Things had certainly taken a turn for the worst. Círdan never expected to be in the situation he was in at the moment, tied and gagged in the back of a caravan with strangers whom he had never met before. Outside of the carridge, Bandits were riding on their horses with the intent of killing anyone who was trying to escape. Círdan was scared, he had never counted on anything like this happening at all. Was he going to be killed, sold into slavery, beaten and tortured? By the gods... all he wanted was a bit of adventure and now he had ended up in this situation. Círdan thought back to when it had all happened... how he had managed to be ambushed by bandits...

It was quiet within the woods and Círdan was hoping to get some action, maybe a giant spider or something. He wondered further into the woods, but there was nothing. What was this, monster vacation day? Was there some sort of day where creatures would come out and terrorise adventurers. Círdan gave up and sat down against a tree, wondering what to do next. He had managed to get a ride up here thanks to a farmer heading up to this way in his wagon... and it had all been for nothing.

And then Círdan heard the sound of hooves thudding into the ground, and knew a rider was coming. Círdan got up and hid behind a tree, wondering who this rider was. When the rider stopped, Círdan chanced a quick peek and saw that the rider was dressed in black and his face was hidden with a hood. Quick as an arrow, Círdan hid again and gulped... for only one sort of person would dress like that.

Bandits.

What were bandits doing in the area, the Taurai Woods was too risky of a place for bandits to be in, anyone could see them. Had they just robbed someone, or were they looking for victims. Círdan looked out again and saw that two more bandits had turned up, and they were talking. This was serious, and Círdan tried not to listen to the sound of the drum in his chest (supposedly called a heart) that was pounding.

"Have you found him yet?" Asked one of the bandit's to another.

Círdan wondered who the unlucky person they were searching for was. Whoever the person they were searching for, this poor guy (or gods forbid, girl) was now in a lot of trouble. Maybe Círdan could find him/her and warn them of the impending trouble. Maybe he could slip quietly out of there and warn the victim once he learnt who they were.

"Not yet, we have the description here though. Apparently it's a half-elf male, blonde hair and blue eyes. Young kid. We bring him in alive and we get our bonus. If he dies, then he turns us in... not that Big Fred would let him, he's got a couple of people on the inside ready to kill the bugger if he does try to turn coats and blab."

Círdan's blood turned to ice, for he knew that if he stayed here any longer... they would catch him. Now what could he do? He decided to take a chance a creep away out of here, get away from these monsters before they took him to whoever wanted him. So Círdan immediatley began to slink away... stepping on a twig in the proccess and alerting the bandits to his position.

That's all he knew, for he was knocked out then... the bandits had acted fast and now here he was, in a caravan heading towards somewhere unknown. Who had paid for him to be kidnapped and why? What had Círdan done to these people? He had to escape somehow... but... how?

Fraylis Arden was curious and stubborn adventurer. She was now on a treasure hunt at this woods as the caravan stoped at it. She hid and stayed as stealthy as she could watching what was going on. Seeing a young elf being kidnaped angered her. And here's when she's angry - wait for a trouble. Wether for them or for her. She decided to try and release the elfe so snuck around, knocked out few of them but had encounter one those bandits. She wasn't strong enough thought. Not skilled in hand to hand combats and with no any weapon she failef the fight and was knocked out. Soon enought she woke tighed up as well and closed with young elf Cirdan. " Damn bandits" she mubled angry and having a headache. She then glanced at blond guy and stared at him. A sly grin came to her lips." Well hello" she said.

Fray was rather beautyful with smooth flawless skin, red hair flowing with wind as easyly as water, grey aluring eyes and beautyful slender delicate body that now had few scratches on skin. She once tryed to release her hands from ropes but they were tied up too tight and ropes were very strong. A slight sigh escaped her lips as she tryed to atleast get comfortable. Fray didn't seem to be very weak. She had inner streangh. That was what she gt from her father along with other feautures of her personality.

Roleun watched the sun as it set, streaking the sky with crimson highlights like flames. The silver-haired Half-Angel was reminded of a Phoenix of lore, dying in a fiery blaze, only to be renewed from the ashes. He brushed aside a few stray strands as he sat against a tree, staring at the sky. Using his wings as a cushion against the tree, he sighed and closed his eyes, welcoming the weariness that comes with the night. He hadn't kept track of whether the Moon was waxing or waning; he'd been too busy. He still went out at night every few days, but he'd forgotten what phase the Moon was in, and this was his first night doing nothing for a while. He looked to the east, waiting for the moon to rise.

