Snippet #1487552

Eddie Clarke watched the Leader of the white shadows approach him, and barely managed to conceal another mischevious grin, this was too easy, these Healer types had bought his ruse as soundly and seemlessly as he had geussed in the blinding flash of impulse and insperation which had struck him back in the forest.
Eddie truly loved it when a plan appeared to be coming together...

The Leader of the Raven reigned in his horses and bowed his head to the Healer as she stopped beside the coach, a picture of pacifism and tranquility...

"Greetings traveler. What brings a member of the Pack to our humble encampment?"

Eddie put on his most winning smile in reply as he awnsered,
"Ah, nothing more than a moments sanctuary after a hard day on the road, my charge and I wont take up much of your time, I simply wish to linger here a while, also, I believe the Pack will soon try and make contact with me here, and I wouldn't want to miss that!"

The Rouge countinued to smile plesantly as he reguarded the Woman carefully and decided that he hadn't missed his geuss after all... not that he had ever doubted himself, of course.

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As the members of the Red Raven rode from beneath the thinning trees of the Cenrtal forest and out onto the Western plains, Bjorn Heldenhammer paused a moment to check his men-

Ras and Lelkum, two of the bands most trusted swordsmen, rode on either side of him,
Sticks, a broad shouldered, bald headed Mercanary who weilded two large clubs in battle, also rode nearby, as did 'The Brothers' a trio of ruthless pirates who harldy ever spoke, their skin was as black as night and they each carried a long, wickedly curved Scimitar that, Bjorn knew for a fact, they all most definatly knew how to use.

All of these men wore the Red bandanna of the Raven, as well as the small wing tattoo above the left eye, which them out as an elite Warrior of the band.
Bjorn reighned in his horse as the rest of the band drew level with him, more men had joined them as they rode towards the rendezvous and they now numbered around twenty, Bjorn rubbed his blonde beard with one large, gauntleted hand as he considered Eddie's final instruction.

With a grunt, the big man straightend his shoulders, shook back his long, matted mane of golden hair and urged his mount forward into a quick trot, the rest of the band followed his example and soon the Red Raven's where moving at a steady pace, out from under the eaves of the forest and forward onto the Western plains.