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[The Black Lunged Drifter] ~Close to the Edge~


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                                                                                                 ~Close to the Edge~


 

The cold, gripping night, overtook Haense with its overwhelming presence. The Drifters wagon that remained void of warmth and vibrancy, would only get colder during the night; leaving it to the hunters that had chosen to approach this wagon to provide it with life. Now that the Drifter had placed trust into these ‘regulars’ that have started to take on bounties, he saw it to only be fit that they went on this next bounty to finally save Hans’s (event npc’s) daughter. 

 

    After it had been 3 years of the Drifter relentlessly searching for the girl’s location, he had found it. 3 years can make some go mad you know…and I am not speaking of the Drifter.

 

    Choosing to send them out, the group of brave men would be halted by Hans (event npc), as he would beg as if he were a starving animal. Hans (Event npc) only wished for one thing, and that was to be brought along with them whilst they went to save his daughter. After hours of pondering they would shakily agree to grant the slum dweller, his request.

 

    On their way out into the deep, dark, depths of the Wick Wood, the men found themselves harshly outnumbered after a small recconasainse of the outpost. Knowing that they would need to manouver, and strategize with utmost care, the men formulated a plan that included Hans Dragovitch disguising, his already somewhat Eagle Legion-like presence, to fit in with their ranks, by pinning one of their Eagle medallions that their men from previous encounters had carried on them. Though the disguise had seemingly worked out well, being that the man who questioned Hans would go as far as trusting him with the livestock cages. Though he would be tasked with the unbelievably hard job of deciding on a slum dweller who lived; the reason being that the Eagles had abducted various slum dwellers from slums to use them as symbols of their power over those who had taken up slums in the Wick Wood.

 

    The choice would seem obvious, as their only reason for being out there was to save the girl. Though it had seemingly pained himm for a moment, sacrificing the life of an old man as tribute for when the eagles went to collect and torment taxes out of the slum dwellers. Not liking the idea of those that Fyodor had previously saved being tortured and killed without mercy, he would begin riding his horse over in a mad rush in attempts to get to the slum dwellers before the Eagles had.

 

    Once the main forces of Eagles had left the nest (that was cheesy, I know), the group of hunters took the opportunity to charge into the lightly defended camp, and save Hans’s daughter (event npc). This fight would be taken care of with ease, as there would barely be any resistance to be put up.

 

    Meanwhile though it would be cut seriously close, Fyodor would manage to successfully convince the slum dwellers, who had been being lead by his old friend Albert, to escape back to Haense and set themselves up nearby the Drifters wagon.  As you could probably imagine, an empty slums would piss the Eagles off, throwing them into a rage that would relentlessly burn on whilst they destroyed the slums. Not being able to accept the destruction of their homes, some, now dead, slum dwellers rushed back to attack the Eagles. Not wanting these men to die, Fyodor rushed after them, as shortly Hans and Thorn would have develpoed an insatiable thirst for combat and violence; forcing them to start a dead sprint to the smoke filled slums.Though it woul seem that once they had reached the battle field, Fyodor and the slum dwellers would have taken care of the Eagles for the most part.

 

    Returning to the Drifter’s wagon would leave an angry bounty dealer yelling at Fyodor for allowing these slum dwellers to set up at his wagon. Now expecting his payment, the Drifter would now make plans to continue their unrelenting advances on their pushes for retribution against this Legion.




 

                ~In the Shadows~

The harsh flames of a torch would echo out in the Wick Wood as a lone man wandered throughout the forest, uncovering the remnants of the battle that had taken place against the slum dwellers. The reaction of this man was quite odd, as he seemed to understand and know who caused this. Walking over dead bodies, he’d light the dormant pits of dwindling flames that surrounded the camp only to reveal 5 who stood at his side. Underneath his hooded cloak, he’d utter the words “We’re coming for you..Drfiter” the man spoke in a harsh, and deepened tone that would be filled with calm anger. This unknown man would spit on one of the slum dweller’s bodies before being followed out of the camp by that five others that had accompanied him out there.

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