity got the better of her. He wiped the razor clean and put both the lotion and powder back in his med pack before taking it all back to the wagon where he tucked it securely back in it's place.

    Next he grabbed a small water skin and plucked some still red meat off a nearby drying fire and handed them both to Mynx before he hefted his hammer and began using it as a walking stick, the heavy head leaving deep impacts in the grass. "Thank you for the help my dear, but come we best go see how everyone else is fairing."

    She nodded, pausing to take a long pull from the skin and rinsing her mouth, spitting the water out at her feet, She then popped the semi-dried meat into her mouth, making a face but continuing to chew. "Smelled minty," she said in her defense, grumbling under her breath as she picked up her pace to walk beside him.


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    Tristifer made his way into the camp aiming to reach his tent. He succeeded but wasn't alone in reaching it; The bandit swung his sword for the archer's throat. Tris bent backwards to dodge the swing, his own blade sliding between the attackers ribs. Tristifer pulled his blade from the corpse and half turned, whipping his stolen blade after an unfamiliar shape. Ducking into his tent the archer retrieved his bow, arrow bag and armored jacket; Strapping the latter on over his bare chest.

    As he stepped out of his tent an arrow half nocked, Tristifer scanned the camp observing the chaos. “Someone's gonna blame me for this.” He said with a sigh, his bow coming up an arrow escaping into an attacker. The archer shook his head and trotted into the skirmish.

    Passing Adam, the archer witnessed a group of four charging the warrior as one. Likely due to the bodies already laying around the Rogue. Tris didn't slow as he passed, bringing his bow up; Moving away from the sound of Adam fighting the two who survived the archers shots. The archer circulated through the campsite.

    The human didn't stop moving, flowing through the skirmish firing one arrow after the other. His aim assisted the others even when he wasn't seen, his arrows making subtle changes to the fights. The only section of the camp he avoided was the area around the giant.

    It wasn't that Tristifer thought Balder invincible; It was a memory that made his wrist twinge. Dodging trees was easy when they were firmly planted. Tristifer remembered having to dodge through the branches of an uprooted oak tree, luckily a sprained wrist was the worst of his many scratches and bruises. And it was not an experience the archer wanted to repeat.

    Of course, not everything Tristifer did went unnoticed. As he sprinted past Sheva, the Rogue's hand darted out and slapped her ass. Laughing the archer sprinted between a trio of bandit archers; The arrow in Tris’ hand split on of the bowstrings as his loud bark of laughter startled the other two. Tris continued laughing even as the area behind him brightened, and a trio of screams turned into fiery gurgles.

    As the fighting began to die down the archer dashed into a tree, running out along the branch he stepped off onto the back of the large deer. “I see the deer has done most of the heavy lifting for you again Peanut. I think I'll need to pick you up a crossbow…” The archer paused looking as if he gagged. “Ugh, that word tastes horrible. Anyway will have to pick you up a different weapon when we reach the next town.”

    The archer motioned to where the battle around the giant seemed to have quieted. “Anyways, Onward Noble Steed!” Tristifer declared, before chuckling, and stepping off the deer's back. “Sorry, always wanted to say that. Let's get the children to the big guy.”
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    Reaching the tree where he left his equipment Ashvel quickly got dressed and gathered his bag. However, while he was putting his cloth back on he felt something in his shorts pocket. Stopping and reaching into the pocket he pulled out the round metal madalin. What color he had left his face, and his eyes went wide.

    “How in the world did they find me. When did this happen?”

    Then he remembered that something ran into him in the forest. It must have been one of the members. This was not good. If they found him then they might attack his fellow guild members. The smell of blood invaded his senses once more, and a panicked look filled his eyes. Did they come to kill off the guild? This one though was his driving force to get back to the camp as soon as possible. Grabbing the rest of his equipment he darted to towards the camp.

    The smell of blood thickened as Ashvel approached the carnage or the camp, and his blood began to boil because of the coupous amount of blood. Keeping his sanity in times like this. That is why he has trained tirelessly to control himself. He saw bodies on the ground, and blood all over the place. However, he didn’t see any of his guildmates lining the ground. This was a major relief for Ashvel, but at the same time if this wasn’t the work of ‘them’ then who was the culprits?

    This was the least of his worries right now. With any battle there is bound to be injuries that he might have to attend to. Walking deeper into camp he looked for his fellow guildmates as a sour smell crossed his sense of smell. This smell was something that was familiar to him as well. It was the smell of rotting flesh. This must mean that Vel was injured and needed his attention. She might be an undead but even they need to be careful with their bodies. At least he could tend to the injuries that he body has sustained.

    Taking the initiative to make sure he didn’t reveal her secret Ashvel grabbed a hold of Vel’s hand and smiled at her. Leading her deeper into the forest. If she wanted she could fight him, but he was certain that the young lady would understand his intent. Her secret would remain that until she was ready. Maneuvering through the forest they came upon a stream with patches of grass along the bank, and some stones protruding out of the water.

    “I know that you are injured, we can get that taken care of here away from the others. The cursed need to stick together. Now if you would.” Ashvel said not pushing the issue. He would allow Vel to decide if she wanted treatment or not. This was just the best option.

