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Well we have enough people so I'll begin.

 

You all start trotting along with a caravan, it is across the plains from Eteran to Yileth. Nothing of note in the area. It is about mid fall, the grass is brown. THe caravan is about 60 wagons so maybe 6 or 7 hundred feet of caravan.

 

I'll let you decide if your working as a guard foir the caravaner or if your traveling.

 

The caravaner is named Jako. There are about a dozen assourted guards walking with the train, and about 15 travelers.

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Elbras walks alongside the caravan with his trusty sword Seler by his side, donned in steel armour. He looks around the baron area

 

"Yeesh. I never guessed signing up as a guard for this caravan would be so BORING!"

 

He sighs to himself.

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"Greetings sir.' The caravaner resonds to Naull. Then there is a call from on of his guards, he looks at Naull, shruggs, and rides up to the guard.

 

OOC: The temple is has lots of money but I'm not going to let you over use it, you can have some...Like Dark THings i'm not worring about money unlesss i don't want you to have it.

 

(Oh and your history with the hunter...not in this RP)

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Avelyn follows the caravaner to the guard to hear what they are saying.

 

 

OOC:Dangit! I cant flaunt my power if I never fought the hunter!

 

-Does this mean I havent met the Death Goddess/ am over 200?

 

 

And when u said I can have some death stuff... I dont have full death set (at least let me have my longsword)

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Elbras looks around at the desolate landscape, yawning...

 

"Ugh I thought there'd be some action on this trip..."

 

He scuffs his feet along the ground discontentedly.

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OOC I will ahvea map up by the end of today...

 

The caravan slows to a halt as they prepar to fix the wagon. It appers to be a wagon full of newly collected jewels that are unique to the marsh. As the men begin to work, there is a strange sound from off to the left of the caravan. It sounds like some bird, then again from the opposite side. Suddenly about 30 men covered in grass leep out from the live grass and begin to rain arrowns down on the gaurds. Several rush in with blades drawn. 1 axe, and 2 long swords.

 

THe caravan master shouts, "Damn it you gaurds! I pay you to stop this kind of thing! Stop them! Kill them!"

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