((NightKaizer, I'm taking some liberties with the bandits' actions here. Let me know if you want them to do something else with Rook and I'll edit.))
The bandit before her sheathed his sword and smirked as he approached her with his rope as the others kept their blades leveled at her. "Not so tough now, huh, girl?" Rook recoiled backwards slightly, not so much from fear as from the stench of the man's breath. She did not answer, but lowered her hands and held them together before her, knowing a prisoner with hands bound in front had a good deal more freedom than one with hands bound behind.
And so he wrapped the rope around her wrists, pulling it tight so that already she could feel the blood flow to her fingers had been restricted. He jerked on the end of the rope then to drag her back to her feet and she struggled awkwardly to get up, gasping with pain as she put weight on her injured, bleeding leg only to fall down again within a few steps. Uncaring, the crew simply dragged her by the rope back across the sand toward the oasis.
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((What would Cordell find searching Grey? ))
Not noticing anything suspicious about Grey angling his foot, Cordell smirked at the glare from the man. Pleased at the reaction, he pushed it further as he went through Grey's things, "Don'tcha think her head'll look pretty decorating our camp?"
The bandit before her sheathed his sword and smirked as he approached her with his rope as the others kept their blades leveled at her. "Not so tough now, huh, girl?" Rook recoiled backwards slightly, not so much from fear as from the stench of the man's breath. She did not answer, but lowered her hands and held them together before her, knowing a prisoner with hands bound in front had a good deal more freedom than one with hands bound behind.
And so he wrapped the rope around her wrists, pulling it tight so that already she could feel the blood flow to her fingers had been restricted. He jerked on the end of the rope then to drag her back to her feet and she struggled awkwardly to get up, gasping with pain as she put weight on her injured, bleeding leg only to fall down again within a few steps. Uncaring, the crew simply dragged her by the rope back across the sand toward the oasis.
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((What would Cordell find searching Grey? ))
Not noticing anything suspicious about Grey angling his foot, Cordell smirked at the glare from the man. Pleased at the reaction, he pushed it further as he went through Grey's things, "Don'tcha think her head'll look pretty decorating our camp?"
((It's alright))
Silveris's face twisted into a snarl. "Don't you dare insult my mother!" He batted her flaming coat away and, as she was throwing her dagger at one of the bandits, he lunged at her from behind, grabbing her arms with his blazing hands, although he couldn't save the bandit, and the dagger pierced through the bandit's stomach.
Marcelle looked down at Sampson through narrowed eyes and walked away without a word because the bandits had finally caught the girl and if Sampson wanted to prove himself, now was the perfect chance, although in his state Marcelle doubted he could go very far.
Meanwhile, the bandits dragged Rook to a different tent, some distance away from Grey's, in case the two decided to plan some sort of escape together, and tied Rook down to a post, making sure to remove all the knives and sharp objects from the tent so she couldn't cut herself loose. Marcelle stepped inside.
"Well done. So you're the girl that was causing all the trouble in my absence. You and the telekinetic. Do I recognize you? From the village maybe? How pitiful. I thought we burned your entire family to ashes."
Silveris's face twisted into a snarl. "Don't you dare insult my mother!" He batted her flaming coat away and, as she was throwing her dagger at one of the bandits, he lunged at her from behind, grabbing her arms with his blazing hands, although he couldn't save the bandit, and the dagger pierced through the bandit's stomach.
Marcelle looked down at Sampson through narrowed eyes and walked away without a word because the bandits had finally caught the girl and if Sampson wanted to prove himself, now was the perfect chance, although in his state Marcelle doubted he could go very far.
Meanwhile, the bandits dragged Rook to a different tent, some distance away from Grey's, in case the two decided to plan some sort of escape together, and tied Rook down to a post, making sure to remove all the knives and sharp objects from the tent so she couldn't cut herself loose. Marcelle stepped inside.
"Well done. So you're the girl that was causing all the trouble in my absence. You and the telekinetic. Do I recognize you? From the village maybe? How pitiful. I thought we burned your entire family to ashes."
((Mirima, I believe it's meant to be a "jump-in" style RP, so sure! The way this is going... we might need her to avenge 1 or 2 of us. 
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Rook rested her head back against the post she'd been bound to and closed her eyes, fighting a wave of nausea from the combination of head trauma, exertion, and blood-loss. Both wounds were still bleeding and irritated by gritty sand and she shifted slightly, trying to find a less uncomfortable position with no luck. The wound on her calf was slowly staining the sand red beneath her, sapping more of her strength by the second.
