Blood in the old world

he sighs and shakes his head

they feel like they are being watched.

"You should probably get your men ready if you suspect an attack"

She looks upon the camp with curiousity.

"Good"

--

*She hears rustling from a nearby tree*

she quickly grabs out her bow pointing at the rustling.

"It doesn't take long to string a bow"

---

*She sees a Waywatcher pointing his own bow at her*

"What are you doing here?"

"I am keeping watch, what is your business here?"

"Non of your business savage."

"Savage? Look to your own people before you go calling the rest of us savages"

"To be honest I don't exactly like my own people either, but at least I don't worship trees and only care about one forest." she says her arrows pulled all the way back,"I'm only going to warn you once. turn back."

"I care for my people, this forest protects us and allows us to live in relative peace unlike you High Elves and your cousins. Now leave before you make a mistake you won't live to regret"

"I Can't afford to be caught so I cant leave ."\
after saying that she fires her arrow grabbing out her blade

*He looses his own arrow and they clash in midair before he too unsheathes his sword*
"Are you trying to get caught?"

--

*Gwyddion leaves Henry to his own devices and wanders off toward his little camp on the hill. Listening out for strange noises*

She clashes with his blades parrying him and pushing him against the tree
"I told you to back off ."
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Gareth walks up to the other knight."We may have company, look over there." he points to tree rustling violently.

Henry and Emhyr notice this, drawing their weapons

*He counter attacks quickly, forcing the high elf back*

"This land is ours, surely you understand the concept of patrolling your borders and watching potential threats?"

--

*Gwyddion is already stringing his bow*

She counter attacks him again pulling him down falling with him on top of him grabbing her sword about ready to strike looking up to see the humans looking at them and merely uses her blade to make him look at them as well.

they notice the knights are now approaching as are several soldiers

*He withdraws his sword from against her chin*
"I know a place, it's not far, we can outrun them"

"And what get killed by your brothers and sisters?"

Henry: ELVES OF THE WOOD! WE MEAN THE FOREST NO HARM! I ASK THAT YOU SHOW YOURSELVES, SO WE MAY SPEAK!

"I'm a Waywatcher, I work alone. Promise not to backstab me and I'll make sure we can resolve this dispute"

Having not gotten a response, Henry does something unexpected. He drops his weapon, obviously on purpose

"Grrr fine...." she lets go of him getting up "Lead the way."
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henry sees a familiar green cloak.

"Run"
*He breaks into a sprint guiding her toward Athel Loren*

She scoffs as she follows him into the woods.
----
the cloak disappears in the woods.

*Gwyddion looses an arrow, narrowly missing the Shadow Warriors leg*

She sees the arrow almost hit her and she grabs out an arrow firing it out at the archer hitting Gwyddion in the leg.

He sighs
"Sigmar dammit"

*She hears him swear rather loudly before another arrow brushes past her*
--
Waywatcher: Don't turn! Keep running, he can't hit us once we enter the forest

she continues to run away following the waywatcher.

*A few moments later and they are masked by the forest. He guides her to a small camp built into a fairly large tree*

"Make yourself at home, the other Elves rarely come near here"

the messenger leaves

The next day the beast lord is gathering his men together

Vorga's men are already good to go

The shamen seeks out vorga

He's relaxing by a tree one of the soldiers that was captured hanging by hooks imbedded in his hands and back from the tree blood driping into vials below him

Vorga: good morning shaman

"Red sun rises, human. The blood god looks kindly upon us this day"

Volga: i hear them in my dreams sometimes (stabs a hook in the soldiers foot increasinf the bloodflow)

"Then you are unusually blessed"

Vorga: many say they are that few can prove it (hook in the other leg, note this guy is still alive bearly)

"Aye they do. The beast lord wishes to put the castle to the sword, reduce it to rubble"

Vorga/ bit of a waste but not like we can hold it (grabs his nut bag(mind out of gutter) ) almost out of nuts.

"Quite. We are almost done here in the south"

OOC: *Gasp* What if his "but bag" I made from the severed scrotums (Scroti?) of his enemies? XD
Sorry....

Vorga: great then if she agreed we can meet half way