Arc 2: A Warrior’s Honor
Three days later…
The group had fallen asleep off the side of the main road leading Northwest out of Veilbrand back up towards Cre’ Est, having rounded the corner of the mountain range. Another two days or so and they’d be in Cre’ Est.
And what roused them from their slumber were the sounds of horses stampeding towards them.
The group all got up as quickly as they could and prepared for battle, but battle isn’t what came their way. Instead, what they found was a sight which they could only marvel at.
It was a woman clad in… Fairly revealing armor, going toe to toe with what appeared to be a group of Rogues which were similar to bandits, but had a more organized structure and sometimes even had entire miniature societies. And what was more amazing was that she was holding her own.
She rode astride her own steed, a beautiful golden palomino with a black mane and tail and small dark brown/black stockings on its legs. The woman in question raised a beautiful sword above her head and charged the six Rogues without fear and a mighty battle cry. The Rogues galloped towards her with their own weapons drawn.
The clash which took place afterwards was tremendous and, dare they say it, beautiful. Like most things about this woman the way she fought had a certain elegance to it. Regal, even. Every motion was clean, precise, practiced, and perfectly on point. Each strike and slash on target. It didn’t take more than a few minutes for her to take all of the Rogues down save one which galloped towards the group with a naginata drawn and ready to strike them down.
However, as he rode up and attempted to line up his weapon to strike down Lonan who was the closest, the woman’s blade appeared through his chest and he fell off his horse to the ground. The horse rode away into the distance, and the woman trotted her steed up to them and hopped out of the saddle. She drew her sword from the man’s dead body, and lifted her helmet slightly to give them a better view of her emerald green eyes. Framed perfectly by her flowing blonde hair, which almost seemed to have a pink shine in the sunlight of all colors, those emerald eyes scanned them all in turn.
”Greetings, travelers. I pray you are all unharmed?” She asked, looking at Lonan as she sheathed her weapon.