A journey of blood and vengeance (open)

[Gabe]

"It's been 3 days since the day of the caravan massacre that killed my friend cherra. I have decided to leave my home in order to track down the bandits in order to reclaim the lost cargo but more importantly to avenge cherra. I had hoped Damon would join me but he opted to stay behind which was understandable, the bandits hurt him badly he couldn't ride for months after the attack it mad him very sad and he didn't want it to happen again.However before I left he gave me a gift a wooden bracelet with Damon Cherra and my names' on it as a memento and asked me to keep it on a t all times. It's a very nice bracelet and I intend to keep the promise intuited to me about it and never remove it no matter what."



Gabe came across a small village with an inn, Gabe knew he would need help if he was gonna need help from more experienced fighters and warriors and where else to look but an inn. As soon as Gabe entered though he seen the setting of a recent fight , tables were broken, chairs had snapped and he even saw a few knocked out drunkards. Gabe decided he might want to look elsewhere for help but decided to stay the night as it was getting late and he needed to rest. Gabe got some dinner and then went to his room it was a small room with only one bed and a nightstand just like his room back home in bulgar with his parents. Gabe quickly dismissed his thoughts of home " I can't become homesick I need to find those god forsaken bandits!" But then Gabe heard someone outside his room ,They must have heard him talk to himself. This was a bad sign Gabe quickly grabbed his bow just in case but then he heard the person walk away and eased him self into his bed and decided to rest.

[Borgus]

Bandits, thought Borgus to himself. He was minding his own business at first and was walking by a room door when he heard the cry to slay some bandits. Mind you Borgus was not a law abiding citizen himself and at first he thought it might have been one of his own marks, but then the brigand remembered he killed all the people he robbed so it was impossible for this person to want to kill him. No longer caring Borgus walked pass the door and began to move to continue onto his own room for some shut eye. However something was wrong. Something deep in the back of Borgus head would not let him walk away. It was something he had not felt for years, and in truth he almost forgot it, empathy. For the first time Borgus had felt sorry for somebody else. He was not sure what the cause was or the reason, but Borgus actually wanted to help somebody else other than himself.

"I must be drunk", spoke Borgus to himself. He did have a few beers before he came by this section. Still this feeling in his mind would not go away. Like a fire it raged through him till it reached his stomach. Now it was in his gut, and Borgus did not ignore his gut feelings. "Fine fine", he spoke aloud. "Which ever god or goddess out there looking after this boy you have won", spoke Borgus as he walked back in front of the room door. The acolyte knocked twice. Each blow a strong pound that would radiate through any room. "Hey did you say something about bandit killing", spoke Borgus. He was not even sure why he was doing this.

[Gabe]

Gabe heard a knocking at his door and was about to open it to see who it was until he heard the man out side ask about bandits. This made Gabe freeze for a second. " so someone did hear me." Thought Gabe " I better approach with caution." Gabe opened a door to find a adult who looked like he had seen a few fights(and a few beers).

"Yes I did mention bandits what's it to you sir ?" Gabe asked hoping against hope this man wasn't also a bandit himself. He sertanly looked the part of a not so law abiding citizen but decided to make sure before sending potential help away.

[Borgus]

"Well", spoke Borgus as he looked at the young man. He was clearly a archer. He had the look of it, and a archer with a grudge against a Bandit. From Borgus calculations this was not going to go well. Sure he could shoot a bow, but once he was surrounded it was good as over. Archers were pretty much useless once you got up close on them. Still this young man was luckier than most. A god or goddess was looking out for him for Borgus to come to his aid. Normally Borgus would kill brats like him. They would come up to him talking about how they wanted to avenge their relative and how they were here to extract justice for such and such. It was truly annoying. That was one of the main reasons Borgus started to kill everyone who was involved. That put a quick in to people coming back for revenge.

"Well believe it or not I am here to help you", spoke Borgus as he looked into the young man's eyes. "I was walking by minding my own business then I heard you cry out about wanting to kill a bandit. Normally I would not get myself involved in this kind of thing, but for some strange reason, and trust me it is very strange. I want to help you. I am not sure if you are blessed by the gods or were born under a lucky star. Shoot it could be the liquor talking in me, but I want to help you track down whoever you want to take out and end their life. Now I am going to have to ask the million dollar question thought. Who is the bandit that you want to kill. I am going to at least have to know their name. Depending on the name I could tell you if it would be a easy hunt or if we both are going to end up hanging from a tree with our necks cut open and our tongs sticking out."

