The muffled screams and mewls coming from the bandit only became more unnerving when Jeanna interjected. Benedict folded his arms and looked down, concentrating on the information that was about to poor out of the pathetic wretch's mouth. Those who gandered at Otto would notice his eyes now narrow and keen like a hawk as he zoned in on the bandit, perhaps to confirm his own mysterious suspicions.
"
I-I don't exactly how many there are" he choked in between tears "
we keep losing and having more replace them s-so we don't bother keeping track. I think we have about 50 men right now."
"Bullshit" Otto interrupted
"There is no way 50 idiots with wooden clubs could take on trained Eastern Vulgan mercs."
"
It's true I swear!" he cried "
I-its our boss, Zeke, he's a m-m-mage or something. Even went to one of those fancy schools in the Eastern Vulgo." He looked up to Renvar and Jeanna "
He's got some weird fire magic, it don't move like you think it would. It's w-wriggles around like a worm, I dunno how he does it. He don't talk about his magic. He would set some kinda trap where it would spring up on the caravans and burn most of them, then we would-
"
Go down and slit their throats while they were burning." Benedict said with a tone of disgust "
miserable cowards"
The bandit shifted uncomfortably against the tree. "
We get to keep all the gold, but Zeke had some arrangement set up with people from Segell City. For a couple of months I saw some guy with long black hair and one of them cloaks a real wizard wears taking the weapons. But he got replaced with this other guy a few months ago" Renvar could tell that the bandit was telling the truth, utterly terrified of the torture that would await him. But what he also noticed was that this bandit was far more fearful of this "other guy" than he ever could be of their group.
"
He was really mean and scary. At first we all made fun o' him because he came with no weapon or any guards. Some of us tried to rough him up and he killed 'em all with his bare hands." Now Otto was paying close attention as his scowl became more deeply carved into his face. "
He always had this sneer, the kinda look you give to a gal at a pub or something, but it was at all of us. Zeke was real polite around him.
"What did he look like?" asked Otto, though it seemed he already knew the answer.
"
uh-uh-uh he was real pretty. Like a girl. No um, beard. Well he would have been pretty if he didn' t have that awful look on him all the time. Short blonde hair, like a military cut or something."
It was at this point that Selia took notice of Otto's general appearance. Like Shay before at the banquet, his shadow radically stood out from the others. Though unlike Shay, it was clear there was nothing else interfering with the man's aura. But his own could only be described as a violent ocean. The shadow waved and rumbled about consuming and crashing into itself, spurting out and holding back the mass of energy held within. It was like the lid of a pot barely containing the boiling, overflowing water. Otto grinded his teeth at the unknown man's description as he casually walked over to the bandit.
"You can die now."
Before Benedict could protest and before anyone else could stop him, Otto raised his foot into the shrieking, screaming man and smashed it into his face. The sound the the skull flattening and cracking and the mushy
schlops of the meat and brains pouring from the newly created orifices were sickening to say the very least but it never once deterred Otto. It was becoming more and more obvious to the rest of the group that their new "friend" had no qualms about killing people both brutally and cruelly. He placed the offending foot on the chest of the now practically headless bandit and wiped the gore off the bottom of his boot.
"
Why did you do that?!" Benedict yelled "
He still hadn't told us where the camp was!"
"No need to" He said as he pointed to Coby off in the distance
"It seems you have a decent tracker among you. Just follow the idiot fleeing for the safety of his nest and you'll find the eggs"
Benedict was quick to open his mouth and protest when he heard Balton cut him off. He could only sigh in response, he had handpicked this group, the least he could do was put his faith in them. He nodded to Balton and gestured him to go with Coby.
"
Let her lead though, you don't look your best at the moment" Benedict warned to Balton, who had briefly noticed that Balton was looking a little off after the encounter.
"
Still, we're incredibly outnumbered, not counting you there are only ten of us here." Benedict said, turning back to face Otto.
"You have the advantage of the woods. You can move about while they'll be too scared to leave the safety of their base. Plus you have me"
"
Are you cocky enough to think you can take on 50 men?"
"Yes. You also made the mistake of calling them "men". These are thieves, not fighters."
"What about their leader, the mage?"
"Any mage of actual talent wouldn't be leading bandits and squatting in a forest.
Benedict nodded and finally acquiesced. He was beginning to wonder who was really leading his team. Still he turned to the rest of the them and gestured to follow Coby and Balton. He took another look at the hapless bandit and grimaced at the gory display of brute force.
"Did you really have to kill him like that? he asked Otto "
Why not a sword or an axe?"
"It doesn't matter how a person dies. Just as long as they die."
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Coby and Triversia tracked the fleeing bandit for two hours, making sure to not give their position away to the scampering outlaw. Though they were fairly certain that even if they did slip up that would only have made their target run even faster towards the base. The rest of the group followed as quietly as they could a couple dozen yards behind, pausing their movements every once in a while until Coby and Triversia gave the signal to start moving again. It wasn't an uncommon sight to see splashes of blood stain the bark of a tree or the green on some shrubbery. A sign that the bandit's wound was still fresh and raw.
The forest itself to the more magically or spiritually inclined felt corrupted, but not in the colloquial term of evil and plagues. The forest instead seemed worn out, tired and lacking in the vibrant energy that once kept the Goblins and Bandits from claiming these lands almost entirely as theirs. Still small pockets of its once great majesty showed occasionally when a great beam of warm sunlight managed to penetrate the thick foliage and reach the forest floor where some woodland critter might flatten out and take a sun bath.
