[b][i][u]Deserters[/u][/i][/b] [u][b]North Eastern Ollimand[/b][/u] [i]A trio of knights rode into the beginnings of the lush lands that wre Ollimand. At the head, was a middle aged woman with intricate black Armour and a flowing red cloak. [/i] [i][url=http://www.example.com]The woman had sharp features to her face, a sharp well defined chin and jawline with a sharp nose. Short brown hair flowed down to her shoulders and no further, as if afraid to ruin the aesthetic of her cloak[/url][/i] [i]Intricate lines were etched into her black Armour, and a very well crafted sword was sheathed at her hip.[/i] [i]The other two knights that rode behind her were similarly armoured, blackened steel with intricate lines. The cloaks were the only thing missing, and they had strong well designed helmets over their heads, covering their faces. [/i] "Elizabeth, we should rest. We're out of the desert." [i]The man toward her right, a knight by the name of Alexander, commented quietly as they rode into the trees, finding themselves on a beaten dirt path. [/i] "Alexander, if you were to desert a people that once looked to you as a savior, when would you rest?" [i]Elizabeth asked cooly, slowing her house down slightly so that she and him were side by side. [/i] "Only after I was certain that no one was pursuing, my lady. [i]Alexander quickly responded, nodding his head as he thought it through. [/i] "And are you certain that we are not being followed?" [i]Alexander stooped his head low, shaking his head and sighing lightly. Elizabeth didn't notice, instead saying, [/i]"Speak up now. No need to be nervous." "No, my lady, I am not certain we are not being followed." "Precisely... But, is it the wise thing to do?" [i]Elizabeth now gestured over to the horizon, where the sun had begun setting. A cold breeze blew past the group, causing Alexander to shiver slightly. [/i] "No, my -" "It is wise, Alexander. The night is dark, and full of terrors. Especially across the borders of Ollimand and Gelidius. We should find a cave, or set up a fire. A perimeter should do nicely, Gregor you have first watch." [i]Elizabeth rode her horse into a thicker expanse of trees, climbing off along with the knights. They spread out, setting up a camp.[/i] -------------------------- [i]Alric, The Bloody Witcher, Representative of the Dojo, and commander of a few dozen knights within its walls, paced around the courtyard in a stressed manner. [/i] [i]He was dressed in his usual light leather jacket a bad choice for the cold weather that had begun to set it. His hair messy and unkempt, with white blotches running through the otherwise black colour it was.[/i] [i]Ornaments decorated the jacket along the shoulder, neck area, hips, and several other points along his Armour. The center of his chest was exposed to reveal a Cat Head medallion in the center, attached to a necklace that went around his neck. The man wasn't tall in any regard, standing at 5 feet and seven inches, with golden cat like eyes and a curved blade sheathed at his hip. A second much straighter blade sat upon his back, just over his left shoulder.[/i] "You're certain?" [i]He asked, glancing over at the younger gentleman that stood still with his hands clasped behind his back. The man wore a leather armour, made for speed rather then protection. He must have been a scout, or something of the sort. [/i] "Yes sir. Elizabeth, Gregor and Alexander have abandoned the dojo. They were seen heading south, most likely to escape their duties." [i]Alric caused at the news, taking a seat beneath the cherry blossom tree and dismissing the man. [/i] [spoiler]Open! Talk to Alric for a contract if you want. Or, kill the knights and take their loot. Or kill the knights, then tell Alric. Your choice! [/spoiler]