    Vel had been surveying the camp to take care of any stragglers and help clean up the dead and dying bandits. She had wandered from Yn’s side in the process, her axe in one hand as she started to patrol the edge of the camp for any signs of the bandits rallying.

    She’d been intent on her search that she hadn’t realized Ash had approached her, thinking it had been Yn or perhaps Tris. She turned her head in surprise as the vampire took her hand but after a second relaxed. It was the only other person she’d personally revealed herself to. Beyond the guild master Ash was the only other person she’d taken her hood off for.

    She was quite as she allowed the vampire to lead her off. She knew the drill even if she couldn’t feel the pain if she didn’t maintain her body she’d fall apart. It was just fortunat for her she wasn’t out right rotting. As they arrived at the stream Vel let out a sigh and glanced around before setting her Axe against a tree and pulled back her hood allowing her dull amber hair to spill out.

    Over time she’d found that wearing all black made it more difficult for people to tell when she was injured. Not only did this add to intimidation but it made it easier to hide what she was from people. She slowly removed her over clothes to reveal the open wounds from the shards of ice she’d taken earlier, as well as a few popped stitches from her older wound around her midsection. She would need a new set of stitches.. She tossed her clothes into the shallow water in hopes of rinsing it out before the stale smell would become permanent.

    Ashvel didn’t even flinch at Vel taking her hood off. She might want to hide what she was, but she was still a beautiful woman even though she had been cursed to become what she was. He felt sorry for her. He was born into his curs, but she didn’t have an option. At least that is what he believed. He has never asked her about her past. And he didn’t intend to. As she finished taking of the rest of her clothing Ashvel saw the injuries she had received. They were a little worse than he thought they would be.

    With these injuries if she was human Vel would be dead. Giving a light sigh he pulled his bag off of his shoulder, opening the pack and pulling out a needle thread, some herbs, and a couple of magical stones. He just hoped that she would disagree with his treatment since she doesn't like magic.

    “Vel, can you lie down and relax. I need to stick you back up. Also will you allow me to use.a magical stones or two to help seal some of the wounds?”

    Vel turned to look at the vampire in the moonlight as he asked her to lie down. A visible frown crossed her features as he mentioned the magic stones and she firmly crossed her arms in a firm no. No magic. The idea of magic touching her again made her sick and she couldn’t get sick! Just string and needle that was all she needed. Her body could still repair itself but it was so slow it might as well be nonexistent. But she’d take her chances with that.

    After a moment Vel set down slowly next to Ashvel and laid back on the ground, resting her head on a tuft of grass as she stared up at the sky.

    Watching Vel's reaction he knew helping the body heal faster with the use of magic was out of the question. This was truly not the best course of action for her body since it takes her so long to heal.

    “You win. I won't use the items.” Ashvel said as the young lady laid down on the ground. Threading the needle he placed it down and gathered some of the herbs he had brought out. Walking over to the water he dipped a small bowl into the river putting a small amount of water into it. Placing the herbs into the bowl he returned to Vel's side as he pulled his dagger and used the but to crush the herbs creating a poultice to put on the wounds. At least he could help with the healing process just a little.

    Once everything was ready he began to work sewing the injuries together then putting the poultice over the wound. As he continued to work he spoke.

    “Why do you take these kind of risks? Don't you value your life?”

    Vel turned her head to regard the vampire for a long moment. She turned her head back the other direction and reached out for her pouch, luckily it was in reach so she didn’t have to get up. She pulled her book from it and opened her inkwell and quill.

    “What life?” She wrote quietly. “Your very kind Ashvel, but I don’t have much of a life.” she wrote glancing at him before she continued. “It is better that I take the wound over the living. I can function even damaged, I can even be repaired. I won't die so easily. But the same cannot be said for the living flesh of the rest of the company, Even you. If all I can do is cause someone to suffer less from a wound then damage to myself is little in price.” She wrote before flipping the book so he could read. Besides… she’d promised the guild master to make sure everyone made it back in one piece.

    Continuing his work as he saw out of the corner of his eye Vel reach for her paper and quill. As he waited for her response he continued to close her up, and mend as many of the wounds as he could. Once she finished writing Ashvel stopped working and read her response. Giving a light sigh he returned to working while responding to her.

    “You may be able to take more damage than someone who's living.” Ashvel stopped for a moment and contemplated his next words. “The world is full of pain. No one person should be responsible for trying to protect so many. Having that weight on your shoulders is not something that you should have to carry alone.” he said as he moved onto the next wound. “Suffering for the sake of others is a noble jester. I commend you for that, but is that the only option for your life?”

    Vel thought for a moment over what he said looking to the moon again. Finely she turned and wrote in her book. “The dead don’t have many options.” she responded. “I cannot live a normal purposeful life.” She paused as she stared at it for a moment thinking about some of the dreams she used to have when she was alive. Dreams were for the living, of which she was no longer a part of. “But even in my self made isolation the guild is my home and they are my kin. If I must be cursed, then I might as well use it. I have both the strength and the Fortitude. It's a porupose.” even if it wasn’t the purpose she’d dreamed of.

    Once he read her words a small smile formed on his face as he returned to finishing his work. To find a purpose in the affliction that was forced upon you was something he could understand. Even he was running from something in his past. Trying to make a better life and changing himself in the process.