Her eyes opened again when someone came near her, but she had trouble focusing on what he was saying. "...thought we burned your entire family to ashes..."
"You ... missed one," she managed in strained voice.
))Rook rested her head back against the post she'd been bound to and closed her eyes, fighting a wave of nausea from the combination of head trauma, exertion, and blood-loss. Both wounds were still bleeding and irritated by gritty sand and she shifted slightly, trying to find a less uncomfortable position with no luck. The wound on her calf was slowly staining the sand red beneath her, sapping more of her strength by the second.
Her eyes opened again when someone came near her, but she had trouble focusing on what he was saying. "...thought we burned your entire family to ashes..."
"You ... missed one," she managed in strained voice.
((Just a long knife. Grey doesn’t carry much))
((Sure, Mirima))
Grey hissed at Cordell.
“I’ll decorate this camp with your guts, bandit trash,” he snapped.
As soon as he said it, Grey channeled his telekinesis energy from his hands to his feet and aimed it straight for the long knife he had been carrying. It rose in the air and angled itself at Cordell’s face.
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Sampson stared after Marcelle as the bandit leader walked away. He was in no condition to fight just yet. Sampson leaned his head back and closed his eyes. Everything hurt. He knew the girl had been captured and was in one of the tents.
“I’ll kill you...later.”
((Sure, Mirima))
Grey hissed at Cordell.
“I’ll decorate this camp with your guts, bandit trash,” he snapped.
As soon as he said it, Grey channeled his telekinesis energy from his hands to his feet and aimed it straight for the long knife he had been carrying. It rose in the air and angled itself at Cordell’s face.
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Sampson stared after Marcelle as the bandit leader walked away. He was in no condition to fight just yet. Sampson leaned his head back and closed his eyes. Everything hurt. He knew the girl had been captured and was in one of the tents.
“I’ll kill you...later.”
Mirima lay under her makeshift shelter waiting for the sun to set so that she could proceed with her journey. Some days she wondered why she ever ran away the village at the edge of the desert - this heat and thirst was just ridiculous. But she had figured out how to survive pretty well. It was the avoiding of bandits that was tough.
Suddenly, she noticed a cloud of dust arising to her east. It started out small then rapidly increased in size. Eventually it became obvious that the cloud was drawing nearer and headed almost exactly in her direction.
"Horses, most likely," she thought, "And probably either bandits on them or behind them."
She didn't have enough time to dismantle the shelter and hide in the rocks behind her back. She sighed heavily. Her cards would have to be played just right.
However, she soon realized that the horses were riderless. A few had saddles, which indicated they would be followed by someone shortly. Although not excited to be on friendly terms with a bandit gang, Mirirma decides it's better than the alternative.
Trying to find the leader in a herd of runaway horses was difficult, so instead she focused on the whole. Sure enough, there was a single chord that connected them. She spun her instrument from her back and began to play and sing. At first it was a wild and free melody in keeping with the runaways. However, it quickly calmed down to a peaceful ballad, and the herd came to a stop not too far away.
The horses were obviously tired from galloping in such heat. She grinned and walked down to pat their noises and see if any could be ridden back to their camp. If not, she'd simply wait for the owners to show up - presumably within a few minutes if they'd had any horses left.
Suddenly, she noticed a cloud of dust arising to her east. It started out small then rapidly increased in size. Eventually it became obvious that the cloud was drawing nearer and headed almost exactly in her direction.
"Horses, most likely," she thought, "And probably either bandits on them or behind them."
She didn't have enough time to dismantle the shelter and hide in the rocks behind her back. She sighed heavily. Her cards would have to be played just right.
However, she soon realized that the horses were riderless. A few had saddles, which indicated they would be followed by someone shortly. Although not excited to be on friendly terms with a bandit gang, Mirirma decides it's better than the alternative.
Trying to find the leader in a herd of runaway horses was difficult, so instead she focused on the whole. Sure enough, there was a single chord that connected them. She spun her instrument from her back and began to play and sing. At first it was a wild and free melody in keeping with the runaways. However, it quickly calmed down to a peaceful ballad, and the herd came to a stop not too far away.
The horses were obviously tired from galloping in such heat. She grinned and walked down to pat their noises and see if any could be ridden back to their camp. If not, she'd simply wait for the owners to show up - presumably within a few minutes if they'd had any horses left.
