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Started May 02, 2018 by @Young-Dusty-the-Monarch-of-Dusteria group

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“Well I’m Tanrial,” She said, pointing to herself, “And that’s Bernon and Mike,” She point the boys respectively, “We’re just passing through, trying to head West, see.”

"West," the man said. "Hmm. Interesting. Well, the West isn't really going anywhere, now, is it? How about you come back with us and visit the tribe a bit? The moment the chief heard of you, he was very curious."
Bernon paused politely, but Mike was already shaking his head. "Ah well see, we're kind of in a hurry here. Tell your leader we're very sorry, but we just can't stay."
"He won't be happy to hear that."
"I'm sure he won't, but tell him maybe we'll be back someday–"
"Oh hang it all," the bandit interrupted. "I'm done with this silly joke. I'm the leader, and I demand that you come back with us and have a nice chat or I'll be very upset!" The other bandits brandished their weapons threateningly as he said it. "Oh, and we'll let you go afterwards, don't worry," the man added.

Tanrial frowned a little, on edge as she made sure the protective bubble stayed around the three of them, “We’re seriously in a rush here. We’re on a deadline that we can’t miss so I’m sorry but we can’t stay, truely we would if we could.”

(sorry, busy day yesterday)
"Ah ha," the leader said. "But were you aware of the dangers up ahead, should you continue down your current path?"
"We have a good map," Mike answered firmly. "And we're well prepared for the dangers we might find."
"Not this danger. And you won't find it on your map, either." The bandit tapped the side of his mask as if tapping his nose conspiratorially. "At the edge of the Mississippi river, on the only bridge that still spans it, there is a band of mercenaries blocking the road. We don't know why they're there or who they're waiting for, but they haven't moved for three days now and I doubt they'll let you pass without trouble."
Mike paused, glancing at the taller man suspiciously. "How do you know this?"
"As painful as it is to admit, we are a weak tribe. We only escape being taken over because our territory is barren and we keep to ourselves. Our only skill is observation–we watch the world closely so we're always a step ahead. And sometimes we share our findings with a lucky few."
"For what price?" Bernon asked cautiously.
The bandit leader stamped his foot. "Come say hello to my tribe, for goodness's sake! If you do, I'll throw in a bonus and tell you about a secret way across the river further north! Please?"

(All good)
Tanrial sighed softly, rubbing at her brow with her thumb and forefinger. Whoever this bandit leader was, was acting a lot like an ungrateful child. However, if they were going to get past the mercenaries and find out this secret way across the river, they couldn't really protest much longer, "Fine. We'll come say hi. But be cannot stay for long, understand?"

(btw we haven't just talked in a while, how's your life going?)
"Understood perfectly!" The leader flourished his sword and gave them a bow. "On my honor as a swordsman of old, I promise you'll be well on your way in no time." He waved impatiently at the other bandits. "Hurry up now, get in formation! Let's show our guests the way back!"
As they were escorted Tanrial and the others into the northern woods, Bernon glanced at the bandit leader. "So….I don't think I caught your name?"
"Ah yes. I'm Corin. Corin the Crazy, they call me–I assure you I can't imagine why. So where exactly are you from, brave travelers?"

(Mehh I guess. Better then it was. I moved schools like a week ago so that was… fun? stressful as heck. Yours?)
"Well it's nice to meet you.. Corin," She tried a smile, "I'm from further East, quite a bit further East from here. The boys are… I'm assuming the same? I can't remember if I've asked, sorry."

(Ah yeah that does sound stressful :< I'm pretty good, like I'm super busy but most of it's my own fault so I can't really complain. I'll be glad when the 4th of July is over, these fireworks are setting me on edge ^^; Is your new school nice at all?)
"I'm actually from the west originally," Bernon replied. "But it's been quite a while. Mike's the same, right Mike?"
"Essentially." Mike seemed reluctant to give out too much information. "We've ben living in a local fishing village for a week or to now and only just left."
"Ah, I see! I too was from the east, Miss Tanrial. Tell me, have you ever heard of the Olympics?"

(Yeah I bet. My new school is so much better then my old one. It's more self directed learning instead of traditional teaching. Also science and maths based. And it's like a senior collage so only years 10-12)
"Heard? I've been! It was a very long time ago and I can't quite remember all of the details since it was ages ago but it was pretty amazing. Noisy and everyone was very competitive but it was a great atmosphere." Tanrial replied.

(Well that's good to hear, I'm glad you're liking it so far ^^)
"Really? How lovely! Do you know, I was once an Olympic-level fencer! Until the accident, of course." He waved his sword, and only now did it become clear that it was actually lashed to his arm, right where his hand used to be. "I'll never be the swordsman I once was, sadly, although I still hold the advantage of years of practice and experience in battle." he paused, then added hopefully, "I don't suppose any of you are fencers?"
(oof I gotta go to bed, talk to you in the morning!)

(Sorry I had to go out and then was with the bf! See you soon!)
Tanrial shook her head, sighing and slipping her hands into her pockets, “Sadly I’m not. I know how to use a sword, you can’t constantly reply on magic now, can you? Never did get around to trying fencing.”

