Arvan was walking through the woods on his way to Reedus.
He had decided to bring with him Jolan, mosly because he felt sorry for him but also because he wanted some company other than Sir Gerdof, who had turned out to be a stuck up idiot. The other person he had chosen was a fellow Nerogueian, but by no means a trustworthy companion. She was an outlaw who had turned to Nerogue after the sacking of Tomeu and had chosen to keep her identity hidden. Instead she went by the name 'The Blade' and was trusted by few. Arvan had chosen her because she was an excellent fighter and he thought they needed extra protection, due to him and Jolan's inexperience in combat.
He didn't like the path they had taken. There could be anyone hiding in the thick foliage. He stopped to take a look.
He saw some birds fly out of the treeline.
"Everybody, stop!" He commanded in a hushed voice. "Something startled those birds, be on your guard!"
All of a sudden an arrow flew out of the woods, everyone recoiled in shock and Sir Gerdof's horse, Annie, nearly fell over.
Faster than anyone would believe, a mage appeared and blasted sir Gerdof with fire. An archer had also appeared on the rock and Jolan turned and shot him.
The Blade instantly span around and charged at the mage with her swords drawn. Arvan spotted something in the trees and was about to shout a warning when...
A third assailant jumped from the trees and kicked The Blade to the ground.
He turned and hit Jolan so hard he stumbled back into the bushes.
Arvan, realising he was the only of the four left standing, reluctantly charged and tripped on an arm jutting out of the ground, presumably summoned by the mage.
Arvan landed face down on the ground. The third man prepared to strike.
All of a sudden, the man was ungulfed in flames from behind. The mage who had attacked was still panting, recovering from the two spells he had just casted, so it couldn't have been him.
Arvan jumped to his feet and recognised the man. It was the outlaw he had encountered at the inn!
Remembering the promise he had made, he swung his sword...
...And severed his head from his body!
Arvan turned on the exhausted mage
After checking his friends were ok, Arvan prepared to leave. He wasn't satisfied, however. Why had these people attacked them? Who were they? Why was the outlaw there? Who had shot the flames at him?
WARNING this section contains an abundance of exclamation marks!!!!!111!!!
My first ever 'proper' tree! (Not to shabby) Loosly based of this one here.
Close up dead guy! Why did I take this picture?
Rock! I didn't really like this rock but I needed some sort of backdrop.
Quoting Gilbert Despathens
The border's definitely a winner. Actually, despite the blurs and the motley outlaw minifigures, the whole MOC looks great. The realistic look at Nerogue keeps making me happy, too.
Thank you! Hopefully (Not a promise) I'll be using a decent camera soon