    “You have a good point. Though you do still have options in the life before you. I may not completely understand why someone would place a curse on another and ring them into this world, but there are always options that can be sought. Even for those born into the darkness there are always options.” Ashvel said in a kind and happy tone, but his eyes betrayed the emotion. He never wanted to return to what he was.

    “Well this is the best that can be done without the use of magic.” Ashvel said as he cut the string to the last injury. He had cleaned all the wounds and made sure he double stitched the hols to keep them from ripping. Using what was left of the herbs he put a little more of them on the more serious injuries. “You might want to give them a couple of days to heal before getting into another fight.” Ashvel said as he knew that ti would thak months before she should be doing anything strenuous. The healing of her kind takes forever. He would just have to make sure that he kept an eye on her.

    Vel set up slowly as he finished. “I can’t make any promises.” she wrote. “Thank you Ashvel.” and set the book down as she slowly picked herself up to her feet. Closing her ink well she set it back in the bag with her quill and moved over to her soaking clothes to scrub them out as best as she could in the cold water and find all the tares she’d need to patch.

    Keeping promises is something he still wasn't good at. Though he is getting better. Watching as Vel went over to the river and began washing her clothing and patching up the holes. Such a beautiful young lady had been cursed to live a life that would be full of hardship. He would never wish his life on anyone else. Always hiding what you are and having to run for your life if people found out. The guild was the only place other than the Elders forest that he didn’t have to worry about hiding. He had companions.

    Walking over to the stream and placing a hand on Vel’s shoulder he smiled as he looked to the moon. “The goddess of the night watches over all of her children. I am sure you will be blessed by the goddess as well.” Ashvel said as he removed his hand his face becoming emotionless. As the events of what happened earlier played through his mind. Placing his hand in his pocket and feeling the small trinket inside sent chills down his spine. He knew he wouldn't be able to run forever.

    Vel looked up at Ashvel as he placed a hand on her shoulder and spoke about being blessed by the Goddess of the night. Vel wasn’t sure she could make herself believe that but she managed a smile and a nod before returning to her clothes. They were about as good as she could hope for, she’d left her spare clothing back in the camp so she’d have to wear it damp. She rung out the clothing careful not to tare it in half with her strength before she pulled her shirt over her head, the cold dampness wouldn’t bother her.

    Once she was dressed and had tucked her hair back under her hood she reached out to the troubled looking vampire and touched his arm gently. She didn’t know that was troubled him that moment wasn’t herself but she made another gesture of thanks before she gathered up her book and bag.

    Being brought out of his thoughts by Vel’s gentle touch to his arm. He looked at her with a slight somber look on his face. He shook his head and removed his hand from his pocket as he smiled. The young lady thanked him and went to gathering her things. “Your Welcom.” Ashvel said as he just watched her for a moment. Before walking next to her.

    “Don’t risk your body for my sake. If anything happens think of yourself more than me.” Ash said as he hoped that it didn’t come down to them coming after the guild.

    Vel paused as he came up next to her and spoke, cocking her head to the side and giving him a bit of a strange look from under her hood. Though she supposed it wasn’t odd for him to be more concerned with the others then himself. Vel took in a deep breath, but she couldn’t promise that either. Out of all of the guild Ashvel was the one she worked with the most, if anything were to happen she doubted she’d have time to think about herself before she moved into the fray.

    She pulled up her axe and put it over her shoulder as she shook her head. He as the medic was far more important, and he as her friend was worth putting herself in danger.

    Vel was a good friend. Not only was she a fellow cursed she had become even more important to him. He just wanted to keep her safe, and out of harm's way. Their friendship was something that he found refreshing. Not many people would become friends with his kind. Even fellow cursed usually kept a wide berth from Vampires. He didn’t want to lose a friend, yet on the other hand she was strong enough to take care of herself.

    “You are as stubborn as myself. Maybe that is why we get along so well. You have a strong conviction. Something I need to grasp with my own hands. Thanks for your friendship.” Ashvel said still smiling as he tried to push his negative thoughts away.

    Vel managed a smile under her hood before she pulled her scarf up over her nose hiding the rest of her face. She should be thanking him for his friendship, without him well she’d probably be worse for wear then she already was, and a lot more lonely. She made a gesture back in the direction of camp. Perhaps they should make an appearance now before people started to wonder where they were.

    Vel was right it was tie to return to camp. Smiling at Vel he tapped her on the shoulder. “Go ahead to the camp. I need to gather my things. I will be right behind you as soon as I am done.” Ashvel said as he waited for her to start returning to camp. He needed some time to be able to get rid of the medallion in his pocket.

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    “That's… gonna be purple for a few days.” Yn spoke to himself, allowing his hammer to rest against his side. He had been separated from Vel near the end, but he had been slowing down at that point regardless. While he may have the muscle and strength to take on several of the bandits no problem, the orc had been another story. His shielded arm was littered with purple spots and rough looking patches. He had the muscle to carry the rock, yet smacking the stones against flesh was miserable. Yn let out a sigh and stood up, allowing himself a moment to look across the calm fields as bodies were shuffled and moved around. Left arm tingling as Yn looked around once more, he began to head towards his tent. He would need some bandages and possibly a dip in cold water to cool it down.

    “Just hope the numbness goes away soon.” Yn commented as he rolled his left, wincing at the pain.

