Deep in the woods.

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Isis Raven

Isis Raven

Death's Love
Throughout the woods, laughter could be heard. It echoed throughout the land, twisting and turning through the trees, and all the shrubbery. The birds in the trees quited down, and the animals all around became silent. A woman clad in a green celtic gown could be seen here and there, her dark red hair lightly swaying behind her in the wind. She hand a vine of thorns with a rose around her right wrist, a chain around her left. She walked through the woods, following no known path. Everything around her seemed to brighten up, the shadows danced at her presence. Her green eyes peered out ahead of her, focusing on nothing. She just strode through the woods, taking in all the sites of nature.
If she was to wander upon some travelers, what would there reaction be of her. Would they stand in an aww of her beauty, or would they find her to be threatening.
 
There was an ox cart moving at a slow but steady pace along one of the more passable roads through the woods. The trees and undergrowth either side of the road were thick and visibility more than a handful of yards from what was little more than a dirt track, was poor. The cart's driver wore a grey cloak, and his hood was pulled forward to obscure his face. As a result his vision was not perfect, especially in the periphery, so he kept looking to the side.

There was a crossbow, loaded and ready to fire, resting upon the wooden seat beside the driver. He was clearly expecting trouble of some sort. The cart's cargo looked to be of little interest to bandits, but appearences can be deceiving and the bales of staw perhaps hid something more interesting. The driver was whistling a tune as he guided the ox with the occasional tug upon the yoke, or prod with the stick in his other hand.
 
Having seen this ox driven cart heading her way, she stepped out of the shrubbery. Her green eyes catching the sunlight, as she watched closely. The celtic type gown swayed lightly in the cool breeze, as she was careful about how she appeared to the driver. Well that is if he seen her, though she was unable to see the face of the man. Keeping her hand a fair distance from the hilt of her sword, she waited for the cart to get closer.
 
The cart carried on along the track until it was about twenty feet from the woman. Then the driver pulled upon the yoke and brought the oxen to a halt. The cart stopped with a groan, and the man looked up to the woman. He pulled his hood back alittle so she could see his face, and then smiled. His face was young looking and he had the wispy beginnings of a red beard.

"You look like you're a long way from home", the main said in a soft, friendly voice.
 
Nodding to the man, she just smiles. " Yes I am a very long way from home. " Her dark green eyes studies him, making sure he wasn't up to anything sneaky. Moving a bit closer to the cart, her dress flowing around her feet as she walked. "So where's the nearest village?" She was curious to how far she had to travel to find sanctuary, a place to rest.

(Not much.. sorry)
 
"I passed through one a few hours ago, but it wasn't much of a village. A few ramshackle homes and a barn. I'm heading to a small town. I'll be there by sunset. Its on the river so its quite large and you could get transport to almost anywhere from there." He liften up the crossbow and placed it in the wagon behind him then motioned to the seat.

"Feel free to join me. Its better than walking." He pulled back his hood and offered her a smile. He was young, barely much older than eighteen. His hair was vibrantly red and was cut ack to just above his ears.

((Don't worry about it. Size doesn't matter. At least not in RP. When it comes to cakes thats another story.;)))
 
Moving to the side of the cart, she lifts the front of her skirt. Climbing up into the cart, she sits where the crossbow once laid. Adjusting the sword at herside, she smiles. "Thank you, I really appreciate the ride" Reaching up with her right hand, she lightly pushes away some strands of red hair out of her eyes. Smoothing her hands down her skirt, she sits back. What laid ahead of her? Where was destiny leading her.. Well that was only going to be a surprise to her, many things lied ahead on the path.
 
"I am Gerran. There is a canteen of water on the top of the straw back there if you are thirsty." He said and set the cart moving again. Seemed strange to find an armed girl in a dress not really condusive to travel, walking through a fairly deep and dark forest. But then most people would consider his cargo to be fairly out of the ordinary, if they had any idea what he was carrying.
 