As soon as the sun dipped below the horizon, the world suddenly went dark for Roleun. The blackness closed in like walls. He could barely see, and what he could see looked like a painting; Two-Dimensional. Roleun knew what was wrong; this had happened many times before. When the Moon was new and left the sky, his sight left with it. He was blind for the night until sunrise. Darn it all, this is why I need to pay attention to the phases of the Moon! I hate being caught outside like this! He thought to himself. A blotch of dark red was visible, and Roleun was slightly sure it was a fire of some sort. Blindly, he stumbled toward the fire, his hand on his sword in case there was any trouble.

The profiles of men, like blotches of dark color, stood around a fire. Some were picking up things and loading them into a large darker blotch, which seemed to be some sort of cart of some kind. He could vaguely see two strange-looking bags on the ground, and they seemed to demand his attention more than anything. He was going to walk into the campsite when he suddenly felt as if he should wait and listen first. Sitting down as quietly as he could, he stopped and listened to two of the men talking.

"Well, we've got the boy. What about the girl? Meddlin' in our affairs, I'd say we just kill her! The wench tried to untie the kid-" There was a loud slapping sound, and a cry of pain as the speaker was struck. "We're not killin' anyone, not unless we're told to. Now shut up, ye great lump of flesh, and get to packin' up the caravan! Goodness knows it takes long enough without you ta dilly dally tryin' ta threatin' the girl!" Another voice said. Roleun's eyes widened, and he looked toward the two 'bags' again. One moved, and Roleun immediately felt sick. The bags were actually people, bound up with ropes and on the ground.

"We've got to get outta here soon, lest some other meddler stumbles into our camp!" The voice proclaimed, and he saw someone lift up one of the bodies and toss it into the caravan, none too gently. Roleun, in one fluid movement that he knew he would pay for later, drew his sword and stepped out from behind the tree. "No way! I am not letting you take these innocent people!" He said, brandishing the blade at one of the figures. "Another one, and an Angel to boot! Well, we can't kill him, but whadd'ya say we clip his wings?" He said with an audible sneer. Roleun heard a sword drawn, and tensed, waiting for the steps that would betray the position of a bandit.

They came immediately, from his left side. A long, lumbering couple of steps were heard, and Roleun immediately turned and parried some sort of weapon, definitely a sword. He drew back and swung his blade in an arc over his head, but only clipped the shoulder of the large man, who howled in pain. "Yeeeaaarrrrgggggh! It burrrrns!" Roleun dodged another blow augmented by fury and pain. Roleun made to stab the attacker, but was hit in the head from behind by a heavy club. The last thing he remembered before he collapsed was hearing a proud laugh and the bandit yowling in pain.

He woke up in the caravan, judging from the bumping that he kept feeling from below. He wasn't near the other people, though he could tell they were in there, since he could hear their breathing. One of them said something, and Roleun yelled, "Heeey! You guys alright?" Suddenly, he reached back with bound hands in panic, making sure his wings were okay. They hadn't 'clipped his wings' as they said the would, just tied him up and weighed him down so he couldn't fly. He shook his head and smiled slightly with relief. He could feel a coarse cloth over his eyes, so that he couldn't see. They must have been afraid of my eyes, since they're probably glowing right now, as they usually do when there's a new moon. Ah, well, at least I don't need my eyes... Maybe I can make a handsign if I try. These bonds aren't tied very well, He mused. Making a very simple handsign, he whispered the word that would cast Minor Heal, and used it on himself to ease the pain from the club wound. Then he looked up again. "Hello? Are you both okay?"

She has heard a commotion outside and perked an eyebrow. "Huh? What's going going on?" she muttered slightly and listened. " Another hero.." she said smirking and watched as the bandits threw Roleun into caravan. She watched him waking up and and smirked at him slightly." Welcome, 'hero' " she said. The last word sounded with a slight friendly sarcasm or irony. "Next time be careful, pretty stranger" she said and leaned back again and watched him still. "Thought i am lucky......am with two hotties..." she said.

Fray didn't stop talking but her voice nor talkings didn't sound annoying as of any other woman. She seemed to be calmn and had sothern temper and accent. Even being half demoness, she usualy trying to recolect herself and control her anger and any other her emotions so would avoid of needless troubles.

"So..." she kept talking as decided to get to know them. " My name is Fraylis but friends calls me just Fray. And what are your names, guys? And what ya do in yar life, huh fellas?" she asked. On her pretty face there was a calmn friendly smile. " Do any of ya have escape plane or we'll have to improvise?" she asked.