"he's blind, Al'Aman. The sky is clear. there is no storm coming."
Al'Aman looked over his shoulder at the man behind him, the man stood there with his arms crossed, and a scowl creasing his heavily scarred face.
al'aman stood to his full, impressive height of 6'5'' and turned to face Maruus, his second in command with an equally severe scowl. The Bandit leader was tall and well-built, his skin leathery and tanned from exposure to the elements. He wore a ragged scarf over his bald head that once may have been a bright yellow, but had since faded and encrusted with years of grime, until it was closer to a grey-green. his clothes were similarly worn and grimy, a mix of aged cloth and heavily creased leather and a sleeveless old military flak-jacket. On one hip he wore a military sabre, the leather on the hilt was stained dark with sweat and blood. On the otyher hip was a meticulously maintained pistol.
"The man has been right about every prediction so far, Maruus. He was right about that ambush. he was right about the snake, too. He led us to this abandodned supply station." Maruus's expression lost some of it's intensity, but he still looked dubious. "There still isn't a cloud in the sky."
The two men were inturrupted by another voice from outside the supply shed as a man made his way in.
"The approaching storm is not one winds and rain."
just under six feet, the newcomer was similarly dressed to the other men, he wore a mix of faded and dirty army surplus and faded and dirty peasant clothes. Dirty dark-blonde hair hung over a faded blue stretch of cloth wrapped about the man's eyes.
"I believe it is a storm of events and change, a nightmare of energies and destruction, all swirling around a man. i believe he is very close, even as we speak."
"Oh, so now it's a man and not a storm?" Maruus laughed a little and leant against a stack of crates that contained various weapon and ammunition supplies. Al'Aman glared at the bandit and turned to the seer. "Any idea how far away? should i ready the men?"
"No, it is probably best if you come with me."
Without another word, the blindfolded man turned and left the supply shed, and the two bandits followed him out into the camp. Al'Aman gave quick orders to set up a secure perimiter and to watch for any approaching individuals before the three of them left camp, and headed north through the forest.
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"You look nervous, outlander." the female Hashishiyun said as she navigated her way through the bushes and ferns of the forest, picking the places with the least amount of dead leaves littering the ground. All her unconscious efforts of trying to move undetected were, of course, negated by the outlander making HIS way through the scrub as noisily as anyone not trained in the sneaking arts. He gave her a quick glance before his eyes went back to erratically scanning the forest about them.
"Forests and i have had a turbulent past." When she quirked her eyebrow silently, he elaborated. "They have tendancy to become sentient, and usually malicious in my presence." His eyes continued to dart about their surroundings nervously as she gave him an unbelieving glare. "This has happened before?"
"A couple of times, yeah." he said as he nearly stumbled on an exposed root. He stopped dead still for a few moments, waiting nervously. when nothing happened, he continued to follow her. "And how long does this transformation process usually take?" She asked in a sardonic whisper.
"Oh, a couple of decades usually."
"Then what is the problem?"
"The
usually part. rules always have room for exceptions."
"Shouldn't that be 'rules
usuallyhave room for exceptions." He gave her a good approximation of her scowl.
Adric opened his mouth to retort, but stopped when the woman raised her hand in a gesture for silence. The two crouched down in the brush, and adric slowly pulled a dark grey hood up over his head to obscure his distinctive and easily spotted crimson hair.
They crouched in the underbrush for a few minutes until three figures made their way stealthily into the area. One of the men, the one with a piece of cloth across his eyes stopped the other two.
After a moment's silence the blindfolded man spoke.
"I've only encountered anything like this in one man before. . .Come out and say hello Mad Adric"
ooc wrote:
headache and homemade pizzas force me to stop here - feel free to continue chaos!