[Gabe]

Gabe was relieved to hear the words help come from the man's mouth they rang in gabea ears like a sweet chorus of hope. "The bandits I'm looking for are the Pustid bandits and their leader Nergice" said Gabe "I'll spare you the details of the reasoning if you'd rather not hear them all you need to know is that they need to pay for what they did to me and my family and friends and I won't stop til I see them dead before me and their leader with an arrow between his eyes, is to ok with you?"

Gabe hoped the man would say yes as the man looked like he could help quite a bit as Gabe couldn't do much if he were to get cornered after all Gabe is only an archer and can't just storm into a group of bandits and even hope to challenge them and leave unscaved.

[Borgus]

" Pustid bandits", spoke Borgus with a bit of confusion. They sure were not on his radar. They must be a gang from the center of sacea or something. If they had roots in Bern then they were far too small to have any major dealings. Still since they were not on his radar that also meant he would not have to worry about other groups getting suspicious of him. Borgus did not want to burn his bridges so soon.

"First off I have not even heard of these jokers", spoke Borgus. "That is a good sign we might not die horribly in this quest for vengeance. Oh, and as an answer to your question weather or not I would join you that is a yes. I will help you hunt down these bandits and allow you to get the final blow on their leader. However I have to warn you up front. If he tries to axe me in any way I will not hesitate to kill him. Nothing personal, but I am not going to have your satisfaction getting me killed because I am trying to avoid killing the other guy. If you can accept this one condition then we are good. However I would request we move out in the morning, but if you need to catch their trail tonight I would ask that we do not engage them till the sun come up. I would like to be well sober before I get into any fight with anybody. Nothing personal but I saw a man charge into battle drunk once. It did not end well for him or the guys fighting with him."

[Gabe]

"Ok then we can start in the morning all I know about the bandits is that they are based somewhere in between bulgar and berm I know that isn't narrowing it down much but it's all I got and it's ok if you kill the leader if he confronts you." Explained Gabe "By the way what weapons do you use and do you know anyone else who is able to help us it's not that I think you are weak it's just that it's only us 2 versus a whole group of bandits and this isn't some make believe story we may actually need some more help."



That night Gabe had a hard time sleeping, he had a very uneasy feeling about something but he couldn't understand why. Is it because he is involving other people in his affairs despite needing their help or was it because he thought he wasn't ready? "None of that matters now!" Gabe thought to himself. "I've already started my journey and i won't stop until I finish ......or if I drop dead but I won't think about that."

Unable to sleep Gabe decided to walk through the town. It was a beautiful cloudless night, the stars were shining radiantly and the there was a nice brisk breeze. But then something else was in the wind a faint hint of a sinister smell a smell that everyone knew well. "Fire!" Gabe thought to himself and ran in the direction of the scent. Gabe came across a burning building that was as bright as a newly lit oil lantern and around the building were some soldiers who looked like they were from another country with weapons raised high and torches by their sides.

"WHAT IN BLAZES IS GOING ON?!" Screamed Gabe as he went to one of the men.


" we are smoking out a traitor." Said the soldier "he gave away information on the defenses of one of our supply forts to a group of bandits in exchange for coin. Informants say he took in residence in this building under protection from the thugs, but we haven't seen any bandi-"

The soldiers sentence was cut short by an arrow through the back the pierced right through his stomach and in a heartbeat the man fell to the newly bloody ground below.

[Gabe]

One by one some of the guards began to fall to arrows shot from the dark. Seeing this Gabe took cover and tried to find out where the fire was coming from ,but the surrounding area was to dark to see through in contrast to the bristly burning house. Gabe looked at the soldiers who were in a scared mess only about 6 were left.



But suddenly another man appeared he looked very important with fancy red armor with a shining golden trim his helmet a glowing crimson and in his left hand a lance made of glistening silver and in his right hand a shield with a golden color. When he appeared his soldiers immediately calmed own and became more alert soon after the spotted where the arrows cae from and quickly charged them. "That man must demand a lot of respect from those soldiers. Must be a some high ranking officer." Gabe though. "Well i might as well help them out then."

