Aynor scrambled backwards taken aback by the statue that now had suddenly come to life for no good reason and was depriving him from the much needed shelter.
Upon seeing Jalsinter and Avalyn, he unsheathed his swords and held them firmly, ready to strike.
"Did Tron the Terrible send you here? Are you working for that murderous lord knight too?" Frowned and demanded Aynor wearily
Upon seeing Jalsinter and Avalyn, he unsheathed his swords and held them firmly, ready to strike.
"Did Tron the Terrible send you here? Are you working for that murderous lord knight too?" Frowned and demanded Aynor wearily
Avalynn seemed pleased that her new friend had followed her; strangers with stories tended to grow on the woman and Jal had piqued her interest greatly. And of course the Way Watcher would prove to be interesting enough that she would restrain herself for as long as she could.
When the strange knight had first awakened, the mantis woman suddenly stepped backwards, her body lowering and the wings beneath her lower body creeping from under her shell. A low hissing crept from her throat as the woman prepared to lunge, but stopped as her companion moved to grab the Way Watcher.
Slowly, she watched their interaction, and she would be rather pleased that her humble little pebble had finally had some kind of effect- briefly, Avalynn pondered if he had aged like a sweet wine, better as the years went on, but decided that eating this one would too prove detrimental. Besides, she at least needed to know if he had remembered her stories. She had complained quite a few times about... underperforming prey. Knowing this ancient stranger could recall these stories would fluster the fae to a degree.
But when Aynor jumped out, the mantis altered her stance once more, bending back and picking her hind legs up; a quick response to aggression and threats, including her mouth beginning to salivate as a pair of pincers began to creep from inside her mouth. She gave a wicked hiss, slowly beginning her advance on Aynor, “I suggest you put those little swords away, Human.” The mantis had begun to creep her way towards him, her legs clicking on the stone pathway; briefly an eye moved to Jalsinter and this new stranger, the Way Watcher, and she offered a pleased grin in their direction, “Allow me to take care of this pesky little snack, yes? I’ll make it quick, certainly, so don’t trouble yourselves. I’m quite hungry as it is and I fear you strange creatures won’t make a very delicious meal...I’ll need the energy too while we travel.” She turned her attention to Aynor once more, her sharpened teeth and the pincers from insider her mouth clicking together, “Well, what kind of human are you? Northern, Southern? I tend to enjoy those from the South more...”
When the strange knight had first awakened, the mantis woman suddenly stepped backwards, her body lowering and the wings beneath her lower body creeping from under her shell. A low hissing crept from her throat as the woman prepared to lunge, but stopped as her companion moved to grab the Way Watcher.
Slowly, she watched their interaction, and she would be rather pleased that her humble little pebble had finally had some kind of effect- briefly, Avalynn pondered if he had aged like a sweet wine, better as the years went on, but decided that eating this one would too prove detrimental. Besides, she at least needed to know if he had remembered her stories. She had complained quite a few times about... underperforming prey. Knowing this ancient stranger could recall these stories would fluster the fae to a degree.
But when Aynor jumped out, the mantis altered her stance once more, bending back and picking her hind legs up; a quick response to aggression and threats, including her mouth beginning to salivate as a pair of pincers began to creep from inside her mouth. She gave a wicked hiss, slowly beginning her advance on Aynor, “I suggest you put those little swords away, Human.” The mantis had begun to creep her way towards him, her legs clicking on the stone pathway; briefly an eye moved to Jalsinter and this new stranger, the Way Watcher, and she offered a pleased grin in their direction, “Allow me to take care of this pesky little snack, yes? I’ll make it quick, certainly, so don’t trouble yourselves. I’m quite hungry as it is and I fear you strange creatures won’t make a very delicious meal...I’ll need the energy too while we travel.” She turned her attention to Aynor once more, her sharpened teeth and the pincers from insider her mouth clicking together, “Well, what kind of human are you? Northern, Southern? I tend to enjoy those from the South more...”
The warlords finally arrived with over fifty men at arms, the leaders having recruited any swords for hire available and managed to track down and close in on Aynor at last.
"We found you at last... ranger... there's no place for you to hide from us, even at this cursed forest... best you do as she asks and put your weapons away. You wouldn't want anyone else injured on your account after all..." noted Geriant causing Aynor to mutter a low curse and sheathe his weapons behind his back after his eyes quickly took a fast headcount, far too outnumbered to try to take anyone on.
Vortigern remained seated on his horse, a sly victorious smile across his face as Aynor gave up the fight already, though his hand held a loaded crossbow, ready to be fired, should Aynor try to make a run for it.
"Missy... meet Aynor the Slayer... I'd say he is an injured outlawed, a fugitive sentenced to death. A hunted dead man standing, waiting to become your meal if you'd still fancy a meal out of him. We won't kill him, if you'd rather go first... ladies always go first after all... more so if it will save us some running, more searching and some wasted arrows too" agreed Vortigern
"By all means, don't let us interrupt your supper... but be quick about it... missy... I'd like king Conrad and his fierce lord knight Pentre know that Aynor has been dispatched so we can claim our hefty reward before sundown... all I want is a token from him to prove to them he's dead." urged Alator
"If you'd rather give it a miss, then let us take him back to camp where we can dispose of him in our own ways... we do have many outstanding business and matters with him" offered Karadok cracking his knuckles and clearly thirsty for revenge.
"We found you at last... ranger... there's no place for you to hide from us, even at this cursed forest... best you do as she asks and put your weapons away. You wouldn't want anyone else injured on your account after all..." noted Geriant causing Aynor to mutter a low curse and sheathe his weapons behind his back after his eyes quickly took a fast headcount, far too outnumbered to try to take anyone on.
Vortigern remained seated on his horse, a sly victorious smile across his face as Aynor gave up the fight already, though his hand held a loaded crossbow, ready to be fired, should Aynor try to make a run for it.
"Missy... meet Aynor the Slayer... I'd say he is an injured outlawed, a fugitive sentenced to death. A hunted dead man standing, waiting to become your meal if you'd still fancy a meal out of him. We won't kill him, if you'd rather go first... ladies always go first after all... more so if it will save us some running, more searching and some wasted arrows too" agreed Vortigern
"By all means, don't let us interrupt your supper... but be quick about it... missy... I'd like king Conrad and his fierce lord knight Pentre know that Aynor has been dispatched so we can claim our hefty reward before sundown... all I want is a token from him to prove to them he's dead." urged Alator
"If you'd rather give it a miss, then let us take him back to camp where we can dispose of him in our own ways... we do have many outstanding business and matters with him" offered Karadok cracking his knuckles and clearly thirsty for revenge.
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