Seekers of Truth RPG

[Crystal Heart]

Sandrina couldn't believe how incredibly rude Hama was being, especially during a time of great danger. She placed a small hand upon his forearm and turned him to her. Her eyes were filled with seriousness and she shook her head.

"Just stop it Hama. You may not like others, but that does not give you the right to endanger our lives by being sarcastic. Please, just get along with Raen. We are in a place of high danger and must be on alert. So I beg you, please Hama stop. Not for everyone else, but for me. My life hangs in the balance. Your actions are not helping me," Sandrina whispered forcefully.

She let go of his forearm and stepped over to Raen.

"What do we do if they are surrounding us, Raen?" She asked, trying not to look over at Hama. She could feel him staring, could feel his eyes staring into the back of her head. She had no idea what his problem was, but once they were semi safe again she would ask and find out. Otherwise she knew that she would have to send him. She hoped that she would not have to do that.

[The Perky Ent]

Arthur was bored out of his wits. He had no idea what he was doing there. He could sense that whatever was suppost to work, didn't work. Time felt like riding a horse with concrete feet. Thinking of nothing to pass the time, Arthur began to speak:


We were so weak and febel,
but now, we're rich and regal.
We booted out my stupid old uncle
he was just a stupid bile of junk...el...

Samuel began to laugh. Seeing his brother try someting that obviously wasn't his forte was amusing. Stopping to give Arthur confidence, he continued

So now we ride, away from home
and through the wilderness we now must comb
for until we're safe, together we must roam.
So soon we'll return,
though I don't know to what effect.
And who knows? Maybe, our homes won't be beref...t

Samuel gave a small appaluse, but Harold just shook his head and sighed, and he lead the way into the distance.

[Firefoot]

Harold sighed at Arthur’s attempts to turn recent events into verse. Whatever his elder son might be, a poet was not one of them. He tried to block out the sound, and concentrated instead on how far they had gotten thus far. He estimated they had been travelling for about seven hours, since the sun showed the time to be mid-afternoon. Seven hours... two or three leagues per hour... makes about 18 leagues. That sounded right. It also meant they were almost sufficiently far away from the estates to start circling back around. He began to turn around to tell his sons this when he became aware of another sound, previously unheard because of Arthur’s pathetic attempts to rhyme: hoofbeats. He could not see the riders yet, as they were still a good way off and the land was not flat, but they were coming closer. Harold did not want to be seen. Under normal circumstances they would not draw attention, but rumors of Sandrina’s return would have reached other ears, and the three of them heading away from the estate... No, he did not want to be seen.

“Hurry, follow me!” Harold hissed, cutting Arthur’s words short. Harold heeled his horse into a full gallop and turned sharply off the road. There was a downward slope in the land only a few hundred yards away; if they could get that far, then they would not be seen. They drew nearer, but so did the hoofbeats. Harold did not dare turn around to see if the riders were visible yet. Then, he had reached it. He slowed his horse so that it could get down, and saw that Samuel and Arthur, who had been only a little way behind him, were doing the same. The slope was just deep enough for them to be unseen from the road. Harold crept back up the slope to see whether they had been spotted or not.

What he saw made him worry. There were three of them, and they had slowed to a walk approximately parallel to the road. One of them was pointing in their direction and scowling; the other two were shaking their heads and their reins as if impatient to be moving on. Harold knew they had been spotted. Now what? He sighed in relief when the riders again booted their horses into a faster pace. Apparently they had somewhere to be in a hurry, and it was lucky for them. All he could do was hope they would not remember seeing the three of them. There was nothing more to be done for it, so he returned back down to where his sons and the horses were waiting.

“We were not seen,” he lied. “There were three of them, and they just went right on past.” He wondered if they believed him or not. Somehow he doubted it, but they couldn’t prove otherwise.

“As long as we have left the road, we may as well continue. We are far enough away from the estates to start circling back around. Within a few days we will return there to see what has happened. If Sandrina is dead as she should already be, we will have no more need of plans. If not, we will decide what to do then.” What he really meant was that he would decide and they would listen, but he wasn’t about to say that. He mounted his horse again and headed off across the country.

[starkat]

Anora had fallen a little behind the rest of the company. She looked around at their surroundings and just as Sandrina spoke to Hama the sound of rustling leaves became apparent.

The young woman looked in the direction of the sound and could not see anything. Anora, her sword in one hand, caught up to the others just as Raen replied to Sandrina's question. "I heard something."