Gabe ran to the officer in order to assist them but as he ran there he bumped into another person. He was a rugged looking man normal height with long black hair and dirty clothes and had sole and ash all over us face and a knife in his pocket. "You are the man the soldiers are looking fr aren't you?" But before Gabe got an answer one of the soldiers tried to grab him but the traitor quickly dodged to the left unsheathed his knife and stabbed the soldier killing him and tried to run. Gabe realizing he was right quickly shot an arrow hitting the man in the dot slowing his escape but before he could get another shot a couple bandits appeared behind Gabe knocking him out cold but before Gabe passed out he saw the officer kill them saving Gabe's life

[Aurek]

There were worse places you could puke than behind an inn in Sacae. Aurek leaned against a barrel as he spewed vomit and curses in equal measure. He had been drinking, he knew that much. CLearly too much, in fact. Beyond that first or fifth shot, he couldn't remember which one it was, Aurek had forgotten his past. Which was the point, he guessed. Fuzzy memories tried to rear their ugly heads, but the soldier squashed them quickly enough by taking another drink of whatever he was holding in his hand. Unfortunately, the vomit and alcohol combination didn't taste pleasant. The next drink, Aurek swirled in his mouth before spitting it out. Much better. he thought.

Smacking his lips satisfactorily, Aurek swung around and staggered out into the village proper. A deep breath of fresh air let him know something was burning. "Mmm, fire," he muttered. Looking around, Aurek noticed the bright light of a building engulfed in flames. "Mmmhmm, fire," he muttered again, as if trying to confirm it with his severely limited brain power. Warmed on the inside by the alcohol, the drunk decided the fire was a good way to warm the outside. After stashing his bottle in his cloak, Aurek slowly strolled toward the light, faintly hearing the all too familiar sounds of a fight. A throbbing headache told him that was exactly what he wanted to forget. Lurching forward anyway, like a proverbial moth drawn toward the not-so-proverbial flame, Aurek came upon the collection of dead soldiers littered upon the ground. Having little concern for what was happening around him, he simply strolled up to the fire. Well, as close as he wanted to be.

As Aurek stood there, rubbing his hands together slowly, he gazed about at the carnage. Arrows pierced the soldiers' bodies. "Losers," he laughed quietly. He could faintly see the remaining soldiers moving off into the dark, probably hunting down the enemy. Another throbbing headache told him he should wrap this escapade up quickly though. One last cursory glance yielded something of note: there was an unpierced body of a child on the ground. And it was surrounded by bandits. Slowly approaching, Aurek observed the unmoving form of a young archer. Kneeling down beside it, Aurek noticed the kid was still breathing. Aurek leaned in close, his beard grazing the archer's face. "Wake up!" he shouted before quickly leaning back and slapping the unconscious form soundly across the face. The quick movement made him dizzy, but he studied himself by firmly planting a hand on the kid's chest. "This ain't no place to fall asleep."

[Gabe]

"ugh what happened?" thought Gabe as he slowly and clumsily came to his feet. remembering his situation Gabe drew his bow and quickly looked around but only 2 other people were left standing, an old man and the commander of the soldiers. The sun was beginning to rise off in the horizon, the building burned to the ground with nothing left standing. "I guess I missed the rest of the fight." thought Gabe, then he turned towards the old man "excuse me sir did you wake me up?"

[Borgus]

"Looks like somebody is hunting", spoke Borgus as he appeared out of the darkness ans walked over to where Aurek and Gabe sat. The acolyte was watching the battle from afar. He was a bit sober now, but he was still buzzed. The acolyte had a look of concern on his face as he stared out into the darkness. He wondered if they were apart of the group he and the boy were suppose to be targeting. If they were then that meant their job was going to be a lot harder. If they were bold enough to attack a city then they had to have at least a decent number of lackeys. Well that or they were pure crazy. Borgus had seen a few of the crazy types. They usually did not last long, but they were dang well efficient at what they did. You take a few crazies and combine them with a group of thinkers then you have some real trouble.

"So do you have any idea who those guys were", asked Borgus as he turned toward the commander. The acolyte was ignoring Gabe and the old man for the moment. He wanted to figure out if they were his target or not, and to see what information he could gain about them. Information was king when it came to fights. It was not the person with the biggest muscles that won the fight, but rather the person with the greater plan. He had seen it a million times by now. The burly over confident fool getting taken down a peg or two by a young swordsman with a good head on his shoulders.

