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Tally

The storm hadn't been harsh, but rather heavy and long, the kind of rain that keeps on for days without end.  Jackal was out in it and regretting ever taking a chance to leave that last village behind.

He was soaked clean through, and still had his hood up for all the good it was doing him.  He pulled his horse up before a swift flood of water that he could not see the end of.  It covered the road for as far as he could make out—which wasn't far at all.  The rain had dropped a curtain over the world, the horizon lost in the downpour.

He cursed loudly and spun his horse about, searching for another way around.

Doc

"Tell me again why we're out here, Jackal?" There was more than a hint of challenge in the voice of the bitter elf as his pony pranced beneath him, anxious as the rest to be out of the storm. Sylus' red cloak was pulled as tight around him as possible and his hood all but covered his face, though in this downpour it did little to keep the elf any more dry than the rest of them.

Holding the reigns to his horse with one hand and his cloak closed with the other, both arms were pulled tight against him in an effort to fight off the cold. The elf was miserable, murderous violet eyes peering out like the gems of two daggers watching as Jackal turned his mount around.

Wulfgar, for his part, seemed completely unconcerned with the wind or the rain. He sat with a pleasant smile on his massive steed, head tilted back to look up at the rain as it poured from the clouds. He too held his reigns in one hand, though his other hand was held palm up at his side gathering rain. The big mans cloak had blown open, not that it mattered much to him. He was already wet, so why bother?

"Close your mouth before you drown.." Sylus hissed angrily over at Wulfgar, who only responded with a small snort and to open his mouth wider catching the rain on his tongue.

Vincent

Jassir sat astride his chestnut steed silent and uncomplaining though he was neither immune to the excessive cold or wet. Torrents of rainfall had thoroughly drenched every inch of his person and though he longed for the dry and warmth of home, he held his tongue and kept these thoughts to himself. It wasn't because he feared the consequences of his bellyaching. No, indeed not that. For the Southroad Bandits were far more lenient towards such things than the Brotherhood.

An assassin who bitched had his tongue cut out. If one complained about the wrong thing, then one was dead in short order. Disobedience wasn't tolerated and Jassir had to smirk at the hint of challenge in Sylus's tone. Such a tone wouldn't have been looked upon kindly by his Masters.

His dark eyes shifted over to the larger man, Wulfgar, watching the hulking warrior catch water in his mouth,  "Not a bad idea," the assassin murmured to himself as he removed the partially empty waterskin from around his neck. Hastily, he removed the cap and held it out, collecting the raindrops as they fell. He kept his eyes and ears alert as always as he waited for the bandit leader to answer the half-elf's moody inquiry. 

ooc: I thought this thread could use more love.

This takes place some time after Jassir's initiation into the bandit group.

I'll have another thread for his intro posted at some point within the next couple of days.

Tally

Jackal had to nearly yell over the rain to be heard.  "You'd rather go back and face the noose, then have at."

He jerked his head in the direction they'd come, where some lord or other had got it into his head to bring an entire legion of men-at-arms down on them.  There was no passing down that road without it ending at the gallows.

"We go through the forest."  Treacherous ground in there, but they had little choice.  The forest led up into the foothills of the mountains, and the higher, sloping land was their best chance at getting back to the towers.  Once they made the plateau of the tower, they'd be out of the worst of it.

Doc

Sylus said nothing else in challenge of Jackals comment. He only stared daggers at the man, though through the wind and rain it was a bit hard to tell. Sylus tried to pull his cloak tighter, but it was no use. When Jackal said they would be taking to the forests, the assassin let out a depressed grumble at that as well. Unlike most of his kind, Sylus had no love nor natural affinity for the forest. He preferred crowded city streets and twisting alleyways to goat trails and bramble bushes.

Wulfgar, on the other hand, looked rather pleased with the idea. So much so that he stopped trying to drink the rain water, returning his attention back to Jackal and Sylus. He still was wearing a broad grin though the way the rain soaked his red-brown hair to almost a black color and plastered it over his face so that his vibrant green eyes were peering out between the strands gave him a rather feral look, "Ooh, the forest? I really like that way! It's a lot prettier than takin' the road anyways.."

Ivory

The sound of hooves thundered behind them, headed towards them at a fast gallop.  The rider, her slender form swathed in the heavy, cream-colored cloak of the guard, was pressed against the horse's neck in an effort to either increase their speed or to shield herself from the rain.  In any case, between the too-large cloak and the rider's posture, it was difficult to make out any features.  The horse itself -- a dappled gray -- was familiar enough, however, for it belonged to Eliana.

The rider glanced up as she approached and reigned her horse to a halt before the group.  She swept the too-large hood of the cloak back from her face, revealing the lady herself.  In spite of the cold rain, her face was flushed prettily, and there was a glow of triumph about her that even the weather could not quench.

"I didn't expect to catch up to you so soon," she announced, her eyes travelling from the group to the swollen waters behind them.  "I sent the guards to a little hamlet to the east, but it won't take long for them to realize which way you've really gone.  And that ruse isn't going to work twice."  No matter how pretty or vulnerable the girl...

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