Nodding her head, she looks back to see the canteen. Reaching back for it, she grabs hold of it. Bringing it to the front, she opens the cap. Placing the canteen to her lips, she takes a sip of the water. Replacing the cap, she turns to set the canteen back in it's resting spot. "Thank you for the water.." She wasn't one to say much to those she knew nothing about, but that might change for all she knew.
Turning her head, she looks at him. What did he really do, he couldn't be someone who just drove a cart. Moving things from one place to another, he had to have a hidden agenda. Smiling, she didn't let one thought cross through her eyes. "So is this all you do? Move things from point A to point B?"
 
"Far from it. I do what I am needed to do. Today I am driving an ox cart through a forest towards a town. Tomorow it could be something far different, or on the other hand it might be another ox cart in another forest." He shrugged and pulled on the yoke to move the cart around a branch that had fallen part way onto the track.

"So what brings you all the way out here. You're not dressed for hiking through the woods."
 
Smiles. "Well I am just traveling through, and yes the outfit isn't quite what is needed to hike in.. " Hair falls down to cover her left eye, as she looks at him. "I have my ways of changing my attire, I just happen to be in this" Motioning towards the celtic dress, her eyes move to focus ahead. Looking at the ox, then back upon the path ahead.
 
Gerran nodded then started to hum a tune. He was by no stretch of the imagination a musician, but he was good enough at following a melody to keep himself entertained. It wasn't exactly a usual occurence of him to find a beautiful woman wandering in the woods, but he wasn't about to complain.
 
Listening to him hum the tune, she listens really well. Jumping in, she hums along with him. Pausing, she turns to smile at him. Brushing hair from her face again, she leans back. Her body lifts abit with each bump the cart goes over, she lets out a soft giggle.
 
Gerran smiled back and spoke, "So do you have a name? Or do I have to think of you as the pretty girl I found in the woods?" He winked then turned back to keep an eye on the ox and make sure it didn't feel the need to wander off the track.
 
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Laughing softly, she just shook her head lightly. "Sorry, I am Isis Raven.. " She looked at him, smiling. "I totally forgot to mention my name." Chuckling once more, she stretches her arms upwards. Looking up to the large trees, she watched birds land and chirp.
 
The rolled along the track for another few moments, when someone stepped out of the trees from the righ. He was big, ugly, and his body was covered in a reddish brown fur. There was a metal pot-like helmet atop his head, and he had a large axe in his hands. Two half-moon blades atop a wooden haft, with a spike on the end that made it look just alittle more wicked.

Others stepped from the trees, they looked the same, but without the helmets, and they had short hunting bows and quivers of arrows. One stood beside the axe-wielding creature, and the other two stepped out from behind the wagon. They all had a barbed arrow knocked to their bowstrings.

"Stand and deliver", the slightly cliched words came in a half-growl from the helmetted one. Gerran tried to reach back for his crossbow, but the archer facing him gestured with the bow that it would be a bad idea.
 
Watching the men step out from the woods, her eyes fall onto the furred man with the helmet. She didn't move, knowing they would find what she thought about doing as a threat. Resting her arms lightly in her lap, she smoothes down on the skirt. Looking at Gerran for a moment, her eyes dart from each of those who surrounded them. She studied where they stood and how they stood. Each movement, each breath was noted. Her thoughts thinned, as she concentrated on the plan that was forming in her mind.
 
Gerran wagered he could kill the axe wielder fairly easily, the archers would be a problem. He had a dagger in his belt, but that wouldn't be much use. His other weapons were in the wagon with his cargo. He stared at the ogre and shrugged. He had an idea.

"We don't have any valuables. Just some bales of straw."
 
Nodding her head in agreement, her eyes rested on the ogre infront. Careful with what she did, careful not let down her metaphysical barriers. Not one drop of her power would be leaked through, it would be a meaning for them to attack if only they found it threatening.
Any or all facial expressions disappeared, a blank cold face was all that was left. Keeping herself seem calm, she continued to run through ideas on how to take care of those who were behind them. "Yes all we have is bales of straw.. "
 
The cart's cargo was disguised, but it wasn't simply hidden under the straw, it was enchanted to appear to be straw, with straw piled on top, just incase anyone got alittle too close. Unfortunately when one of the archer's behind the cart plunged his hand into the straw, and there was a clunk of the archer's metal studded bracer hitting something heavy and metallic, the ruse failed.

"You lie", the helmetted bandit said and moved around the ox towards Gerran.
 
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