    Crouching in the darkness a short distance from Yn’s tent, Mynx perked up at the sound of his voice, her head turning towards the young man’s silhouette. She had not been here long, heading out this way shortly after leaving Balder’s side, hoping she and the Dusha Kin could discuss their mutual problem. It had also allowed her time to settle her anger, the situation between Jamon and Jezibel brewing hotly within her. As soon as she saw him she rose to her full height, allowing the debris beneath her bare feet to rustle as she moved. There was no mistaking the feline, her pale hair flowing loosely around her pointed ears and her long tail swishing behind her.

    “Damn Jamon…” Yn spoke with a sigh, having seen Mynx approaching. He had known that Jezibel and Jamon had been talking, but there was hope that the fight would dissuade the woman. Continuing the advance to his tent, he began rummaging around for some bandages. Thankfully none of the tents had been destroyed or looted during the fight. Some got singed, but nothing that couldn't be repaired. He set aside a clean rag for wiping down sweat, blood and literal dirt off open wounds.

    “Found ya.” Yn cheered silently as he sat back at the entrance and began cleaning his arm. He grimaced as the rough cloth went over open wounds, but he didn't dare risk getting an infected arm. It also allowed Mynx more than enough time to approach as he did so.

    “I assume you saw Jamon and Jezi together before and during the fight?” Yn asked the Ocecat when she was close enough to ask.

    The cat moved a few feet closer, her head tilting as she watched the man cleaning the injuries on his arm, causing her to glance at the makeshift bandage Adam had placed on her earlier. There was little pain, mostly just a burning sensation where her sweat had dripped onto the raw flesh. She scowled, lowering herself to Yn’s level, knees bent and balancing on the front of her feet. “I saw,” she said in a deep tone, finally answering him. “Jamon left tent before call to arms. Placed self in danger to see girl...your girl. He is stupid boy. I think best to have you speak to him. He not listen to me.” She looked hard at Yn, trying to gauge his reaction. She did not know him well, their first and only encounter not leaving them on the best of terms.

    “I agree. The boy has tendencies to think with his jewels over his brain.” Yn spoke, holding her gaze as he spoke. He couldn't help the rumble in his chest as he spoke, years of experience keeping him from just speaking normally. He went back to the action of binding his arm. Giving her a sigh he pulled the bandage tight, wincing from the pulling on his skin.

    “I suggest you as well punish the boy with something other than pain. One can only get smacked so often before it doesn't work. Maybe offer him for solo guard duties on the camp. Can't flirt if he's on the job guarding the camp.” Yn offered, wrapping it up to his shoulders before letting out a grunt of annoyance.

    “Can you help finish wrapping this? Sorry but I can't seem to get it to tie down right.” Yn asked the woman.

    Mynx rose, taking the ends of the material from him. She unwound a portion, then rewrapped it, tying it securely. “I seem to be healer tonight...you third patient.” She laughed lightly, then stepped away, appraising the man. “You need drink? For pain? I can get.”

    “Not at the moment, no. My arm is mostly numb. It's not really going to hurt until some feeling can return completely. Getting rocks pounded into the skin isn't very good for it.” Yn chuckled as he rolled the shoulder with some stiffness, feeling his arm twinge and prick with needles as it moved. Thankful that the bandage would help heal it, he stood slowly, relying on his right arm mostly. Now at his full height he looked around the camp, already spotting Faur towards the camp edge.

    “So, how about you? Was quite a fight huh.” Yn offered as he began a short path towards the wagon, collecting the random weapons and such from the bandits, along with tossing any debris away that he came across.

    “Hmm...yes, a good fight. I fared well.” She followed behind him, looking at the dead bodies and groaned. “Perhaps fight my fault,” she said softly. She stopped at the wagon, starting to pick up the items she had tossed about when searching for Balder’s medical bag. She sighed heavily, continuing her explanation while she loaded the items back in their proper places. “Bandits attacked while hunting. Lives were taken...but not all. Maybe come to camp to even score...and take what they couldn’t then.”

    “I don't think you're the cause of it. Bandits may be greedy idiots, but normally wouldn't risk a giant.” Yn spoke as he helped clean up the wagon, helping with larger objects as he could with just one arm. It was not the most usual statement.

    “They were desperate for something else here. Bandits attacked my home village, killing most of my family and stole their bonded. They wouldn't risk something so simple as petty revenge.” Yn offered up to Mynx with a smile.

    She shook her head, her ears twitching. “Not only revenge. Pelt. They wanted to take. Worth small fortune.” Putting the last item away, she turned to Yn. “I not understand greed. Or desire for skins. My colony only took what needed to survive. There no wealth. All share.” She removed her armor, setting it on the ground, then stretched out her back and rolled her shoulders. “I ask question of person?” she inquired.

    “I'll have to fill you in on greed eventually. I still don't think it was just for your hide, but go ahead and ask your question. I'm free to answer.” Yn responded as he sat down on the ground, noting the girl having doffed her armor to stretch out her body.

    She kneeled, cringed lightly at the movement, but not liking to stand over him while she spoke. She then touched her chest, open palm pressing to her ribs. “When you speak to me, you make sound like purr...from here.” She patted the area where her hand rested. “It is calming...but how make? And why?” She stared directly into his golden eyes, his masculine form not lost on her with them being so close.

