An armoured Klyros slumps on the ground, his body wracked with the pain and fatigue of Dakkru`s Curse, his two comrades soon joining him in their return to the world of the living: Khywe of the Klyros Junction, and Enecota of Elemental Light.
All three bloodied from battle.
Jarexia spits on the ground and curses the trio who attacked them.
It had been a relatively simple trip: a sack full of platinum ore to be sold in Ojaveda.....
but something hadn`t felt quite right.
It had been all too long since he`d seen his old friend...and the Fenki hadn`t been the same recently. Fallen in with a bad crowd.
So he`d asked about and hired Khywe and Enecota as bodyguards...
Khywe says: sounds like a deal.
Enecota says: yes
Khywe says: we Klyros help each other out, you know that.
Jarexia says: I have a...bad feeling about an old friend of mine.
Jarexia says: Well, the three of us should be okay.
Khywe says: well, let's go then!
Jarexia says: We`d best stick to the road...and not stray too close to that damned camp.
Enecota says: hope not just payed my ticket into DR
Jarexia says: You`re welcome. Now...let`s keep our eyes peeled.
Jarexia says: How about one of you take the lead? That *is* what I`m paying you for.
But no sooner had they made their way along the road to the boulders known as the Fallen Lovers, and three cloaked figures crested the hill...
One towered over the other two, a leather cloak over bulky armour and a cloth across his helmeted face. Sabers in his hands.
Another was clearly a Klyros, like Jarexia himself and Khywe. Again cloaked and his face concealed, but nothing could hide those wings.
The third was a slim figure...a Fenki? Dressed in a hooded cloak, a mask over her face...the clatter of weapons under her robes, and the obvious bulges of long scabbards. Not Kaisa...she never used swords.
Orgonwukh shouts: Halt!
Jarexia says: What is this?!
Khywe says: what do you want?
Orgonwukh says: We take the delivery, that is.
Jarexia says: I think not.
Enecota says: How kind of you
Khywe says: I don't think so.
Enecota says: haha
Jarexia twirls his axes
Nyarimius nods and eyes the three coldly.
Orgonwukh says: Eh, just hand it over, then we are done. Noone gets hurt.
Khywe says: how about you leave us alone and no one gets hurt?
Jarexia says: I mined this myself. My own blood and sweat. I`ll hand it over to no one.
Karnafe says: there could be more blood and sweat if you dont
Enecota says: you can get tria from doing some work to Reffitia
Orgonwukh says: Shut it! Last warning. Give it to me. NOW!
Nyarimius snickers.
Jarexia raises his axes.
Khywe looks angry
And battle was joined.
Axes raised, Jarexia had charged the biggest of the would-be robbers, fully expecting to cross blades with him...only for the brute to retreat, casting bolts of magic at him. For such a big warrior, he was agile and Jarexia couldn`t land a blow. Concerned for his comrades he turned back, hoping to at least cleave one of the other attackers, only to succumb to the magical assault. Dakkru took him, but not before he felt the thieves depriving him of the sack of ore and several of his goods.
Khywe says: you really killed him!
Khywe says: how dare you!
Death Guardian says: You have died, it may be in your best interest to unburden yourself before crossing into the land of the living again. Dakkru curses those who pass through her realm as a reminder of the value of caution.
Let this be a warning to others. There are dangerous bandits roaming the wilderness and even with bodyguards and the finest of blades you may not be safe.
OOC: thanks to all involved, it was brief but fun. And I know Jarexia`ll be out for revenge.
