“Been looking forward to running into you again, Viorian.” A vicious smile crossed Abaddon’s lips as he quickly unsheathed his trusted falchion. His muscles tensed and his blood began to pump, dark eyes fading as he slowly marched towards the three bandits who had thought they had caught him and Celean off guard. The barbarian grit his teeth as he took one step after another, his mind becoming more lost: Thoughts… Natural body functions… Society. It all became as passing thought to the man as the two bandits charged him. There was a twinge of pain as he took the first and second swing at the bandits who dodged his blows with ease. The long time in captivity didn’t help him at all, but it did not matter. He wanted Viorian.Celean’s movements were graceful, her footsteps following after Abbadon as he made his approach towards the man they met before. As she watched the two men move past him and towards her – The woman’s shoulders relaxed and her eyes focused from one bandit and then the other. A dagger thrusted towards her chest, her left heel planting in place as she swiveled and let it past her. While the bandit’s momentum continued to carry him forward with arm outstretched – Celean’s right knee came up into the man’s arm, her left elbow coming down from above. The sound of bone snapping is heard, but before the man could let out a scream, Celean’s body flowed underneath him and he was then thrown into the air and hit the ground.
The other bandit saw the opening from Celean as she remained kneeled down in a low stance, arms outstretched but her attention at the man she incapacitated. Within moments he came after her with dagger aimed at her throat…
The cook brothers Buck and Chuck knelt down in the tent where they hoped no one would notice them as the fight sparked. “You think it’s all clear brother?” Chuck asked with a nervous tone. “Aye, I do.” Buck replied as he slowly stood up.Something had torn a hole through the tent’s side as it landed at the cook’s table. It didn’t take much for Buck to start screaming as the object that landed in front him was the head of one of the bandits.
“Calm down! What’s going on?” Chuck implored to his brother from under the table. He wasn’t sure as to what Buck had seen, but he was watching the blonde woman move past the hole, her cheeks spattered with blood – a calm expression as always.
Silas knocked Ben aside, a look of determination aimed at the small manor that housed the bride. His right hand shook as he held firmly to the short sword at the ready.
“You stay away from her!” Peter cried out as he mustered some courage and leapt at the bandit. It did not take much, but Silas dodged the young man’s advances then made a clean cut at the youth’s left arm and watched him fall into the grass. The bandit smirked as he continued to walk forward, eyes shooting from one individual to another, causing the wedding patrons to turn and run away. “You two. Finish off the kid, I’m going after the bitch.” With a gesture with his left hand, the two bandits that had arrived with him nodded and pulled out their daggers… making their way towards Peter and the old man Ben as they laid in the grass weakened.
“It’s nothing personal.” Said one of the bandits as he brushed his thumb along the edge of the knife, pressed his foot down on Peter’s chest.
“It’s just business.” The other bandit said as he pressed his knife up against the throat of the downed Ben.
A flash of light struck the bandit threatening Ben, knocking him into the air and collapsing to the ground dead. Standing in the open, with some hay for Spider, was Otar, right hand out stretched and his eyes glowing. He simply shook his head at the bandit who was looking up at Peter. “You’re free to run.” The wizard said with a sigh, but the bandit thought otherwise. As the villain began to charge Otar in hopes to catch him before he could cast another spell, the wizard slipped his hand into his cloak and pulled out a crossbow and pulled the trigger.
Silas marched towards the manor as he heard cries behind him, knowing his partners were getting the job done. He quickly jerked his head back as a crossbow bolt flew past his eyes. He scanned the area for the attacker, the only one ahead of him was a halfling. The halfling didn’t seem too much of a threat, and for some reason he was pulling out an instrument in the middle of battle. Silas disregarded the odd actions of the little man and continued to scan the area to eye a wagon where another halfling with a crossbow ducked down for cover and began to reload. The cries of panic and battle continued to fill the open wedding grounds, but it was then interrupted by an enchanting voice. Silas didn’t care however, he eyed the halfling and began to charge him, short sword at the ready.
“There once was a maiden from Stonebury Hollow~....” Echoed in the background.
