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Inside the second car in the caravan, Ravinca Runestorm rode in luxury and comfort. The caravan swayed mildly from side to side due to the harsh winds, the wall hangings inside following suit. The only other occupant in the luxurious car was Ravinca’s favored guard, Grow jaw, the drow. It was not like a human to have a drow bodyguard, but Ravinca paid him well enough for his services. The few cars behind them were full of various races, Drow, Humans, Elves and even a couple of dwarves, along with supplies and equipment which would keep the Human Advokist pleased for a few days time, or at least until sundown tomorrow. There was also more passengers who’d paid a large sum of money to the caravan owner so they could travel safely, through the only route to Lomedor that was not swarming with goblin and orc.

Ravinca had even allowed Grow jaw to forego his mask, wearing one of her own. The walls glittered with blue silks and woven strands of precious and rare metals that conveniently regulated the temperate and humidity within car two. Ravinca now sat upon one of the finely polished wooden chairs, her hands resting on either side. Grow jaw stood defiantly at the door, his hand on his scimitars hilt, prepared to die for his master. “At ease.” Ravinca said with a smile, slowly getting to her feet. “There is no need to be cautious at this moment Grow, we are now traveling one of the safest and deserted roads into Lomedor.” She said pleasantly, staring out the small window on the north side of the car. They were now traveling through barren lands, it was dirt and mountain as far as the eye could see.

“That’s why I am on the alert,” Grow jow replied, his voice deep and cackly, “If this is one of the most deserted roads in all Arda, then that would surely be where the orc would look to raid, knowing that we would be traveling along it for safety.” Ravinca understood what her personal guard meant, and he meant every word. Now that she took the time to think about it, that was probably where the orcs would journey to attack, they were dumb, but not entirely stupid, especially the Orc chieftains. “Could you tell me where we are now?” Ravinca asked, walking around in circles with her hands behind her back. “We’re in the Ered Annon Mountains, down at the base. Us drow call it the foothills.” He replied, nodding to his master as he finished. The “foothills” of Arda rose around the traveling caravan as they entered the western canyon road that would take them directly to Lomedor.

Like some of the seemingly geological features on Arda’s surface, the foothills were derived from ancient architecture that had been destroyed and rebuilt over the many years by millions of individuals. She let her bored gaze leave the caravans small window, re-directing it to the drow guard who sat on the wooden bench, shining up the steel blade he possessed. “We draw closer to Lomedor,” She said, exchanging a glance with the guard. “Ah, of course m’lady.” The drow rumbled, picking up a left-over chicken leg from his recent meal to chew on. His gaze met the window, staring out at it with a look of astonishment. “Right on time them, right on time.” The advokist sighed and averted her gaze back through the window, staring out at the barren plains and ruins that was the Arda foothills.

The darkened silhouettes of crumbling towers revealed nothing but shadow moving in shadow. She could also make out a few more silhouettes, however these ones were moving. “Why must we travel by the night?” She sighed, if it was day she would have a much more pleasant journey, watching the countryside as they passed. The drow did not reply, but continued shining his blade. Suddenly the oak doors of the car opened, revealing two fat, stubby creatures that the advokist had never seen before. “Missez, we ready’ to guard ya, capn’s orders.” They said, which would probably sound like a toad if they could speak. “Very well. Then keep watch, and allow my drow guard,” Ravinca re-averted her gaze to the drow, then continued to speak. “If you see any trouble, tell me, right?” The stubby toad men nodded, laughed and followed the commands they had received.

Another silent hour passed by, the drow shining his blade and the toad-men watching the door, before the one on the right spoke, “Need anything deadzez? I cut’t up good!” It seemed that their fervior to kill was admirable, and their talent was probably indispensable. As boredom gave way to weariness, Ravinca stood and stretched, followed by a loud yawn. The next second a miniature pellet shattered the glass window on the car door – but not before burning away some of the toad-man on the left’s eyeball. He did not seem to be affected by it, but the two moved back, drawing out long wooden sticks with steel blades attached to the end by rope. “Trollzez!” the two said in Unison as another pellet ripped through the door, hitting the left toad-man in the foot.

“Grow jaw, to arms!” Ravinca ordered, running to the window that was still in-tact and peering out. The silhouettes that she had eyed out previously were now large trolls riding savage wargs, spears held in their hands and shields strapped to the beast’s saddle. “Damnit, how did they know..” The advokist said, swinging around to see the toad-men. They were now engaged in combat with a large troll, the enemy had managed to breach the caravans. A silver spear tip protruded from the toad-mans back, blood and gore seeping from the wound. The guard flopped over to one side, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. Grow now was engaged in a parry with the troll, trying to aid the surviving toad-man and protect his master.

