Title: the GRAND illusion
Description: closed, save >CURIN<
Quintilus - April 7, 2008 01:22 AM (GMT)
He had spend three evenings in a row tracking these people. But it wasn't just for him, or was it? The fiends had spend three days, ruthlessly trapping these animals, just for the expensive fur. It really got to Quintilus that such people could do this to the animals that he lived with, slowly over the past three weeks the animal population had been slowly disappearing. Some from disbandment and fleeing to another part of the woods, while others were forced to face death by the trappers and furriers. It was obvious that Quintilus had not intended them on leaving the forest alive, because he had only one path that was not trapped, and although many people traveled that way, what were the chances of the trappers leaving in that very direction.
It was getting late, nearing ten, and Quintilus sat on the bottom level of a large tree, his white cloak flipped inside-out in order to keep him shaded with the dark. He was right there, right where they were, and if he wanted to, in one quick movement, all five of them could've been taken out by now, but Quintilus did not know why they remained for so long, and such a large amount of furs would be a good warning to other furriers as they passed through the forest. The fire they had was bright, even from over twenty yards away, and through a small layer of trees, Quintilus' face was still lit from time to time by the flickers of light as the men sat around it, surrounded by furs that were being packed and ready to move.
He knew they'd stay put for the night, so Quintilus slowly closed his eyes, readying himself to fall asleep, it was the nightmares he encountered, the dreams of being a child, and falling endlessly to a large slab of rock, it was his life - what had happened to him, but with a couple tweaks to it, monsters infested the dream as if it was a war, villages burned to an extreme as people yelled and screamed, needless to say - Quintilus immediately woke up. His forehead was covered in a light layer of sweat, which was quickly wiped off by the back of his right hand. Two of the five seemed to have already passed out, but the other three were standing up and staring over into the distance, from Quintilus' angle, it was nonexistent, there was nothing even over there, just... trees.
He watched as they all went and grabbed their scabbards, full with swords and daggers, and Quintilus was back on full alert, he carefully dropped himself from the tree to prepare to move. His footsteps were silent, and besides the constant grumble of the trappers, there was no other noise. He kept his sword in the sheath as he slowly moved closer and closer to the road, until he could see what they were looking at, it was a camp, the persons living in the camp were hidden, perhaps inside the tent, or just cloaked by the darkness, who knew. Quintilus had watched them, he knew what thye wanted, and he knew they wouldn't be stopped if the camper was asleep. So, he decided to take his stand, drawing the longsword and walking out into the middle of the road. "Halt there!" He yelled, all three of them turned to see Quintilus, and immediately all swords were drawn. Three short swords, one actually a dagger, against Quintilus' longsword.
He was first planning on killing them, but something inside himself told him not to. "Leave these lands, let the animals grow back - you're done more damage in your past three weeks, then any other trapper has in the past year." Quintilus said quietly, attempting to give them an offer to retreat. Apparently it didn't work, because the first person can running in, attempting to jab at Quin, whom stepped off to the side, and used the large Pommel to hit the man in the back of his head, sending him stumbling forward off of the road into a tree. Either badly hurt, or knocked unconscious, the other two looked at eachother, and both decided to attack. He raised his sword to parry the high attack by the larger man, and then rolled off to the side, away from the youngest, and shortest man. His left hand made a fist as he punched at the back of the largest man's knee, sending him towards the ground, and was finished off as Quintilus stood back up and knocked him in the head with the Pommel, too.
The third man, the obvious youngster, quickly looked at Quintilus, then back - to where the other two trappers were, immediately he dropped his sword and took off, the other two would probably do the same when they woke up, if not - they would face an assured death.