Random Adventure's of Adventurer's Adventuring!! (or RAAA!!)

Faedia crept through the tall grass some distance outside of Vulkwasten far enough to say out of the guards purview. She'd been tracking a supposed merchant for some time, the amount of coin in the pouch at his side, the value of the goods on his cart, even that he kept 3 daggers, a sword, and 6 throwing knives on his person at all times. She was just waiting for the right moment to strike and make off with what would be a large score to take to the local fence.

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Soft steps echoes through the trees as Mo'jahi Ice-Eye heads in the direction of Vulkwasten close a path. He stops walking and crouches as he hears someone on the road, looking Mo'jahi notices it is a trader but remains hidden.

She pulled the shadows tightly around herself and moved quickly to a closer spot, small puffs of dust rising as she moved the only sign revealing her presence. Keeping her eyes on her prizes she didn't realize there was anyone nearby when she struck, suddenly appearing behind the 'merchant' "Caught you, yes i have." One arm slips around the mans middle putting a dagger in his side, the other tilting his head back with a dagger there as well. "I won't let you get away this time, no i won't."
The merchant struggles a bit cursing"You can't do this you fucking whore, I was promised they'd keep me safe"

"safe? from me? You don't know then, that you don't, I run their little group now, that i do"she grinned wickedly"and now you sell no one ever again, that you won't"her arms started to flex...

Mo'jahi Ice-Eye watched a female wood elf jump out of the woods right behind the merchant and bring a dagger to his neck. While Mo'jahi's hand did move towards his own dagger and clutch it at the ready, he kept himself hidden, and silent, continuing to watch the road and not caring at all what happens to the merchant.

Racuvar sat atop his white steed, he had just left Vulkwasten, headed down the road and to the east towards Baandari. He'd been avke to sell some of his furs, pelts, hides and other hunting spoils to a few traders in Vulkwasten. The mages there seemed particularly interested in the livers of the Wood-Guar he had felled. Fortunately for him and the mages, the guars had three livers within their body unlike other creatures, though Racuvar wasn't quite sure why this was.

As his horse rounded a bend in the wooded road, he could make out a cart some hundred meters off, probably a travelling merchant. Perhaps he'd see if this merchant were interested in Imga-kin spleens, he didn't want to keep them much longer in their current state.

The merchant feeling his death near starts blubberng "please, please don't kill me I swear i didn't intend to get into slavery, i have a family i have to take care of"
Faedia relaxed some still holding onto the merchant"didn't mean to? have a family? What about the families you've ruined by participating in this?"she growled low "you know what... i'm not gonna kill you"
the merchant blinks and his eyes hopeful at his good fortune"you.. you're not?" she smirked some at his reaction. "No... i'm not going to kill you"and then she moved throwing the man 20 paces into the jungle "but the strangler's ... the strangler's are definitely going to kill you." The merchant starts screaming as vines wrap around him as the cluster of strangler's begin pulling him in different directions.

Valencia looked up at the sky, as she walks down the path from the boat. "Hm..." She thinks to herself, "Faedia was supposed to be back by now." She sighed looking around before glancing down at Faedia's scuttler. "You'll help me find her won't you?" She questioned.

As he trotted closer and closer to the caravan, Racuvar could make out that there was a person or two standing beside it, though it looked like they darted off the path, leaving the caravan. Racuvar rode closer hoping to see what was going on. He suddenly heard scream in the forest and without missing a beat, he turned his horse and flew in amongst the tree . Within seconds he reached the source of the screams, a man being grabbed at by the monstrous vines of stranglers. Leaving his bow on his back, he reached for his argonian blade, a thin and broad sword, shaped like an elongated cleaver. He drew it and lept near, quickly slicing off the arm of a strangler that was coming around the neck of the man. In another moment his blade had surgically sliced through the vibes of the stranglers like a razor, leaving them in Pieces. The man was badly bruised and short of breath, but alive. Racuvar took the mans arm over his shoulder, helping him stand. Racuvar looked around him, his eyes darting amongst the tree .

She grinned as she finds a hidden slide in the cart and upon opening it finds a book she flips through the pages quickly then stops as she takes note the screaming has stopped. She looks towards the direction she'd tossed the slaver mulling over some if he'd just passed out or if he'd managed to get free. Moving off slipping the small book into her hip pouch she unsheathes her blades again pulling the shadows around her, deciding to come back for any other treasures later.

