Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140210211511/@comment-24123288-20140215172832

Mikasa continued her journey through the forest. Little did she know that she was going the complete wrong way and was heading more towards Skingrad than Cheydinhal.

The Breton scratched her head and paused to look around her. All she could see was an ocean of trees spread out all around her. The smell of pine and grass hung in the air, making everything feel fresh.

''I’ve got to get home… Tell Veneficus and Nepht about what has happened to Petra. ''

She continued walking for what felt like days but it was really only a couple of hours at most.

Mikasa was absorbed in thought as she found a trail and began to follow it in the vain hope of finding a main road, or even a sign to tell her where she is.

''Petra. How am I going to show you Kaizen is wrong? How wi- ''

The Breton whipped round, drawing her sword as the snapping of a twig broke her concentration.

“Who’s there!?” She called out into the trees, growing frustrated when nothing called back to her. The Breton took a few, cautious, steps forward with her sword raised and pointing towards the trees in front of her.

“Hello?”

Still no reply.

Mikasa was on edge now. No creature was going to get the best of her, or kill her when she had the powers of shadows on her side.

''It has to be a monster or an animal! A man or mer would reply, wouldn’t they? ''

Unfortunately for the Breton, she realised all too late that some men and mer would definitely not reply.

Her world exploded into pain as she was struck on the back of the head. Stars erupted on her field of vision as she staggered, turning round and clutching her new wound. Her gaze fell upon two figures. One was an Imperial like Petra and Veneficus, and the other was a Bosmer.

“She’s resilient.” The Bosmer stated to his Imperial companion. “Hit her again.”

The Imperial, who was taller than average and more well-built than most of his kind nodded without a word and, faster than Mikasa could react, struck her across the face with nothing but his fist. This sent her spinning to the floor and her sword went flying from her hand, landing beside the Bosmer. The Wood Elf smirked as he reached for the blade and picked it up.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Odd looking sword you’ve got here…” His voice echoed through Mikasas mind as she struggled to remain conscious for the second time today. She heard his boots crunch across the grass as he walked over and crouched beside her.

<p class="MsoNormal">“She a mage or somethin’?” The Imperial asked.

<p class="MsoNormal">“She might just be, Bellator.” The Wood Elf replied.

<p class="MsoNormal">“We gonna take her back then Sanzo?”

<p class="MsoNormal">Sanzo the Wood Elf chuckled sinisterly. “Oh yes. We’ll take her back to our base. Mages fetch for a higher price alive than dead in the Imperial City.”

<p class="MsoNormal">The last thing Mikasa heard before the world faded to darkness was the laughter of the two Mage Hunters as Bellator picked her up and carried her off…