    “Ah, that's simple. It's like a natural accent, I think is the word. My old watch master had a bobcat sister, so anytime she instructed us was always with a half rumble in her chest. She taught me all I ever wanted to learn about guarding, so it became habit to talk like her.” Yn began, looking up to the sky for a moment in forlorn thoughts, allowing memories of the woman to pass over his mind, from the first time she met him, to the last meeting they had.

    “I'm a Dusha Kin, so talking like the beasts of the world is a second language to me, similar to English being second language to you. You kinda remind me of her bobcat sister. Really fierce and strong, yet had a natural curiosity to her nature when working with new guards.” Yn said, giving a half happy smile as he looked back to Mynx, lost partially in his memories of the woman.

    Mynx scoffed. “Not like bobcat...not scrawny beast.” But she smiled after she said it, dropping down onto her bent legs to sit in a fashion. She puffed out a breath, then looked towards the main fire as it slowly smoked the meat that hung over it. “Waste of meat,” she said, mostly to herself, her thoughts elsewhere. “I think I make Jamon sleep under stars, without warmth, and work until drop. Can’t trust to watch camp alone, but can stay up with to teach. Make too tired to sneak around.”

    She returned her gaze to Yn. “You punish Jezi also? Or not care that ward has interest in boy?” She raised her brows then tilted her head in interest. “You share pleasures...yes?”

    “Jezi has no interest like that in Jamon. If anything, she sees him like a younger brother, or akin to that. So I don't think punishing her will help with too much. Even if she was, as long as she remains under my service, she cannot bed another man.” Yn put up in his defense. The last bit of knowledge felt over shared, but at least Mynx seemed to willingly share. The last question she asked had him blushing rather heavily.

    “No, no no. I do not share pleasures. She and I barely know each other, and it would make no sense to do that kind of stuff.” Yn put up quickly, still feeling the red flush to his face.

    Mynx laughed softly, noticing his discomfort and deciding against further discussion into his personal practices to avoid his further embarrassment. She offered him a warm smile, thinking they were making good strides in their discussion, everything remaining civil this time. “I am glad Jezi keep to promise,” she stated. “Jamon not so smart. He wishes to find mate to take home to meet parents. Every woman a new chance.” She shrugged. “If only want friend, I not care. But he reeks of desire for different female. I not tolerate while he is mine.” She rose to her feet in a single fluid motion, looking out over the camp trying to locate her ward. She looked back over her shoulder at Yn.

    “We go find? Best talk before angry again.”

    “I agree with that. The boy is more interested in making a wife than friends. He has much to learn of the world.” Yn spoke, thankful that the woman had left the private questions for now. Standing with his right arm, he began looking around, quickly locating Faur and shortly Jamon with his brother. Thankful that both seemed mostly okay, Yn motioned to her and made way to them with Mynx by his side.

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    Default Part II--Tri-Op (Koti/Moon/Poppa)--Under the Stars

    Even with the dark of the night illuminated by the light the moon casted, Jamon could see the unmistakable figures walking his way. He immediately looked to Faur.

    “Master Faur, please speak to my owner as she approaches that I bravely killed an attacking roughian. I have concern that my owner might be seeking to punish me.” as Jamon nervously watched Mynx and Yn approach closer.

    Trying to put on a brave voice, Jamon spoke to the two as they neared.
    “Miss Mynx, I fended off an attacker of our camp and killed him. Miss Lupin, Master Faur and I protected this part of camp. Are the others okay Master Yn?” desperately hoping that Mynx was not there to punish him for being away from the tent when she awoke.

    “Finally got some use of that blade you carry?” Yn smirked as he looked at the man, his eyes locking with Faur for a few moments. It was a short conversation that had Yn chuckling to himself with the retelling of the story. He had to take it with a grain of salt, as Faur always changed his retelling a few couple of times. Moving closer to his brother he began inspecting him over, noting the few nicks and cuts under his fur. Thankfully the majority of the blood covering him was from other bandits.

    “Glad that you two made it out alive, and whole. Quite the night with the bandit attack.” Yn spoke up while patting Faur on the haunches.

    The chatter was all well and good, but Mynx was having none of it. The calm which she had barely managed as she walked to this spot was now gone, the smell coming off Jamon pulling all of her attention. There was no doubt he had killed, the scent of blood covered him...as did fear, urine, and Jezi. She moved closer, a low growl growing in her throat as she grabbed the boy by the front of his shirt, bringing his face to hers and inhaling deeply. She hissed, then threw him aside roughly.

    “I kill now,” she said, looking at Yn before reaching to lift the boy from the ground.

    As Jamon was dropped to the ground, an odd sensation came over him, part off the fact that he took a life, something that strangely had a satisfying sensation feeling, part in, was it anger, years of being pampered, having someone else handle his trouble as he walked off, now he was on the ground and looking up to the pretty woman who had owned him. As Mynx stated that she will now kill, Jamon rolled to the side coming to a crouch. He reached behind his back and slid the steel from the sheath along his back.

    With a look of more anger than fear in his eyes, he held his sword to his front. His teeth gritted with pent up anger and frustration, in his hand was the key to his power ran through his mind as he grumbled in a hesitant tone

    “Miss Mynx, gone is the helpless trinket I once was, do not force me to hurt a pretty girl.”

