Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141029134758/@comment-24685738-20141101210723

Ever so slowly, a carriage wound its way through the marshes of Hjaalmarch, hoping to make it to Solitude by nightfall. The dignitary inside believed he was perfectly safe, thanks to his bodyguards.

However, he had no idea of the eyes watching him…

“Move out…” The lead bandit, a female, whispered.

Slowly, ever so slowly, the others of her group slowly surrounded the carriage, staying just out of sight, thanks to the fog.

They began to sing.

The bodyguards on horses looked up, confused, but slowly those angry expressions became dreamy ones, and they trotted towards the sound of the noise.

The only thing the dignitary could hear was the screams as they were torn apart.

He was becoming nervous, now. He had to get these letters to Solitude, but no one was here to help him, any more.

Even the carriage driver was gone!

He gasped. “Bandits!” He muttered to himself. Even he had heard of the Bandit Queen Hippolyta, and her magical friends…

He jumped out of the carriage, his round belly jiggling as he ran away, hoping to run into a Guard Envoy before the bandits ran into him.

Unluckily for him, he was not as fast nor as intelligent as he believed he was. The instant his feet touched the ground, a woman shot out, grabbing him from behind and holding a knife to his neck.

He struggled, and kicked, but was unable to escape the iron grip of the beautiful woman. He would’ve said something, but the cold steel of her knife dissuaded any noise.

Finally, he got up the courage to say, “Unhand me!” Before the knife pressed deeper into his neck, lightly drawing blood.

“Shut up!” The woman hissed, in a strangely melodic voice, as her comrades began to make swift work of the entire carriage, carrying off gold, wood, taking horses, and even looting the body of his bodyguards.

Soon, there was nothing left…. Except for him.

The one woman who was holding a knife to his neck swiftly gagged and bound him. With one arm, she picked him up, potato sack-style.

He screamed, but the noise was muffled by his bonds as the women began to enter the swamp, again, slowly taking him to their lair…

It seemed, as if by magic, that a dense forest-no, jungle-had sprung up on a few of the islands in the salt marshes of Hjaalmarch.

Unfortunately for the dignitary, that was exactly where they were going.

The bandits leaped nimbly through the jungle, over vines, roots, and fallen trees as they finally reached their camp.

It seemed as if they were excavating something. Men were being put to work, excavating a gold…. Statue?

A beautiful woman, the most beautiful of all the bandits, sat on a golden throne, watching the slaves work.

By her side, a large tiger slept.

The bandits dragged the man over to her, and she stared coldly down at him.

“Hello, man.” The lady growled, and snapped her fingers.

The next thing that the dignitary knew, he was working on the excavation, like a drone.