The gag had worked its way loose enough for Grey to get in a retort and Cordell immediately brought his hand toward Grey's mouth, intent on fixing that, when the long knife seemed to come alive. Cordell jumped away from Grey and the knife with a curse. It seemed to him that his suspicions about the telekinetic ability being tied to Grey's voice had just been confirmed, not guessing that the man was actually controlling the knife with his foot.
He scrambled to pick up his club, suddenly a whole lot less cocky than he'd been a moment ago.
He scrambled to pick up his club, suddenly a whole lot less cocky than he'd been a moment ago.
Marcelle laughed at Rook's words, much to the other bandits' surprise and fear because their leader only laughed when he was making a kill, but instead of burning Rook to a crips, Marcelle dismissed a few bandits to help Silveris take down Jez before grinning at Rook.
"I like you. Bleeding to death but still full of spunk. I don't suppose it runs in the family because the rest of your village was rather, what's the word, squeamish? I'm impressed, arrow girl. You gave Sampson a tough fight, although I'm afraid he's obsessed with killing you now. But I might still have use for you yet. I think you need a little patching-up, don't you think? As for Mr. Telekinesis..."
Marcelle motioned for one of his bandits to clean up Rook's injuries before heading out the tent towards the place where Cordell had carried Grey, dispatching the two bandits who still had their horses to look for their other mounts, which Rook had cut loose from before.
"I like you. Bleeding to death but still full of spunk. I don't suppose it runs in the family because the rest of your village was rather, what's the word, squeamish? I'm impressed, arrow girl. You gave Sampson a tough fight, although I'm afraid he's obsessed with killing you now. But I might still have use for you yet. I think you need a little patching-up, don't you think? As for Mr. Telekinesis..."
Marcelle motioned for one of his bandits to clean up Rook's injuries before heading out the tent towards the place where Cordell had carried Grey, dispatching the two bandits who still had their horses to look for their other mounts, which Rook had cut loose from before.
After a quick look at the horses, Mirima heads back to pack up her belongings as best as possible. Already she can see two small tufts of dust in the distance. Hiding is of little use since her footprints lead back and forth between the herd and her shelter. She places her bag across her body and resets her instrument across in the opposite direction. Her large cloak is picked up from the rocks where it had served all day as a tent covering and is placed back over her head and shoulders.
With the horses calmed down, she finds it much easier to pick out the leader of the herd - a large black stallion. She pulls two lumps of sugar from her bag and heads in his direction, humming pleasantly all the way. If negotiations with the presumed bandits go sour, at least she'll be able to have some control over the herd. She strokes his face and speaks to him in a gentle, lilting way while letting him feast on the goodies in her palm.
With the horses calmed down, she finds it much easier to pick out the leader of the herd - a large black stallion. She pulls two lumps of sugar from her bag and heads in his direction, humming pleasantly all the way. If negotiations with the presumed bandits go sour, at least she'll be able to have some control over the herd. She strokes his face and speaks to him in a gentle, lilting way while letting him feast on the goodies in her palm.
Grey rotated his ankle and the knife swerved between him and the bandit. Then he twitched his other foot and the gag tugged away from his face. He spat on the ground beside him.
"What have you done with Rook?" he demanded.
"What have you done with Rook?" he demanded.
Crying out, Jez introduced her knee to Silveris's stomach to forcibly release his grip, but the damage had been done. Burned fabric falling away from her sleeves, several angry red burns were visible running up and down her skin. She fell to her knees, trying to pull a smile over teeth gritted in pain. "Guess I ought to watch my mouth on the battlefield," she said between shallow gasps. She bit back the urge to finish vocalizing her thought: should've expected you to get heated.
The world had begun sliding in and out of focus; seemed the burst of manic survivor energy had cost her more than she expected. Regardless, she turned her head up to Silveris to address him once more. A dozen more sarcastic remarks could've spilled out of her mouth, but in the end she only lifted her wrists up for him to tie. Lose with grace and you'll win another day, she told herself. And try not to scream when the ropes hit your burns.
The world had begun sliding in and out of focus; seemed the burst of manic survivor energy had cost her more than she expected. Regardless, she turned her head up to Silveris to address him once more. A dozen more sarcastic remarks could've spilled out of her mouth, but in the end she only lifted her wrists up for him to tie. Lose with grace and you'll win another day, she told herself. And try not to scream when the ropes hit your burns.
Rook was slightly surprised to hear she was to be patched up. She certainly wasn't going to argue with that, even if the other use he had in mind for her might prove unpleasant, she'd just have to deal with that later.