It was not every time that Ravinca would rely solely on Grow to fight her battles, but he had always wanted to prove his loyalty to Ravinca. The troll and drow were now parrying each others blow, the drow keeping on his toes. Ravinca had to help her guard whether he wanted it or not, the troll was much bigger than himself, so was probably a lot stronger too. A jet of silver light ejected from the womans fingers, flying straight towards the troll. Blood and gore ripped from the trolls chest, the blade of Grow stuck deep into its heart. The jet of air slammed into the trolls head, knocking it to the wooden floor. The raider let off a small squeal, nothing more.

“Lets see how the other carts are doing then,” The advokist said, frowning down upon the severed body of the toad-men, who were both killed by the troll. The car swayed over to one side, Ravinca could feel the car start to travel on the left side alone, before slamming back down hard onto all four of its wheels and regaining its balance. “Lets go then!” Grow jaw yelled, jumping out of the car and into the next, his master following in suit.

Buddy was locked away in the back of the caravan, he had been arrested for stealing something from a rich man who had more money and gold than he knew what to do with. buddy didn't steal much from the man, only about a score of gold. But the rich man had to go off the handle and order that Buddy be arrested for the petty theft. nobody got hurt, other than Buddy and a couple of guards. Buddy had a black eye and a couple of bruises, the guards that apprehended him weren't much better off. He would have gotten away without anybody being hurt, if they hadn't trapped him in an alley with a dead end.

Now he was stuck in the back end of a caravan heading to Lomedor, locked away in a dirty, hot, humid, and cramped cell. the only positive thing was that there was nobody else there. Heavy winds rocked his small cart side to side as he waited in there for something to happen. He couldn't even sleep, the howling of the wind and the dirt that covered every part of his cell made it nearly impossible to sleep.

It was almost an hour before anybody showed up, it was a guard dressed in blue, come to check on the prisoner, "Oh, joy! Life at last!" Buddy explained with a slight chuckle as he sat himself up to one of the dirty walls, "I was beginning to think that this was a ghost caravan, good to be proven wrong." The guard gave him a grunt. Buddy couldn't see his company's face, but guessed it was probably an orc. "You, speak, com-mon?" Buddy mocked, hoping to get the possible orc to open of the door. Nope, didn't work the orc just threatened him in it's common tongue before leaving. "Nar Thos Dug." That was about the only orcish thing he knew, it meant No sack filth. Buddy was often called this by orcs. He was often called several negative things by several tongues.

"What was that!?" The orc shouted as it turned and faced Buddy, "You must have a death wish!" Buddy responded with a laugh, "What? did I hit a sore spot, Dug?" He could just the rage beginning to burn in the orc's eyes before it turned and left. "Ah, well. It was worth a shot." Buddy said as he laid down on the dirty floor.

A crash came though the wall adjacent to Buddy's cell, he shot up from off of the floor and looked at a gorey body that came crashing through. It was the orc guard he had insulted a moment ago. Looking back at the hole, Buddy could see something go away from the caravan. Whatever was out there was most likley something to fear. The thief could feel his heart, thumoing against his chest. He wasn't breathing as he sat there, continuing to watch the hole in his cart.

Now Buddy was worrying about the ffact he had been left here without guards. They were probably too busy protecting some 'exclusive' people that especially paid for protection. This wan not good. Buddy wasn't even permitted to keep his weapon while imprisoned.

It wasn't long before another blow came to his cart, an axe swung through the right side of his prison, making an opening for Buddy. Unfortunatley it was blocked by a troll riding a worg next to the cart. It jumped into the cart and looked to Buddy who was currently frozen in fear. It attempted to bring it's axe around but it was caught on a piece of wood. It didn't have enough momentum in it's wing. Buddy quickly took advantage of this oppertunity and kicked at the troll, knocking it from the cart.

Buddy could tell he didn't do any real damage to it, but now he could get out of the accursed prison. He jumped to the top of his cart and looked ahead, counting the number of carts to see how far he could get. Trolls seemed to surround the caravan. No way was this going to be easy, but no matter what, Buddy needed his dagger.

Buddy hopped down to another cart and entered. This was the guards' quarters, emptied out due to the attacks on the rest of the caravan. All Buddy could think was how lucky he was that this room was empty. And how lucky he was to quickly find his dagger, settled next to his backpack. But for now he wouldn't need to carry anything. Hhe moved onto the next cart, prepared for something to attack him.

The best defense is a good offense.

7 words ran through Ravinca’s mind as she ran into the car behind hers, which was now full of raiders, each wielding a weapon cruder then the last. Grow jaw stood in front of his master, swinging his blades violently as the creatures approached. “Go master, flee.” He said, engaging a spear-wielding troll in a stalemate. Ravinca could not just simply leave her guard, he had served her for a good eight years and in that time he had done his job well. Ravinca channeled the magic she had left into her fingers, causing silver jets of air to burst from her fingers, sending her enemies flying.
”You gotta leave!” The drow said, ramming his blade into the trolls hip and twisting it.

