Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140616183608/@comment-5735114-20140620203415

("Gary, you are going to finish your dessert, and you are going to like it!")

The mage camp silently ate bits and pieces of the rabbits Talsakr and Anearil gathered from their less than successful hunting trip. They all pretended to be grateful for the food and enjoying themselves, but rabbit wasn’t the venison they could have had. Still, at least there was a fire tonight due to the lack of snow, so they could eat their meat cooked.

As they all chewed on their meat, Eldoril played with some flames in his hand, making sure to keep it away from the precious meat. That was generally a sign he was relaxed or feeling better than usual overall, so Talsakr decided to take the chance.

“Say, Eldoril, Anearil and I talked about attacking the bandit camp that those before came from. There isn’t any snow tonight, so their footprints’ll be easy to see, and they won’t be expecting a nighttime attack.”

Eldoril slowly looked up.

“Talsakr, how many times do I-“

He was interrupted by Anearil, who added, “Plus, they were hardly organized or skilled. It took them way too many arrows to kill one animal, we’ve no chance of getting harmed.”

Eldoril sighed, and glanced at the other mages. They seemed to be siding with Talsakr, as they hadn’t spoken out against the idea.

“Very well…” he said after a long pause.

Talsakr became overjoyed, and rushed away to his tent to see if he needed anything in there, of which he didn’t have much anyways. The rest of the mages walked back to their respective tents, chattering excitedly. They weren’t as enthusiastic as the Nord, but it had indeed been a while since they had been out and about.

After a few minutes, they gathered around the campfire, which was already getting dim due to the cold that surrounded them and the lack of wood to tend it with. As they all circled around the low flame, Eldoril silenced them with a motion of his hand.

He sighed, running his fingers through his hair. There were enough things that could go wrong to avoid doing this. “Just… be careful…”

With this inspiring speech in their minds, the small procession climbed down the mountain, many for the first time in months. When they all finally managed to clamber down, it was clear that they were now accustomed to the higher mountain air, and the increased amounts of heat and oxygen present were welcome.

Talsakr and Anearil then led the group over to where they’d seen the bandits, and sure enough, their footprints were there, along with the large mark of the fallen animal. As they followed the prints under the light of the moon, Eldoril preferring not to use fire to avoid getting detected, they slowly saw a small bandit camp encroach over the horizon.

It was almost a pitiful thing, three tents constructed poorly at best, scattered awkwardly around a campfire. Anearil summoned her bow, and the rest of the mages with the exception of Eldoril got ready for combat as well. Talsakr drew his sword slowly, taking great care to avoid making much sound. As there were three tents, it was quickly decided that they split up to kill all the bandits in the shortest amount of time.

Talsakr and Anearil took the largest tent, having had the most close combat experience recently, and being most used to the climate of the sea level. Eldoril wanted to go with them, but they argued that his fire would burn everything down, so he went with some of the other mages with a bound sword in hand.

As they crept towards the bandit’s tent, Talsakr and Anearil heard a low growl, which sounded almost inhuman. Whether that made them scared or even more excited was a matter for debate.

<p class="MsoNormal">Eldoril snuck into the closest bandit tent, followed by two other mages. He was not the best sneak, and the tent made a ruffling sound when he entered. That, combined with the crunch of the snow beneath his feet as he walked was enough to wake one of the bandits, a skinny pale Nord with hardly any facial hair. He must have been ashamed.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Is that you, Garv-- no it isn’t!”

<p class="MsoNormal">The Nord was snapped out of his sleepy trance by the bright purple sword missing his face by inches as he rolled over, revealing burn marks on his back. He didn’t get far, though, as an ice spike pierced his head. The blood slowly oozed out on the translucent blue projectile where it protruded from on the other side of his head. His scream stirred the rest of the tent, and they were all quickly eliminated.

<p class="MsoNormal">Talsakr slowly opened the flap of the tent to see a behemoth of a man, sleeping on the ground as it seemed no bed acquirable by bandits was enough to support him. Creeping over, Talsakr was startled by a loud snore that suddenly emanated from him. He would have died quickly, as Anearil drew her bow and Talsakr aimed a stab to the neck, but one of his bandits screamed something and that woke him quickly.

<p class="MsoNormal">Yelling out in surprise as the first thing he saw was a sword in front of his face, Garvut quickly tried to stand up, which was not something he could do. So, instead, he grabbed the sword, his fiery hands slowly melting the metal, and it took long enough for him to see the foolishness of the move that a mixture of blood and molten metal dripped down towards his face, and he rolled out of the way, releasing the sword. A purple arrow missed him by inches.

<p class="MsoNormal">Garvut stood up, stark naked as any clothes combined with his girth could cause some severe night sweats, even in the cold of Windhelm. Ignoring the shock and disgust of his two intruders, he charged at the one who snagged his attention the most, which happened to be Anearil due to her shiny, sparkly purple bow.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Get out!” he roared, despite not giving her much chance to as he ran forward, flaming fist raised above his head in preparation for a punch.

<p class="MsoNormal">Anearil shrieked in fear and tried to run, but her feet seemed to stay frozen in place, picking the worst time imaginable to do so. All she could do was watch as the behemoth approached her, and swung his fist…