They're razing, not raising

[Overlord of Muffins]

The sun set as Vork and a bandit group of about thirty exited the tree line and caught sight of the small village. It wasn’t a large town, hardly worth the bandits’ time. Vork looked to the bandit leader and cackled, “This is where you grew up? You kept saying city, I pictured it bigger.” The bandit leader didn’t even bother to look. Vork had only been with the bandits for a couple of weeks. In that time, they hadn’t done much, and Vork had started to get bored. This time there would surely be enough for him. His voice taking on a suddenly serious tone, Vork asked, “Tell me something. Have you ever seen a turtle get down?” The bandit leader looked back, with a puzzled look on his face. He replied, “No, I haven't. Something’s not right with you.” Vork chuckled and replied, “I thought that much had been deduced already.” He reached into a pocket of his clothes and produced a small turtle. The bandit leader tilted his head and made a confused mumbling noised. Vork threw the turtle, hitting him square in the face. Then Vork ran towards the village. Once the bandits realized what just happened, they drew their weapons and ran after Vork. Vork was much faster, and got deep into the village before the bandits reached it. As they neared the village, some of the bandits used their torches to set fire to buildings. Vork ducked behind a house, and then peeked around to look at the bandits. Giggling, he sat back against the house.

[fallon]

The smell of rain lingered in the air, her leather boots soaking up water as they slushed through the mud. Clouds hung over her, like a dark impending doom, she hated this weather, and it made her feel like the world was sad. Cerelia pulled her hooded cloak over her head a little more, hiding her face a little. Avoiding stray people in the street she made her way to a somewhat lively building, well it was livelier than the dark appearance of the village around her.

She pulled her cloak from her face as she pushed the door aside, to reveal a room filled with tables, some empty, some filled, and some over piling with drunken men. She walked up to the bar, and pulled out the stool. Automatically the man poured her a heavy stiff drink. She wasn’t much of a drinker, yet she accepted it and placed a coin down. She didn’t want to refuse this hospitality; so far no one was staring her down or anything.

She gulped down the drink, placing her glass back on the bar, the tender saw it that she wanted another, but Cerelia just raised her hand and shook her head for now. The man shrugged and continued to dry off clean glasses. Well, somewhat clean glasses.

She pulled her hair off her back and wringed it out, water droplets falling on the floor. She smiled sheepishly and apologized to the Bartender, some men mumbled behind her, nothing she could quite hear. A lot of rumors spread around the town, a lot of talk of a raid or something of the sort, she didn’t pay a lot of mind, because Cerelia was too innocent for simple rumors.

After grabbing the cotton rag from the man she wiped up the water from the floor under her, more talk being said, and it got a little louder. Drunken men bursting out laughing and stumbling over each other, as a few even had the nerve to walk up to her. Mumbling something in audible and then trying to grab her face. She slapped the man’s hand away and simply glared at him.

“Don’t touch me…”

The man gave a blank stare and slowly just walked away, saying some rather mean words about her as he continued to leave the bar. As the man opened the door, she could hear a loud ruckus rising up outisde

Cerelia squinted her eyes, and saw the flickers of torches through the window. Sighing, she paid the Bartender, slipped her cloak on, and walked casually out the door.

Men, of all sizes, ran around the villiage like thingyroaches. Bursting into homes, stting fire to areas around them. Two men even came running her way, trying to moe past her into the bar. But Cerelia stood her ground, and as once got close enough, she grabbed his forehead and pulled it down, into the mud beneath her feet. She moved quickly, so fast that the other man stood confused. The bandit laid in the mud, just coming up to realize what happened, when Cerelia planted her boot on the back of his head, sending it back in the watery mess.

The other man roared and pulled out small rusty sword, he swung it like a mad man. Cerelia just laughed and thought to herself, " What kind of bandits are these?!" She pulled out her bow lightning fast and planted a large arrow into his skull before he could even get close to her with his blade.

Cerelia looked off, people ran around the village, one that seemed so empty a hour ago. She looked for the leader, nothing this organized could be without one.