(all good!)
"Me neither," Bernon admitted, and Mike shook his head as well. Corin seemed disappointed, his shoulders slumping, but he kept his voice polite.
"Ah well, it's a shame, but I wasn't expecting much. Here are the boats, mind your step."
By now they'd walked deep enough into the dead forest to reach an area that was completely flooded with muddy water, up to the waist in some places. Tied to a tree nearby was a fleet of makeshift canoes and rowboats, and the bandits hopped into them, leaving as much room as they could for their guests.
"Quite the weather we've been having lately, eh?" Corin remarked, elegantly waving for them to sit down. "The drowned forest is almost always…well…. drowned, but it's been quite a while since we were able to take our boats this far from the actual marsh."

“Probably because of that huge storm we had a few days back,” Tanrial sat down in the boat, looking cautious, “We all got caught up in the thing which was very unfortunate.”

Corin nodded as the boats started gliding between the trees, heading northeast. "Were you? As were we! I suspect everyone in a twenty-mile radius was, actually. That reminds me–I'm afraid our home is in a bit of a shambles at the moment, so I apologize for the mess. We live in a rather exposed area by the lake, and several of our outbuildings were utterly…..what's the word?"
One of the other bandits, a woman in an orange prison jumper with a cowboy hat wedged on over her mask, finally spoke up. "Trashed."
"Yes! Thank-you, Starshine. The place is trashed. I hope you three don't mind."

"Ah don't worry, we've stayed in worse recently. Actually, do you know that bandit group, run by a guy called Boar-Back a few miles East of here? Is camp is probably worse then yours so don't sweat it."

Corin gave an involuntary shudder. "Oh, you mean old Loki? Why yes, haha, we're…..acquaintances. What caused you to cross paths with him?"
"He captured us for a while," Mike said, watching Corin closely. "Why do you call him Loki?"
"Ah well, it's a long story. Are you by any chance familiar with Norse mythology?"

"Not particularly," Tanrial replied, "However I know he's the god of mischief. But I only know that because I watched the Thor movies way back when that was a thing."

"Good, so you have some education on the stories. Well, there is another, older story about Loki–how he angered the other gods and was punished by having the venom of a snake dripped on his face for all eternity. I'm sure if you have seen Mr. Boar-back's scars, you can make the connection."
"And….he doesn't find that offensive?" Bernon asked nervously.
"Fortunately, he finds it amusing, and I have found that being amusing to him is a wonderful way to avoid dying in his presence," Corin admitted.

(Alrighty)
"You got that right. Or just get rid of some magical entity that's been annoying his tribe for a while, that seemed to do the job just nicely, too," She sighed, "I didn't see his scars I don't think, did you Mike?"

Mike shrugged. "They seemed kind of hard to miss to me, considering they were right on his face, but then again, the light was usually pretty dim in that forest."
"I'm sorry, back up a bit," Corin said. "You got rid of a magical entity for him? Where exactly did it end up, might I ask?"

"I'm old, my eyesight itsn't what it was," She rubbed at the back of her neck, "And for the entity, it could be anywhere really," She lied, "Probably moved from where we put it, it seemed to like finding people to terrorise."

"Well if that's the case," Corin said, "I believe I know where it went….the tribe across the river has been acting even stranger than usual of late. They seem rather frenzied, like a dog nagged by a stinging fly."
"That's pretty accurate," Bernon mumbled, but Mike silenced him with a look. "How much farther is it to your camp?"
Corin pointed up ahead. As they broke out of the woods and rowed onto a vast, desolate floodplain, a cluster of crooked building appeared through the haze in the distance. Many of the building were made of wood and seemed to be on stilts, while the one in the center was made of concrete and resting firmly on a spur of dry ground that still stood above the water. "That is our camp," Corin said. "Humble and less-than-luxurious, perhaps, but at least we can mind our business out here relatively unbothered."

“Hey the designs of those houses are like the Polla’s village. With the whole stilts above water thing,” Tanrial commented, nodding towards the houses, “It’s a pretty innovative idea. I’m betting that the house in the middle on the piece of dry land is yours, Corin?”

"A fair and accurate assumption," Corin said with a nod. "Although the main room is large enough for all of us to shelter in during bad weather, and one of the side chambers is reserved as a medical bay. It can be somewhat stuffy in there, however, so I'm going to suggest we sit in one of the lookout towers while we have our tea."
As they approached the camp, some bandits noticed their arrival and started gathering on the mazelike docks around the building, waiting for them to get close. One of them raised his spear and called out to Corin.
"Welcome back, Chief! Are those new prisoners?"
"No you fool, they are honored guests!" Corin yelled back. "Go tell the cook to prepare some tea and luncheon!"
"But there's still no tea–"
"Nonsense! On the double, man!" Corin turned to Tanrial and spoke much more politely. "You'll have to excuse my companions, I'm afraid some of them have absolutely no sense of decorum. Here's the dock, mind your step."