    The ocecat stopped in mid reach, surprised at this new turn of events. She snarled, baring her teeth. How dare he threaten her? She was his alpha. Not waiting to see if his intent held weight, she grabbed in quickly, his wrist in her hand in the blink of an eye. She twisted, diverting the blade away from her and brought her face in close again, her intense blue gaze penetrating his hazel.

    “Okay. Enough.” Yn stepped in, placing his hands above where Mynx was gripping the boy. With some effort he was able to separate and push them apart, keeping his hands on both of them. Glaring at the two of them he let out a sigh and looked to the ground.

    “Jamon, you're being a complete fool. From what I've been told you are beholden to Mynx not only as a servant, but also a squire to learn from. Raising a blade against both gives her the clear right to kill you on the spot, with both Faur and I as witnesses.” Yn instructed the young man, having to rely on his training from the war chief. He fixed his gaze on Myn next, trying to be both calm yet stern.

    “Mynx, you had already decided upon the course of action for young Jamon here. Don't let your base instincts change your mind and make things worse.” Yn instructed her, his tone softer than what he had used on Jamon. He didn't dare move his hands yet, not wanting to allow them to tear into each other.

    Having his steel easily knocked from his hand followed by the rather large man separating him and Mynx, Jamon simply bit his lower lip not looking to Mynx or Yn, however toward the sword on the ground. The horrible girl’s words drifting in his mind that should you draw the steel, it needs to be one with you, if you lose your steel, you are reborn.

    The words, Mynx’s hard stare and Yn mentioning it was Mynx’s right to end his life brought him back to reality. This time though there was no begging, no crying out for his protector, more a blank look replaying in his mind how he lost his steel. His tone flat as he mumbled
    “My apologies Miss Mynx.” still looking toward the sword on the ground.

    Mynx spat, the sound similar to air being forced harshly through her teeth, then allowed herself to relax in Yn’s grip. She looked at the tall man’s hand on her shoulder, then to his face...to his golden eyes. As for her ward, she ignored him and his petty remorse completely.

    “Can let go...I not kill...not today.” She then turned a glaring look to the spoiled prince. “You...will...learn obedience. Start now. You sleep under stars, no share warmth. You be like dog. Worked hard...little rest. See how much time have to woo girl then.”

    Jamon stood somewhat defiantly with his hands across his chest. Under the stars, how hard could that be, work hard, Sir Falstskog did all the time, in his thoughts, so why not do so himself. Jamon turned and stepped over to where his steel lay on the ground. If nothing more, the awful girl had instructed him that his steel was to be treated the same as his mate, whatever that meant. He reached to take the sword before slipping it back in the sheath across his back and looking back toward Mynx

    “I will show you Miss Mynx, I can sleep under the stars with no warmth. I am not a delicate trinket.” his features showing a defiance.

    “Good, now that we have that settled.” Yn spoke, looking between the two. They bickered like a badger and snake, always fighting for the land. He allowed a sigh as he crossed his arms, fixing both with a soft glare for a few moments before returning to Faur, glad that the moment had been settled. Hopefully this would be enough to teach the boy not to do anything errant or idiotic again. Of course he would inform Jezi of the situation, hopefully avoiding the problem that caused this in the first place.

    Mynx continued to look at the spoiled boy, shaking her head at his childish ways. He had no idea what it was like to sleep without a cover over his head, especially when the weather was not to his liking. She would enjoy his discomfort, most likely staying with him to ensure he did not try to make his way over to talk with Jezi. It was going to be a trying time for her as well, but at least sleeping outside was second nature for her. She would stay warm enough...or would seek it elsewhere.

    Turning to Yn, she touched his right shoulder lightly then moved into his field of vision. “I not plan to harm Jezi...so not worry. I take care of Jamon and try to not kill.” She smiled, her canine teeth exposed in humor and nodded her head to the Dusha Kin. “You are good man, but gentle. Big man should be fierce. Perhaps learn with age.” She patted him, then rubbed her cheek to his.

    “Thanks Mynx, but strength isn't everything. I don't believe I need to be a fierce man now.” Yn responded to the Ocecat. He patted her shoulder after she rubbed against him, knowing that getting her to rub against you was a treat. He appreciated it as he looked back to Faur.

    “I think it best that I attend to Faur and go hunt down Jezibel. Hopefully she is okay.” Yn spoke before moving towards the camp on the hunt for Jezi.

    As Mynx spoke to Yn, Jamon turned and headed toward the tent. ‘How hard is it to sleep under the stars, I have already killed someone, sleeping outside should be nothing to worry about’ drifted through his mind, paying no attention to Mynx or Yn now behind him.

    As he made his way to and entered the tent, he hastily grabbed the bed roll originally given to him by Balder when he was briefed before setting out. ‘Fine, sleep without my warmth’ drifted through his mind thinking it would be harder on Mynx not to have his heat to warm her through the night. He then stepped out of the tent taking a moment to survey the area trying to think of a good place where he could sleep, perhaps close to a fire, certainly not close to the stream.

