Blades of Trust

[skuggflamma]

The heavy rain was pouring down. Soaked everything. Not even the ranger could start the fire. All the five tents was leaking and the horses stood with mud up to their bellys. They all had desided to call it the day, even if the night was young. This was the campsite of the highpriest and his escort; some young paladins from the order of Bel'tiai. Some poor recruit was put up for the watch tonight while others tried to find a dry spot in their tents. The darkness fell over the camp and soon you could hear snoring from some of the tents.

Catelyn was in one of the big pavilions, waterdrops fell down from the roof and landed on her forehead and the coldness woke her from her sleep. She struggle to get free herself from the heavy grips of the dreams and halfawaken she rose to her feat. The wind was tearing the tent. Catelyn yawned and start looking for her boots in the dark - she found the were she'd left them. She'd sleept in her clothes this night. The grey tunic was a bit damp of the rain, and her white silkyshirt wrinkled from the sleep. The woman that was leaving the blue-and-white pavilion was shivering in the cold and weat night. She had pulled the fur from a direwolf around her shoulders and started walking to the woods. The guard was sleeping, but she didn't notice that, nor the thief cuting his throat or the other robbers lurking in the darkness awaiting a sign from their spy. She walked down to the river, but she didn't get that far.

A steady hand pulled her in to the shadows of a oak and pushed her up against it's trunk. Catelyn didn't have the time to scream, the strangers hand landed over her mouth and the strainger whispered close to her ear.

"Thurst me, you don't wanna do that"

[HoudiniDerek]

Guang bobbed to the surface of the river and managed to swim towards the shore. He had been fishing earlier in the day when he had been attacked by bandits. He had managed to shoot two, but the rest had riddled his boat with arrows. One had managed to lob a homemade bomb into the river, which destroyed the rear end of his boat.

Guang had been flung headlong and landed by a small outcropping of rock in the river. Three arrows had pierced him before he could get into the current. Finding a small log, he had lashed himself to it with his belt and passed out.

The rain had brought him awake, several hours downstream. He knew he was not that far from where he had been attacked because the river was broader here. The current had pulled him away and he had probably been in the main current for quite some time, which was much slower.

It was dark, but he could see the outline of trees and he had paddled to make it ashore. He laid there, facedown and content for the moment. His body needed help, but he needed to rest too. He was about to move when he heard footsteps.

Moving his head slightly, he saw a girl, damp to the bone coming towards him. He was small and blended in well with the mud, so she might miss him. Suddenly she was gone. Guang resisted the urge to look up. But he heard a voice then...a voice that chilled him to the bone even if he had not already been that way. It was the voice of the man who had ordered the attack on his boat. Gritting his teeth with pain and anger, Guang slowly moved his arm toward his side, hoping he could get to his sword in time.Edited out a stupid mistake. ;D -