The trolls eyes crossed over and it dropped onto its face, not another word. “Come then!” He said, waving to Ravinca to follow him. The cart they were now in was filled with crates and various other objects, which was obviously the store-car of the entire caravan. The walls were lined with old portraits and old pictures, a shattered mirror lying in the far corner. Cob-webs and dust lined the corners, not Ravincas cup of tea. Another one of the raiders suddenly slouched down upon crates, its leg severed from its body. “GET OUT!” Grow yelled, being thrown through an old crate. A large tauren raider had now entered the fray, and was now throwing both guards and raiders around like children.

“Get out ma’am!” The drow bodyguard said as the Tauren raider approached him, its axe held high above it head, an evil grin on its face. “Watch out!” Ravinca yelled, a look of disbelief covering her face. The drow simply smirked, nodded and looked back at the Tauren, ready to meet his fate. Ravinca could not do anything, it seemed like her whole body had frozen..

“MOVE!” She yelled, but the drow simply lay there, resting his arms on the iron bars of the destroyed crate. Blood and gore went flying as the tauren struck its blow, Grow jaws eyes rolling over. After eight years of service, Grow jaw was finished. “You monster!!” The advokist roared with determination, throwing the scabbard out from under her finely-woven cloak. Unsheathing the blade she ran forward, driving the cold steel deep into the taurens flesh. The creature gurgled as blood spilt from its mouth, flailing over to one side as it lost its balance.

Ravinca pulled the blade from the creatures flesh, allowing the blood to flow freely over her as she jerked back. She could not help to think about her fallen comrade; but he died for her, and now she was bound by a promise she had made herself; she could not fall. Moving onto the next cart she looked around. “Guards quarters..” She said to herself as she noticed the rack of armor and confiscated weapons lying around. At that moment someone scuttled past her, nearly knocking her over. “What the hell..”
Now her main priority was to escape the caravan, which was now flailing from side to side, un-handled by a driver.

The drow sat inside the second last car, his hands bonded together by a thick rope. His head was drooped over; the drow was actually sleeping. He had been thrown in this room by the two brute guards, after Varborne attempted to snatch some gold from one of the wealthier riders of this caravan. He had been caught by one of the bigger guards; and as a result had been thrown inside this caravan with his hands bound together. The drow had never been much of a theif, but he was running low on money as of late; which resulted in him attempting to steal the gold.

"Bloody drow." A dark voice said as the cars door flew open, immediately waking the drow. Varborne looked up at the man, he was clad in thick iron mail, a hatchet clipped to his belt. "If ya eve' try to steal 'gain, I'm gonna cut ya." The guard said, cracking his neck and withdrawing his axe. "Right then." The large human slowly staggered over to Varborne, holding the hatchet over his head. The guard cut down at the prisoner, the cold steel striking the ropes and scathing his wrists.

The ropes threw themselves to the floor, curling up like a snake. The drows wrists bled from the strike, even if he had not meant to. "Now be off with 'ya." The human said, gripping onto the scruff of Varbornes neck and throwing him from the car. "Gahh. Damn.." Varborne said aloud as he dusted himself off, looking curiously around the new car. This one was decked with various objects, food, pans, crates and other things that a cook could find useful. "Right then, time to eat." He said, gnawing at a cob of corn.

Suddenly the car jerked to one side, throwing the drow off his feet and into a nearby stack of pans and pots. "What!" The car jerked back, throwing the drow into the hard wooden wall. Varborne heard mighty roars from outside and in other cars, which resembled the sound of a trolls warcry. "Damnit, whats happening." He said aloud again, looking around at the now destroyed car.

A silver pellet flung through the wooden wall, causing shafts of light to come through. Suddenly a troll jumped aboard the car, running towards the un-armed drow. The troll struck down at him with a halberd, ripping away at the corn cob he held in his hand. Varborne retaliated, kicking up a pan into the trolls face: sending it to its back. Quickly he drew his blade, ramming it down through the trolls neck.
Blood seeped from the wound, covering the tip of the warriors blade and sending a crimson ooze to seep over the wooden floor.

"What the hell is happening.." The drow thought, looking around cautiously as he withdrew his sword from the neck of the troll, wiping it on a nearby table cloth. Two more trolls ran through the car, completely ignoring Varborne as they passed by. "What is so great that is on this caravan? Nothing.. Or is it a raid for the fun of it." Varborne thought, sheathing his blade and getting back onto his feet, kicking away the guts of the fallen troll.

[OOC- Sorry for short post.]