[Overlord of Muffins]

Vork watched happily as someone dispatched of two bandits whom he'd not liked one bit. Vork actually felt a little sad that he hadn't been the one to kill them.

Vork stood to get a better look at who it was. Seeing it a woman, he laughed loudly. "Hey Peter, you got beat by a girl!"

Before he could go over and laugh more at Peter, a hulking brute of a bandit rounded the corner. The big man looked down and said, "Vork, why'd ya throw the turtle in his face? He wants ya dead now."

Vork laughed and said, "Charlie, didn't I tell you this raid would go awry?"

A look of anger came across the big man's face. "Vork, You know I hate riddles. I told you I kill people who tell me riddles."

Charlie swung his sword down in arc that would cleave Vork's left off. Vork merely turned, then punched Charlie in the wrist. When his grip on the sword loosened, Vork grabbed it. Spinning to his left, Vork brought the sword around and smacked Charlie in the side with the flat of the blade. When he reeled over, Vork jumped onto him and sheathed the blade in his back.

Vork jumped off him, then shook his head. "Quite a shame, Charlie. I enjoyed your company."

Vork lifted the body, holding the sword in place. He slammed it into the building, pinning the body there. Vork jumped onto its shoulders, then climbed onto the building. He turned around and sat down, dangling his legs off the building.

Vork paused a moment, then called down."You ever eaten mud? It's not a very pleasant taste, as Peter would probably tell you. Mirth would likely agree, were he able to speak." Vork paused a moment before laughing loudly. "Now there's an ironic name. Not a bit of joy in that one, the world should thank you for getting rid of him."

[fallon]

Cerelia looked around, only to see a rampage of men running throught the street. Setting things on fire, and they almost seemed to be looking for someone. Cerelia slung her bow back across her body, and suddenly heard a mans voice call out.

It apparenly was addressing the man that felt the leather of Cerelia's boot on the back of his head, while his mouth was filled with mud. She looked over to see a man by a corner of a small building, while another man ran up beside them. Bandits of this raid she presumed, however, she felt that it wasnt necessary to adress them back, as they were not charging towards her.

She watched and tilted her head to the side as the smaller man manuvered around the other ones blade and then used it against him. The man movements were gracefull, like he has been fighting for quite a long time, knowing every angle of the objects around him, and how to use them.

The Man climbed up on the roof, and she watched him carefully, squinting her eyes. He let his feet dangle over the edge, then suprisingly he called out to her. Making references to his comrade who still layed there in the mud.

" Are you the one who comands these.... boys." Men wasnt quite the word to use for them, as most of them were older than her, but had no expirence at all to even match up to her. She looked up at the man on the roof, he seemed to calm to be thier leader, maybe only be one of them, however she wasnt gonna let her guard down.

[Overlord of Muffins]

Vork struggled to contain his laughter as the woman asked if he was in command. “Me? Lead? Oh no, I’m afraid your mistaken. I never liked leading. Too dull, too boring.”

Vork leaped from the building and walked in her direction. “In charge here, you’re looking for Paul.” He crouched down over Mirth. Vork lifted him up and inspected the arrow in his head. “Funny how you got him in his face. That was all he had. A five year old could have bested him in a sword fight.” He dropped the body and turned toward the woman. “If you’re looking to topple the whole organization, you’ll want John. He should still be at the camp a couple days away.”

He looked down at Peter and chuckled. “Poor Peter, reduced to a silly mud eater. He’s one of the few that I’d say deserves a quick death. Although, drowning in mud is a bit more hilarious.”

“I imagine you’ll want to clear these guys up and go after John. That’s what I intend to do. He never liked me.” Before he could say any more, an arrow hit him in the back and protruded through his chest. The arrow was covered in a glowing green liquid the consistency of blood. Vork paused a second before smiling under his facial coverings. He stumbled back a step and turned around before falling on his butt. He reached a hand towards his attacker before falling onto his back.