    Jamon wandered toward the perimeter edge of the camp looking to the ground for anyplace absent of sticks or dirt clumps before opening the tarp over a leafy patch on the ground. He sat on the tarp looking around at the darkness surrounding him. From there he removed the sword sheath from his back and set it along the tarp so as to have quick access to it should he need it. That was the one thing that the awful girl had ingrained in him, that his steel was to be as his wife, never be without it, lose your steel, be reborn into something smarter. He still did not like that other girl, but with the encounter with the bandit, her constant tormenting him seemed to have been useful. His thoughts then drifted to Jezi, was she okay, the image of the first bandit with his throat slit came to mind. The pretty girl did seem to easily take that man’s life. Now that he too was a life taker, maybe he could protect her sometime too. As he was still in thought, the chill of the night had not yet taken it’s bite upon him.

    Left with only the red deer for company, Mynx gave the large creature a wide berth and snorted derisively in his direction. Another food animal that she couldn’t touch. She narrowed her eyes at the creature then turned her back on it, searching the area for Jamon. She located him soon enough, sitting on his fur along the edge of camp. Not the safest location considering the recent bandit attack, but what did she expect. She gave the large beast another glance over her shoulder, nodded slightly at it, then walked towards her ward. Time to start the training--this was going to be a long night.
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    Default ~ Selene's Intro feat. DNA ~

    Selene burst out of the bushes, halting for all but half a second, her wild blue eyes taking in the scene before her - the corpses, the blood, the bodies. Inhaling, she caught his scent, slowly disappearing into the unknown. Pushing off, ignoring everything else around her, the young woman raced forward to where a group of dead lay, jumping over what appeared to be a mage and sliding on her knees to the cold body of her master. A massive gash on his chest showed that the kill had been precise - Jameyson wouldn’t have felt any pain as his soul left his flesh, parting with it once and for all.

    Looking onto his face, twisted in a grotesque mask of pain and surprise, Selene felt a failure. She should have been by his side, should have taken that blow or protected him. She could withstand so much more than his fragile human body but he sent her away and she had, like a loyal dog she was, obeyed. He could have sent for her or came on his own, he should have. He brought this upon himself. Staring into his large green eyes, Selene tried to feel any sort of pain but she felt nothing, no tears coming to her eyes. He brought it upon himself, her mind reminded her as she slowly stood up, taking in the way she would forever remember her first master - dead due to his own stupidity.

    Backing up, she heard someone approaching, the realization that she was uninvited in enemy camp dawning upon her clouded mind. Growling under her breathe, Selene reached with her lefthand for her dagger, trying to keep her motions subtle as her senses went on high alert, taking in everything the night had to offer - the smell of sweat and adrenaline, the scent of the fire and blood. Once again, she wished her right arm was not in its sling, restricting her movements. Gritting her teeth, Selene let her instincts take over. If she was to die tonight, at least she would die free.

    Tristifer moved through the camp, having separated from Faur and the young couple. He moved toward his tent to gather the papers he pulled from the lockbox. He held his bow at his side, eyes roving across the quiet camp. Searching for movement in the light of the waning half moon.

    Her grip tightened around the handle of her dagger, coming close to her thigh. Blue eyes gazed across the enemy camp, nostrils flaring as she took in the scents, trying to understand the situation more. A cat, a mammoth, a giant - the last made Selene gulp in discomfort. That would be a problem, no matter how injured he was. Crouching lower into the shadows provided by the earth, the young Lycan started silently making her way around the edge of the camp, trying to figure out the best strategy. The scent of a human - sweaty and covered in dry blood - hit her hard, signaling that he was approaching. Freezing in her tracks, Selene prepared to attack her first victim.

    The archer stopped and frowned. Something felt off, tightening the grip on his bow Tris turned back the way he came. His eyes scanning the path back, as the human fought the assumption he was being followed by one of the youths. Tristifer called out, “Alright I know your there.”

    There. The man came into her view but Selene didn't move, steadying her heartbeat. In the dark, she could make out only his form, the crude outline of a bow in his hand. At the sound of his voice, she flinched. He was surely human, wasn't he? Did her nose betray her? He surely couldn't be more. The young girl breathed out - there was only one way to find out.

    A flick of her wrist and she was moving away to the side, away from her throw, silent as her fingers gripped for one of her throwing knives. She didn't see if her knife hit the mark, instead preparing for a second throw. A moon had three phases and so had her kill - she just made her first move.

    Seeing no movement, and gaining no response Tristifer turned back to the path before him. As he turned a knife grazed his chest. “Son of a bitch.” The human swore, his free hand diving into his arrow bag. Tris moved towards nearby cover even as he nocked an arrow. “So that was a nice try, for an amateur. You run away and you can learn to do better.”

    From the sound of it, he went for his arrows. Selene's lips twitched in a smirk, revealing her elongated canines. The game was on, if only she could use her right hand. Another flick of her risk and she started moving again, slowly coming closer, steadying her breathe and reaching for her third dagger - the last one. After that, she would be close enough for her sword. Come here, little sheep, she thought, looking out from behind the tree, her senses on high alert. Any more yelling from his part and his companions would come scurrying - like more sheep.

    The archer heard the second blade whiz past and cried out in agony. “That was better.” He growled turning his head to see if he could see where the blade landed. “Damn that stings.” He said keeping up the ruse.

    Third knife and he turned away from her. If she was fast enough, if she could get behind him and...Selene shook her head. Focus, she scolded herself. Biting on her lip, she inched closer, quietly, eyes focused on the man before her.

