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<blockquote data-quote="Sic_Pixie" data-source="post: 5862142" data-attributes="member: 52403"><p><strong>Schloss Caromarc</strong></p><p></p><p>One wolf breaches the hill and starts the gentle trip downwards; four riders and one wolf breach the hill and start the gentle trip downwards; five horses, four riders and a wolf breach the hill and start the gentle trip downwards; this could go on forever. </p><p></p><p>We re-join the merry band as it leaves the city of Lepidstadt; one wanted by the townsfolk most likely to be burnt or hanged; this one at the front of the pack who keeps looking back nervously over his shoulder. He is whippet lean, clad in a mix of leather and light chain with a stiff leather bracer on his left forearm. A gracefully curved longbow is tucked into his saddle within easy reach along with a quiver of finely fletched arrows. A rakish mustache graces his top lip and a sword is strapped to his back while riding; the leather strap could be released in one flick of his thumb to slide the sword and sheath to his wait for swift access. His eyes roam the countryside before them before scanning the road behind; he seems nervous and flinches minutely as a flock of crows burst from a nearby thicket beating their pinions as they lift into the air. His hand moves back from his bow to the reigns and he expertly heels his horse onwards.</p><p></p><p>Following on behind him is a slight human male; sitting his horse awkwardly and swaying in the saddle as if drunk. The human is young and wearing a plain homespun tunic and light leather pants, his shoes are more in line with walking city streets to roaming the wilderness and his outfit is finished off with a broad belt holding many pouches and a heavy cloak. His Saddlebags look to be filled with mainly large square bookish items and an astute observer would notice his ink stained fingers and slight squint from his affection for reading at night. He has a long hickory staff tucked into his saddle; a dagger hilt shines occasionally from his hip and a light crossbow is slung behind the saddle. He is leading another horse which looks to have the enviable task of carrying some heavy boxes. The horse keeps shooting less than impressed looks at the back of the rider leading it. Apparently it was more than happy remaining in its stall eating hay than being led around the countryside by some human.</p><p></p><p>Behind the somewhat annoyed horse which we shall call Dave is another horse; this one looks happier than its predecessor. This could be because it’s only carrying a small half elven woman; she is wearing leather riding breeches and a flowing top that’s tight in all the right places. Her long hair is tied up in a topknot and it’s flowing out behind her in the soft breeze like a dark pennant; soft comfortable boots adorn her feet and soft leather gloves cover her hands as they grip the reigns. She is not wearing any obvious armor and the only weapons she has are a couple of small sickle type things at her waist and a bow on her back. Her cloak is thrown backward over her shoulder and her arms from what you can see though the thin material are hard and strongly defined, as are the legs which are gripping the horse tightly. This is obviously not an accomplished rider either but more talented then the human; this horse is carrying only a light load as the woman can’t weigh more then 100lb even with what she is carrying. Her large pretty mis-matched eyes roam the area around her with a calm easy gaze which seems to take in everything; flickering with every movement; she is undeniably a very beautiful individual although it does have a certain coldness to it which is disturbing. Shadows seem to flicker around her occasionally when you look upon her and her mis-matched eyes sometimes seem to glow with an inner red light.</p><p></p><p>The last of the four is riding along in an easy manner; as accomplished a horseman/woman as the leader. Another half elf and another female; again dressed in functional leathers which seem well worn and practically a second skin; she seems less than bothered about the state of her hair or the slight smudge of dirt on her cheek. Her cloak is well worn and made of some sort of treated leather which would shed the rain like a ducks back; it’s currently thrown over her shoulder leaving her long light hair flowing in the wind unbound by any restraint. She is carrying crossed swords on her back with an assortment of other weapons arrayed around her saddle and form. A handy bow is also slid in behind her leg available for easy access; the arrows close to hand. Her eyes scan the surroundings calmly; not even jumping as the crows lift off which startles the leader; the sounds of nature leave no surprises for this one. Her eyes touch upon the farmsteads and plowed fields and a look of scorn shows on her face; as she heels her horse to pull up alongside her friend before her. The wolf following along behind is a lean affair; its fur glossy and healthy; its eyes sharp and intelligent while its teeth are no doubt sharp. With a gesture the wolf bounds off ahead to scout out the road, a grey ghost that fades in and out of the dappled shadows alongside the road; keen senses scanning for possible enemies.</p><p></p><p>After a few miles after reaching the brow of another hill; the leader reigns in his horse and reaching up rips off his fake mustache and pockets it. His eyes fixated on the trail behind them; finally after several minutes of observation he sighs with thoughts of a red headed woman and turns his horse away from the city and towards the trail northwards. To a place called Schloss Caromac; apparently the birthplace of a friendly flesh golem they recently rescued from the grips of a city bent on burning the beast to death for crimes it did not commit. There are questions to be answered and asses to kick if those answers are not forthcoming.