Knowledge is power and Borgus was looking to acquire enough of it before they started this chase. "Hey kid are you alright", asked Borgus as he finally turned his attention to him. He looked at the old man for a bit. He looked like a old grey, but the fact he was not complaining about something aching on his body suggested that he might be younger than he though. Still at the moment it did not matter how old Gramps was. He wanted to know about the hunt.

[Gabe]

Before Gabe got his answer from the old man Borges had appeared out of the cloak of night to see if Gabe was alright. "Yeah I'm fine Borgus but I thought you were asleep. Did the ruckus awaken you from sleep or the drinks ether way I think we may have a problem. Gabe explained every detail of what he saw from the burning to the spy and from what he knew of the capitain and everything else. "Do you understand?" Asked Gabe .

[Aurek]

Oh, good. Trouble. Aurek thought as he examined the man approaching them in the early light. Still, Aurek wasn't about to jump to any conclusions too quickly. Ignorance got a man killed as quickly as an assassin in the night. Rocking back onto his heels, Aurek hefted himself up with a slight groan. The going was slow, mostly because he knew he'd make himself dizzy. Listening carefully, he decided both the kid and the new guy were crazy. And for some stupid reason, his gut and head said he had to help the crazies. Yup, his body and mind were definitely giving out on him. Old age had finally caught up with him. Aurek sighed heavily. "Yeah, I woke you up." One question answered.

Gesturing flippantly to the commander of the pathetic guard, Aurek continued on. "Both of you figure out what's going with him. Clearly you're bandit hunting and, for some stupid reason, I have decided to join." Taking a deep breath, Aurek continued on into what he knew was a terrible decision. "I'm going to go get my things. When I come back, you two better have plenty of information, so I can make a plan." He may be going crazy, but he still wasn't crazy enough to place his life completely in the hands of two young'uns. "I'll be back shortly."

Walking back to the inn, Aurek blinked several times, trying to straighten out his vision and sober up a little. The light of a new day beat down harshly on the old man, even in the early hours. Walking up to his room, Aurek splashed some water in his face before grabbing his lance and shield. Pulling his cloak hood low, he set out into the street once more to meet up with his new "friends". It was not going to be a good day for anyone involved.

[Borgus]

"Welcome to the club", spoke Borgus toward Aureks comment. In truth Borgus had no idea why he was helping the lad. He was sure it had something to do with alcohol, or the gods. One of the two, but he was not sure which one. It could be both for all he knew.

"Alright Mr. Important", spoke Borgus as he turned toward the officer. "What can you tell me about the bandits. It would be nice to know their number, where they hide out, and who is the leader. Those three things alone is good enough to formulate a plan."

As Borgus waited for him to give out the information he needed he could not help, but realize the irony in this situation. Here he was, a bandit amongst bandits, working with a guardsman, a would be hero, and soon old man to track down a bandit leader and attempt to slay him and his crew. Borgus could not count how many times somebody came up to camp trying to kill their boss, or him once he reached that rank in a bandit organization. It was always you killed my grandfather, or you stole the one thing I value more than my life. Seriously if Borgus and the gang attacked the caravan they were traveling with and whipped them out completely what in the world made you think that you and two other guys you pulled off the street could do the job. Now here things are with Borgus being in the exact same situation as the men he killed in the past. Well he did have one advantage over the people he killed though. That advantage was the fact he actually knew how to fight.

[Gabe]

" this became way more complicated then I had hoped." Thought Gabe to himself as he gathered his wits. "I look for one group of bandits but then stumble into possibly another one, they are all the same." Later Gabe would look back on those thoughts and find out just how stupid they were.

"Ok let me explane the situation" said the captan "my name is commander Goodrich and I'm in charge of the guard or what's left of it. Those bandits you saw were the Pustid bandits a group of thugs that have been growing large as of late and we believe there is a reason for it that we don't know yet. Their numbers have tripled within the last year some people say it's because they got their hands on some better weapons."

That last part cut through Gabe like a shaped blade through paper. "My father's weapons?!" Thought Gabe. "This is very very bad!" gabe's father made really good weapons mostly steel and iron but occasionally silver , but the shipment that was stolen on that day was only silver weapons 250 assorted silver weapons ranging from axes lances swords and even bows. " I better tell the others they need to know what they are getting into." Gabe then explanes what he had just thought to the others.