She eyed the bandit that had been left in the tent with her ... apparently to tend her wounds. He might be able to tend the wound on her calf without untying her, but not the one on the back of her shoulder. "Nice boss you got there," she said to him, voice sounding weary, waiting to see if he'd untie her.
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"Which one's Rook?" Cordell asked, holding his club defensively as he kept an eye on the floating knife. He caught site of their leader walking toward them and smirked again. Marcelle, he was sure, would put a quick end to this charade.
She eyed the bandit that had been left in the tent with her ... apparently to tend her wounds. He might be able to tend the wound on her calf without untying her, but not the one on the back of her shoulder. "Nice boss you got there," she said to him, voice sounding weary, waiting to see if he'd untie her.
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"Which one's Rook?" Cordell asked, holding his club defensively as he kept an eye on the floating knife. He caught site of their leader walking toward them and smirked again. Marcelle, he was sure, would put a quick end to this charade.
Silveris gasped as Jez's knee rammed into his stomach and he backed away, rubbing the bruise that he was sure was blossoming across his abdomen, but his fire touch seemed to have weakened the cloaked girl enough for her to surrender and he instantly gestured for the surrounding bandits to tie her wrists and bring her back to camp.
"Glad you finally noticed to keep your mouth shut. Because the next time you talk, I'll be sure to cut your tongue out."
Meanwhile, the bandit that had been left to tend to Rook's wounds stared at her uncertainly, a roll of bandages in one hand and a wet cloth in the other, although he supposed he was lucky he hadn't been assigned to take care of the intruder with magic, but he still thought it would be better if he had a bit of back up.
He jumped at Rook's voice, unsure of what to say.
Marcelle slipped into the tent to find Cordell and Grey facing off with each other, a knife hovering in the air between them and Cordell holding a club defensively, and the bandit leader stepped forward to stare at the two of them with a curious tilt of his head.
"Well, well. Look who we have here."
"Glad you finally noticed to keep your mouth shut. Because the next time you talk, I'll be sure to cut your tongue out."
Meanwhile, the bandit that had been left to tend to Rook's wounds stared at her uncertainly, a roll of bandages in one hand and a wet cloth in the other, although he supposed he was lucky he hadn't been assigned to take care of the intruder with magic, but he still thought it would be better if he had a bit of back up.
He jumped at Rook's voice, unsure of what to say.
Marcelle slipped into the tent to find Cordell and Grey facing off with each other, a knife hovering in the air between them and Cordell holding a club defensively, and the bandit leader stepped forward to stare at the two of them with a curious tilt of his head.
"Well, well. Look who we have here."
Some ways across the desert, away from all the commotion and the bandit-controlled oasis, the two bandit riders finally spotted their cluster of runaway horses and the figure standing next to the lead stallion, possibly feeding him something to make him so calm.
The bandits slowed their mounts to a trot and cautiously drew closer to the figure, drawing their swords in the process and glaring down menacingly at the girl, who was carrying an odd instrument along with a bag that the bandits wondered if they could steal.
The bandits slowed their mounts to a trot and cautiously drew closer to the figure, drawing their swords in the process and glaring down menacingly at the girl, who was carrying an odd instrument along with a bag that the bandits wondered if they could steal.
Mirima can hear the two men approaching from behind and notices when they slow their horses. There is also the quiet, but distinct, sound of swords being drawn. Definitely bandits. She turns the large horse every so slightly to keep it between them and herself.
"Gentlemen." She swallows again and forces herself to smile to keep her voice even and pleasant before turning to face the bandits, "Your horses, I assume? Shame they've been running breakneck in this heat. Mighty fine thing that I was here to stop them. But if I'm honest, I'd be more at ease if you approached in a more neighborly fashion." She gestures with her eyes to the drawn swords.
Her voice trills along with a musical quality as she speaks, but it's impossible to really tell whether she's singing or if it's her accent or the manner in which she accentuates certain syllables. Whatever it is, it has a certain starry night sky feeling to it.
"Gentlemen." She swallows again and forces herself to smile to keep her voice even and pleasant before turning to face the bandits, "Your horses, I assume? Shame they've been running breakneck in this heat. Mighty fine thing that I was here to stop them. But if I'm honest, I'd be more at ease if you approached in a more neighborly fashion." She gestures with her eyes to the drawn swords.
Her voice trills along with a musical quality as she speaks, but it's impossible to really tell whether she's singing or if it's her accent or the manner in which she accentuates certain syllables. Whatever it is, it has a certain starry night sky feeling to it.