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Sic_Pixie, post: 5862142, member: 52403"] [b]Schloss Caromarc[/b] One wolf breaches the hill and starts the gentle trip downwards; four riders and one wolf breach the hill and start the gentle trip downwards; five horses, four riders and a wolf breach the hill and start the gentle trip downwards; this could go on forever. We re-join the merry band as it leaves the city of Lepidstadt; one wanted by the townsfolk most likely to be burnt or hanged; this one at the front of the pack who keeps looking back nervously over his shoulder. He is whippet lean, clad in a mix of leather and light chain with a stiff leather bracer on his left forearm. A gracefully curved longbow is tucked into his saddle within easy reach along with a quiver of finely fletched arrows. A rakish mustache graces his top lip and a sword is strapped to his back while riding; the leather strap could be released in one flick of his thumb to slide the sword and sheath to his wait for swift access. His eyes roam the countryside before them before scanning the road behind; he seems nervous and flinches minutely as a flock of crows burst from a nearby thicket beating their pinions as they lift into the air. His hand moves back from his bow to the reigns and he expertly heels his horse onwards. Following on behind him is a slight human male; sitting his horse awkwardly and swaying in the saddle as if drunk. The human is young and wearing a plain homespun tunic and light leather pants, his shoes are more in line with walking city streets to roaming the wilderness and his outfit is finished off with a broad belt holding many pouches and a heavy cloak. His Saddlebags look to be filled with mainly large square bookish items and an astute observer would notice his ink stained fingers and slight squint from his affection for reading at night. He has a long hickory staff tucked into his saddle; a dagger hilt shines occasionally from his hip and a light crossbow is slung behind the saddle. He is leading another horse which looks to have the enviable task of carrying some heavy boxes. The horse keeps shooting less than impressed looks at the back of the rider leading it. Apparently it was more than happy remaining in its stall eating hay than being led around the countryside by some human. Behind the somewhat annoyed horse which we shall call Dave is another horse; this one looks happier than its predecessor. This could be because it’s only carrying a small half elven woman; she is wearing leather riding breeches and a flowing top that’s tight in all the right places. Her long hair is tied up in a topknot and it’s flowing out behind her in the soft breeze like a dark pennant; soft comfortable boots adorn her feet and soft leather gloves cover her hands as they grip the reigns. She is not wearing any obvious armor and the only weapons she has are a couple of small sickle type things at her waist and a bow on her back. Her cloak is thrown backward over her shoulder and her arms from what you can see though the thin material are hard and strongly defined, as are the legs which are gripping the horse tightly. This is obviously not an accomplished rider either but more talented then the human; this horse is carrying only a light load as the woman can’t weigh more then 100lb even with what she is carrying. Her large pretty mis-matched eyes roam the area around her with a calm easy gaze which seems to take in everything; flickering with every movement; she is undeniably a very beautiful individual although it does have a certain coldness to it which is disturbing. Shadows seem to flicker around her occasionally when you look upon her and her mis-matched eyes sometimes seem to glow with an inner red light. The last of the four is riding along in an easy manner; as accomplished a horseman/woman as the leader. Another half elf and another female; again dressed in functional leathers which seem well worn and practically a second skin; she seems less than bothered about the state of her hair or the slight smudge of dirt on her cheek. Her cloak is well worn and made of some sort of treated leather which would shed the rain like a ducks back; it’s currently thrown over her shoulder leaving her long light hair flowing in the wind unbound by any restraint. She is carrying crossed swords on her back with an assortment of other weapons arrayed around her saddle and form. A handy bow is also slid in behind her leg available for easy access; the arrows close to hand. Her eyes scan the surroundings calmly; not even jumping as the crows lift off which startles the leader; the sounds of nature leave no surprises for this one. Her eyes touch upon the farmsteads and plowed fields and a look of scorn shows on her face; as she heels her horse to pull up alongside her friend before her. The wolf following along behind is a lean affair; its fur glossy and healthy; its eyes sharp and intelligent while its teeth are no doubt sharp. With a gesture the wolf bounds off ahead to scout out the road, a grey ghost that fades in and out of the dappled shadows alongside the road; keen senses scanning for possible enemies. After a few miles after reaching the brow of another hill; the leader reigns in his horse and reaching up rips off his fake mustache and pockets it. His eyes fixated on the trail behind them; finally after several minutes of observation he sighs with thoughts of a red headed woman and turns his horse away from the city and towards the trail northwards. To a place called Schloss Caromac; apparently the birthplace of a friendly flesh golem they recently rescued from the grips of a city bent on burning the beast to death for crimes it did not commit. There are questions to be answered and asses to kick if those answers are not forthcoming. [/QUOTE]
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