Post by Northerner on Jan 11, 2011 23:26:06 GMT -5
The small group of bandits warily approached the small caravan. There were perhaps half a dozen covered carts, in a large clearing that appeared to be their current campsite. There were no horses to be seen- doubtless they had been taken off somewhere nearby to graze, as such suitable locations were hard to come by in the forested slopes of the mountain passes and supplies were a major consideration for making it through.
In the center of the camp there was set up a large fire pit, with only a single armored figure seated beside it. Fortunately for the bandits, the caravan had left only a single armored guard, while the rest of them had gone off on whatever other chores needed to get done. What was better, the armored figure seemed to almost sag where he sat, as though he were asleep. Perfect.
Slit the one guards throat, then either make off with as many valuable goods as they could or set up an ambush for the rest of his group. Easy profit. A pair of bandits crept toward the figure, intent on running him through before he had a chance to wake up and raise an alarm, the rest spread out among the wagons, pulling back tarps to get a look at the goods they carried.
Yet, just as the pair were drawing back swords to strike their death blow, there came a cry from one of the other bandits searching the carts. There were no goods inside, but the mutilated and rotting corpses of the dozen or so members of the caravan stacked up. What was worse, the bandit's cry had roused the lone warrior.
Slowly he rose, lifting the massive battle axe that rested at his feet. Several of the bandits who carried hand crossbows fired upon him. Though the majority clanged harmlessly off his armor yet even those that found gaps in his plate mail seemed to have no effect on the warrior. With unnatural speed, he lunged toward the two men who had originally sought to strike him down, who had begun backing off the moment he was roused. Swinging his axe before him, he felled them both with a single motion.
Within minutes, the battle was over. The warrior now had new bodies to stack within the carts. When that was concluded, he once again seated himself by the fire.
In the center of the camp there was set up a large fire pit, with only a single armored figure seated beside it. Fortunately for the bandits, the caravan had left only a single armored guard, while the rest of them had gone off on whatever other chores needed to get done. What was better, the armored figure seemed to almost sag where he sat, as though he were asleep. Perfect.
Slit the one guards throat, then either make off with as many valuable goods as they could or set up an ambush for the rest of his group. Easy profit. A pair of bandits crept toward the figure, intent on running him through before he had a chance to wake up and raise an alarm, the rest spread out among the wagons, pulling back tarps to get a look at the goods they carried.
Yet, just as the pair were drawing back swords to strike their death blow, there came a cry from one of the other bandits searching the carts. There were no goods inside, but the mutilated and rotting corpses of the dozen or so members of the caravan stacked up. What was worse, the bandit's cry had roused the lone warrior.
Slowly he rose, lifting the massive battle axe that rested at his feet. Several of the bandits who carried hand crossbows fired upon him. Though the majority clanged harmlessly off his armor yet even those that found gaps in his plate mail seemed to have no effect on the warrior. With unnatural speed, he lunged toward the two men who had originally sought to strike him down, who had begun backing off the moment he was roused. Swinging his axe before him, he felled them both with a single motion.
Within minutes, the battle was over. The warrior now had new bodies to stack within the carts. When that was concluded, he once again seated himself by the fire.