Having witnessed the whole encounter, Mo'jahi steps out from his hiding spot and starts to follow the female wood elf, trying to not leave her out of his sights. He follows along at a slow pace, trying to be quiet and also paying attention to the area where the other elf had gone so that they wouldnt just come back and find him.

the merchant is severely injured one arm is dislocated and he starts rambling "OH! Thank you thank you thank you, praise the eight you've saved me from that crazy bosmer!!." He's reaching into his belt getting ready to either defend himself or maybe get money out but before he can Faedia steps into view, his face pales "Stay back that's her, she threw me! keep her back!!" Faedia looked from one to the other with an ice cold gaze she flips one dagger end over end in her hand as if testing it's weight a bit not saying anything yet.

Listens as the merchant rambles. He hears a twig snap behind him and sees a look of horror begin to wash over the merchant's face. Within a second he reaches around for his bow, pulls it out to his front, swirls around and in clean motion arms an arrow and draws it back to his ear. The merchant lies on the ground in fear as Racuvar, crouched among the bushes trains his arrow upon the target.
"Explain yourself. Now" he speaks to the Bosmeri woman.

her head remains tilted to one side looking at the new face... one she didn't know, then to the supposed merchant, she seems to be trying to decide for a full minute before speaking "He's a slaver, you shouldn't turn your back on him."

The merchant stammers "She's lieing i'm an honest merchant I swear!"

She sheathes one blade and pulls a book from her hip pouch "Should i start reading it aloud now... or just throw you back to more strangler's I told you i wasn't going to kill you"her face finally showing emotion, that of sadistic glee at the prospect of throwing him again.

He kept the arrow drawn all the back to his ear, the bow ready to release it.
"Slaver you say?" He didn't take his eye off the woman.
"You have just attempted murder, not really much better, are you? Given the choice I'll go ahead and take a chance on the man that just wet himself." The merchant looked down in shame
"If that is proof that you hold in that book, you could easily have gotten it without trying to kill him. This land does not accept those who take justice into their own hands"
Taking a step towards her, he reasoned "Now I'll give you a choice, you can choose to come with me, I will see this man punished rightly for his crimes, and you will meet with the punishment for your own actions. Either that, or I loose this arrow and drag you back to town with a badly injured leg."
His face was unyielding, his tone firm and severe, his eyes fixed upon her with a burning intensity, the tightened bow string held back only by his two finger .

"The man's contract was severed, he was selling people to a pack of werewolves. He has for years."
"You bitch! They should have killed you"the merchant suddenly finding his balls,"You don't deserve- "the sound cut off suddenly as she was now behind the man a whisp of smoke where she had been and a blade pushed just deep enough into his throat to keep him from speaking but as promised. She had not killed him.

"I told you I wasn't going to kill you"as she had kept repeating her voice going to a low whisper"I'll give you to them, they have a new leader now" she turned to the one who'd been pointing an arrow at her"Nature does what it will how it will with no regret and no remorse, I do as nature intends, and as my queen allows", she flips a slip of leather at the collar of her tunic revealing the emblem of scout of the dominion.

Mo'jahi peaked at the scene but then quickly hid himself again at the sight of the dominion emblem. He was unsure what to make of it.

Mo'jahi better be careful, he does not know what type of dominion official this is. Best stay hidden and slowly get away from here yes. Yes. No Ice, Mo'jahi is not just going to freeze them all.

With those words spoken inside his head, Mo'jahi slowly back away to a distance safer and further away.

Following the scuttler to the commotion, Valencia looked at the two, unknown men and her lover. "What is going on here?" She demanded.

she glanced up as she heard Valencia "Oh hi there..."she sort of grinned as she put the knife away "I was just wrapping up things with this slaver, when this guy shows up trying to save his life" trying to act all innocent"I showed him my scouting badge and everything, the man is due not trial as he was helping that one group that we dealt with a few months back"giving a look to valencia to see if she remembered or not

the merchant is clutching his throat though the bleeding is minimal to non existant the cut clean and precise, he can breathe just not speak.