The bandits were surprisingly gentle with Jez, or at least she thought, considering she'd felled two of them in moments. Perhaps they thought the tightly bound ropes, scraping across the burns on her wrists each time they tugged her along, were punishment enough. They took her to the edge of their tents and shoved her in the closest one.
Jez landed on her side a foot or two from Rook and stayed there, eyes half open. Her eyes refused to adjust to the tent's darkness, so she just lay where she was, ready to keep up with whatever conversation she'd just unceremoniously interrupted by falling there.
Jez landed on her side a foot or two from Rook and stayed there, eyes half open. Her eyes refused to adjust to the tent's darkness, so she just lay where she was, ready to keep up with whatever conversation she'd just unceremoniously interrupted by falling there.
((Guys I might not get on a lot because of school and that. So I might get on at 6:00 or 5:00 Something. Also, welcome Mirima 
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I was at camp still a prisoner. But like a bunch of prisoners just got here. Two prisoners were in a tent next to me. So pretty much I was a prisoner and no one could break me out unless.
So my plan was to ask a prisoner to get off the collar off of me but it was very strong so they needed to have something strong. And once I was free I'd round up the prisoners and well turn into a dragon and they'd on my backs and we'd escape. But the only was I had no wings and the bandits might shoot me down.
The bandits guarding my tent would leave and so I'd get up from my tent and look around outside if the coast was clear. It was clear. So I started to sneak into the neck next tent to me. I'd enter and see A woman and A woman with long brown hair and some armor. "So this might sound crazy but if you can take this collar off of me then I can turn into a dragon and we'd all be free, please?" I'd a plea to them with my hands in an amen symbol.
))I was at camp still a prisoner. But like a bunch of prisoners just got here. Two prisoners were in a tent next to me. So pretty much I was a prisoner and no one could break me out unless.
So my plan was to ask a prisoner to get off the collar off of me but it was very strong so they needed to have something strong. And once I was free I'd round up the prisoners and well turn into a dragon and they'd on my backs and we'd escape. But the only was I had no wings and the bandits might shoot me down.
The bandits guarding my tent would leave and so I'd get up from my tent and look around outside if the coast was clear. It was clear. So I started to sneak into the neck next tent to me. I'd enter and see A woman and A woman with long brown hair and some armor. "So this might sound crazy but if you can take this collar off of me then I can turn into a dragon and we'd all be free, please?" I'd a plea to them with my hands in an amen symbol.
Rook watched the bandit's indecisiveness, precious seconds slipping away. He looked to be a few years younger than herself... just about the same age as Danny.
"I promise... I won't bite you," she said, closing her eyes and leaning her head back against the post again. Just for a few moments... she told herself, drowsiness threatening to claim her. She was on the verge of giving in to it when something.. no.. someone landed beside her.
The woman that had tried to come her aid. Now she was a prisoner too and it seemed at that moment to be Rook's fault. "I'm sorry," Rook said, though so quietly Jez might not even hear her.
"I promise... I won't bite you," she said, closing her eyes and leaning her head back against the post again. Just for a few moments... she told herself, drowsiness threatening to claim her. She was on the verge of giving in to it when something.. no.. someone landed beside her.
The woman that had tried to come her aid. Now she was a prisoner too and it seemed at that moment to be Rook's fault. "I'm sorry," Rook said, though so quietly Jez might not even hear her.
My heart sank when she said, "Am sorry." I'd turn to go back to my tent.What went wrong? The bandits came back to there posts and well my plan failed. Then since I was so sad and well tired I went asleep.
Grey hesitated, wondering if it was a good idea to reveal Rook's name, especially now that the bandit leader had just stepped into the tent.
It won't matter now anyway, he told himself.
"The girl with the arrows," Grey growled. "And I swear, if she's dead, I'll kill every single one of you." He paused, then said, "Actually, let me rephrase. If any of the others are dead, I'll hang you in your own lassos."
It won't matter now anyway, he told himself.
"The girl with the arrows," Grey growled. "And I swear, if she's dead, I'll kill every single one of you." He paused, then said, "Actually, let me rephrase. If any of the others are dead, I'll hang you in your own lassos."
"Don't mention it," Jez said raggedly. She tried to make eye contact with Rook, but she remained out of focus. "Wrong place at the wrong time." She made a feeble effort to sit up and look at the bandit in the tent with them. Best not to poke him for the time being.
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