a peaceful day turned bad

[loken octavious sigma]

loken walked through the woods leading his horse by his holster. above birds chirped back and forth and squirrels danced from tree to tree.

loken walked for another ten feet before stopping. the birds and the forest had gone dead silent. loken shrugged off his cloak and withdrew his hand-and-a half sword from his saddlebag. the sword was blood red,smooth and free of scratches and dents.

loken slapped his horses behind and sent it galloping ahead. a pair of orcs jumped out trying to tackle the horse but missed and tumbled to the ground. loken ran forward and jumped forward stabbing one of the orcs on the ground. it jerked and laid still. the other one rolled away and came up swinging a huge wooden club.

loken ducked low and elbowed the orc in the stomach before running his sword through the orc. green blood sprayed over loken as he kicked the orc off. behind him the sound of running feet came and grunts of exhaustion, loken turned and raised his hand. the orcs stopped before being incinerated to a crisp. loken felt his strength drop and he caught up with his horse.

he pulled off his tent and supplies and lied down for a nights rest.

[loken octavious sigma]

loken sat by the campfire waiting for the stew to finish seasoning. he opened up the lid and dropped in some minced onions and some garlic cloves. the stew turned a deep red color and a pungent scent rushed out at loken.

loken pulled his sword close to him and began to polish the blade and search for scratches or dents. loken stared at the map of doven he had laid up against a rock. another map of the royal castle laid next to it. he had traced out a path leading straight to the royal quarters.

guard patrols and times were panted out in blue ink and family member rooms in green. loken poured himself a bowl of stew and studied the map carefully so no mistakes will occur.

[Osanna]

Osanna ran till her sides heaved heavily as two orcs she had disturbed while traveling followed a little less than suit. They lagged behind enough to give her an advantange. Her motled green and brown mixed Rangers cloak blew in the wind of her speed. She had her hood slung over her well kept blonde hair, and a black scarf- like cloth over her mouth. Leaving her crystal blue eyes peeking over it.

When she felt she had covered enough ground ahead of them, she briskly and effortlessly threw herself behind a tree placed to her right and waited as the pounding of Orcs grew feircely close.
-picks up where you started-

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After awhile, osanna found the source of the Orc's sudden death; A lone traveler.

Her spot in a tall tree gave no way to her mere 120 pounds(including Ranger gear) Where she sat patiently at the traveler who lay at his fire with ease. She stayed for awhile, simply obsurving him from afar.

Osanna grew restless and sore from her akward crouching position and moved her booted foot outwards a bit. Just then, a bird chirped from a little ways above. Its demanding call making Osanna look up. But as she looked back, she lost her balance and half fell, only holding on the the branch she had once sat on, her fett dangled freely till she swung them back onto the branch.

Now she knew he knew she was there, waching...