    Hearing the third thrown knife hit the tree he ducked behind, Tristifer stepped out behind the tree and fired his nocked arrow in the direction it came from. Moving to another tree the human again scanned his surroundings attempting to spot his attacker. His eyes crossed a figure and he froze, as if seeing a ghost; A confusing, impossible to exist ghost but one that caught him off guard.

    Their eyes met - her wild, angry blue ones and his surprised ones but not at all about to give up. Selene thought on her options - he had a bow, she was out of anything throwable. Her only option was close combat which was not about to go great. Gritting her teeth, she grabbed her sword handle with her right hand, her blood boiling from pain as her injured bones protested the effort. A drop of sweat formed at her temple but as she moved, her eyes never left him, prepared to act on his every action. Fourth blade - the new moon.

    Tristifer's head cleared and he dismissed the past rearing its ugly head. The archer took in the girl as she stood sword in hand watching him. Unable to help himself Tris shook his head, his hand slid into his arrow bag. He watched her close a confident smile spreading across his face.

    She sensed his hesitation though she was slowly starting to focus more and more on her internal pain. The throbbing in her arm made her shake a bit but she prayed no one saw. Her response to his grin was a wild grimace and low set growl. He killed her master - the man who raised her - and dared to look so smug. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” The words left her lips before she could help it, laced with anger and bewilderment.

    Tris laughed as she stopped, her confusion apparent in the the question she asked. “You ask that outside your attack range?” The archer pulled an arrow from its bag and studied the tip. “Are you really that stupid?”

    Selene growled, twirling her sword so that it was in front of her. The pain in her arm kept growing, slowly seeping further and further but she pushed it back, focusing on her adversary. Slowly, she inched forward, one step at a time, muscles tense, a wolf ready to pounce. “Tell me, human,” she spat the word out like it burned her tongue, “how many did you kill?”

    Tristifer shrugged, lowering the arrow. “More than tried to kill me, less then wanted me dead though. Are you going to question me to death? Cause i have places to be.”

    “You have a date in the afterlife?” Selene raised an eyebrow, stopping just out of her range. If need be, she would pounce.

    Tristifer choked up on his bow and used it to smack the girl on the top of her head. “Don't make threats you can't keep girl. If you thought you could win you'd have already struck. Find someone else to put you out of your misery.”

    Tristifer took two steps back then turned and started away from her. Inside he battled with himself unsure as to why her let her live, as well as the stupidity of turning his back on her. The archer strode on conflicted inside.

    With a howl of pain, Selene let her weapon slip her grip, bringing her arm close to chest. The pain had finally become unbearable, her bones giving in and seeming to develop a new crack. “Son of a bitch,” she hissed, blind to everything. The stupid bandit, even after death, made her his slave. This would be her end - weak, helpless and shot through the heart.

    Tristifer stopped as he heard her weapon drop. He turned and looked at her, slipping the arrow back into its bag. Bringing his empty hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Stupid fucking moron,” The archer muttered walking back to her. “Pick it up and sheathe it.” He ordered.

    Selene looked up at the man through the bangs of her hair. Her eyes blazed with wilderness - pain, anger and a lust for blood. His blood. Her mind was clouded from the ache in her arm, the throbbing loud and painful, almost as bad as it had been the night she broke it. Her breathing was a bit laboured but she tried to regain her composure. Why was he being nice to her? Or rather, why was she still alive?

    Her gaze fell down to her weapon, lying on the ground. Pick it up, he said. An order - she was good at following those. A careful thought floated in, barely alive, a shadow of an idea. He isn’t your master, it seemed to whisper but the pain and anger and frustration flushed it away. The world was divided into those who served and those who ruled - she was too weak to rule herself. Jameyson’s voice came back to her, his usual smirk in hand.

    “Come now, Selene, you know you are powerful. A very powerful tool. But you wouldn’t know what to do with that power. That is why you need a master to redirect your power away from self destruction. Girl, are you paying attention?!”

    The waiting gaze burned her, making Selene shudder just a bit. The man was still waiting for her to comply, to pick up her fallen weapon. Did he not want to kill her without a weapon in her hands? That could be it - some warrior thing - but he no longer had an arrow in his nimble fingers. Slowly, she started reaching down with her left hand, her lip twitching with pain each time her right hand moved involuntarily. As her fingers grabbed the hilt, Selene bit her lip in pain. Her vision went dark for a second and she felt a bit lightheaded. Forcing herself, she stood up, shaking. Now her head really spun, she had an urge to throw up and her vision. A second more and she fell, blacking out, the pain from landing on her arms simply enforcing the dark spell that devoured her.

    Tristifer watched the girl struggle with herself and then collapse. The human nudged her with a toe, receiving no response he pulled his leg back and let go. Anyone can pretend against a nudge but most still move away from a kick. When she didn't move the archer frowned, his hand gave a twitch near his arrow bag. As it stilled Tris’ head fell back and he bellowed to the sky above. “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKK!”

    Slinging his bow over his shoulder he leaned down and collected the girls weapon, sliding it into its sheathe. Slipping his arms under he he lifted her and carried her back the way he had came. Seeking out the gathering others, one of them can take her off his hands. The entire walk the human muttered to himself, explaining all the ways this behavior was stupid and how much of a dumbass he was.

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