Viorian was humiliated at the road earlier in the day, and he took great pleasure at Abbadon’s approach. “Come on you son of a bitch…” He muttered under his breath, the bandit griping his short sword firmly.There was a odd song in the air however, and Viorian’s attention then jerked towards his companions. They had avoided the barbarian with ease and made their way towards the blonde woman in red however – One of his companions was no longer in sight now, and the other… the other was without a head, body collapsing on its knees and then toppling forward into the ground.
Viorian’s eyes shot from his companion to Celean who was slowly making her way towards him. But, where was the barbarian? Viorian’s eyes shot to where the man was previously but he was in front of him instead – falchion coming down at his head.
Edgar watched Silas run towards him as he reloaded his crossbow. There wasn’t enough time for another shot as the rogue quickly ducked his head down and the bandit’s short sword missed him by just an inch.
The halfling’s weight carried him backwards and Edgar rolled away from Silas with a smile – dagger drawn out from the confines of his cloak, the halfling gave the man a disturbing grin. “You’ve gotta be faster than that.”
Silas’ attention was now spread out… the two he was with were on the ground dead. The wedding patrons who were once running away screaming in panic were now running towards him and his companions at the tent with a look of feral anger. Things were not going according to plan… but if he was going to die. He will take out as many people as he could.
Edgar’s feet were light as Silas charged him, slashing at the air and parrying each thrust by the human. It was a magnificent display of parrying and dodge, the halfling dancing on his tip-toes like he were dancing with the human. Silas’ frustration grew, the bandit’s steps becoming less predictable and a single swing came down towards Edgar’s chest… but then a THUNK was heard.
Silas’ head reared back as a crossbow bolt had hit him in the right eye. His mouth was left open as if trying to scream out in pain, but his left eye was still focused on Edgar. With what strength he could muster, the human’s shoulder rolled back and his blade came down with a… THUNK.
Slowly rising to his feat, the bandit looked at his right arm… it had been snapped in two, but the woman who had ruined it was walking towards Viorian with her companion. His eyes shot across the wedding grounds as he started to notice many of the patrons rushing up to him. Scrambling to his feet, the bandit began to slap away at the fists that were now pounding on him. The wedding patrons were not happy of his and his companion’s arrival and he needed to get away. As he turned and began to run, his movements were hampered by hands groping at his tunic… but as it tore away, he began to run towards the cover of the forest. As he looked over his shoulder to see how far away the mob was, the last thing he saw was Abbadon leaping into the air with his blade drawn and pointed towards him.
Silas fell to his knees, a crossbow bolt in each eye.Edgar let out a sigh of relief as he tucked his crossbow back into the confines of his cloak and waved at Bartleby who stowed away his own crossbow.
“Sorry I was late on the shot. I really love that song.” The bard smiled mischievously as he tucked away his own crossbow.
The bodies were gathered away from the wedding grounds and Peter, his armed bandaged up, was standing by the door to the manor.
“It’s alright MJ. Everyone’s alright… the weddings still on and it looks amazing… Despite the fight, the halflings did an even better job than what the decorators we hired did!” “That sounds amazing… And I heard you fought bravely tiger. I’ll see you tomorrow… love you.”
Ben walked up to Abbadon who rubbed his stomach with a guilty look on his face. Apparently the turkey leg he had coaxed from the cooks had not sat well with him, and during the battle he had paid the price. Regardless, Ben smiled widely. “T-that was amazing… not only id you protect us, but you assured that no one else would be harassed by villains such as them!”
The party smiled with a bit of pride in their hearts. Ben offered the barn to them as promised, but made sure the cooks had delivered a great feast for them as well. Abbadon was given a bar of soap and some clean cloths and was instructed that there was a river not too far from the grounds. The decorations had been set, and all the wedding patrons had settled into their tends for the night.
As the moon stood in the sky in a magnificent crescent, the night echoed with the sounds of crickets and the snoring of the attendees. The barn door opened with barely a creek as a shadowy figure slipped out from it and made it’s way towards the manor.
Edgar knelt down by the manor’s lock and produced his tools and began to work… but without success. The lock did not budge, and whoever owned the manor before made sure to keep the place secure before renting it out for such occasions. Fortunately for the halfling, he spotted a potted plant not too far from the manor’s door. “Leave it to humans to be predictable…” Edgar mused to himself as he pulled a key from underneath the flower pot, inserted it to the door’s lock… unlocked it.
Then slipped inside.