Still the reminders of the past were still there, though not in such quantities as seen on the road. Every now and again someone in the group would look up and seen a skeleton tangled in the branches high above, or down below with them crushed and buried under some fallen log. The most disturbing sight though was the elf that had been nailed to a tree. Their arms had been pulled back behind them and wrapped around the trunk of a tree with their wrists and ankles nailed. The decaying rags of its clothes was the only thing keeping the skeleton from falling apart. Luckily they only saw such a sight once.
Another lucky thing was that they never ran into Goblins, though one or two members of the party swore they saw or heard something brush against the bushes and skitter away. Whether it was just an animal or an actual Goblin none could tell. The lack of Goblins was primarily attributed to both Coby and Triversia, both of whom with experience in dangerous forests could almost instinctively tell when they could have accidentally wandered into Goblin territory.
By the time they saw the smoke from the bandit camp, the sun was practically gone and night was quickly befalling them. The two scouts could see that the camp was built around a large cavern that seem to jut up from the rest of the woods and descend underground. The bandits had taken the near infinite amount of timber that was available and built around the cavern entrance which looked to be their center of operations. Tents and small, one room ramshackle buildings littered the area as well as two or three watch-posts for spotting anyone advancing and for shooting them down with crossbows if need be. Luckily, the watch-post near Triversia and Coby was unoccupied for some reason and they could have advance further if they wished. But Coby hesitated, she felt there was some trap waiting for them to spring if they advanced further. But as she looked around, there was no thin line of string waiting to be tripped over, no bear trap, no anything. It seemed they never expected anyone to invade their little base. And yet to Coby, something seemed wrong, something in her gut said that if they pushed in they would instantly regret it.
They suddenly heard yelling coming from the camp. As they looked to the small campfire that had been made, they saw a group of around three bandits surrounding another bandit, the very same one that they had been tracking, stilling holding back the bleeding from his head with his hand as well as holding back his tears as another man opposite of him yelled at him. Though this one looked much different from the others. He was dressed in a mossy green robe with long greasy white hair and a patchy white beard with a raggedy brown fur vest. The most peculiar thing about him though was two medium sized metallic vases, strapped around either side of his waist.
"YOU IDIOT!" he shouted "HOW DID THIS HAPPEN!"
"I'm sorry boss..." the man sniveled "they didn't look that tough but there was this big one and he was butchering 'em all. I only managed to get away."
The man, which Coby and Triversia figured out was Zeke, their leader, slapped the man right where his head wound was and the man double over in pain. Crying profusely.
"Fucking Dumbass! How nice of you to lead a bloodtrail for them right here." He then began jumping on the bandit and kicking him in the head before being pulled off by the other three.
"Get this disgrace out of my sigh-" he paused for a moment before viciously smiling, turning to one of the other men. "When was the last time we fed Bull Daddy?"
"'bout two days ago we bagged him a doe."
"Oh he must be awfully hungry" he said coyly as he knelt over the wounded bandit and ground his moaning face against the dirt. "Feed this fucker to him." The poor wounded bandit, barely conscious of what was happening was picked up by his arms and dragged into the cavern below. Zeke turned and picked up a pot and a pan from the fireplace and began to bang on it. Stirring the other from the tents and small rooms out of their light slumber.
"We might have some company tonight! So get ready! I want crossbows on the tower!" he shrieked.
Meanwhile, Benedict and the rest of the group and slowly crept up behind Triversia and Coby and slowly pointed to Zeke.
"
We need him alive and able to speak to Renvar, so nothing lethal around him" He outstretched his arms and pulled Coby, Keevah and Triversia towards him.
Selia sees a shadow. Something Slimy and oozing crawling towards them
"
You are my archers. Scattered and shoot from the protection of the woods, keep the rest of us protected and provide support where you can. You should use those specialized bolts of your Coby, it'll keep them frantic and too scared to fight."
Could be an animal. Like a large slug may....its too large to be a slug... or an animal
"Erin, I'll need you to work your magic at your absolute best. Tripping them and slowing them down works, but we're going to need more lethal approaches. Stick with the trees like the rest of them."
What is it? Was it getting closer? She couldn't tell.
"Nuit, I'll need you to sneak around and cause as much damage as you can. Slit some throats then run back into the woods. It'll be dangerous because other than our archers, you'll have no one to back you up.
It looked like it was expanding. It's shadow was wonderfully compacted and structured despite being so oozy.
"Sten, Henry, Jeanna and Selia, you're our cleanup. Any that survive the arrows, the daggers or magic. Kill them. You'll have me and Otto as your backup...Where did Otto go?"
At the last second, Coby saw it too.
Out of the bushes something blackish and transparent leaps out and attaches itself to Benedict's back, covering most of his armor. Coby smelled it and instantly knew what it was. Even though her nose said one thing, her eyes couldn't believe it.
It was oil.
"FOUND YOU!" screamed Zeke as he pointed towards the group's direction. "GET ON THOSE WATCHTOWERS AND SHOOT THEM!" He rolled up his sleeves, revealing grimy hands with inch long fingernails. He smiled and for a brief moment closed his eyes.
"burn"
The flash of light was brief as the oil ignited on Benedict's back. The oil was surprisingly little as it burned away quickly and luckily it had scolded only Benedict's armor and not much of his skin.
...But he was still unconscious.
Quickly a horde of bandits appeared from behind the cavern, brandishing all sorts of weapons from sabers, to clubs and spears to even a few rusty war-hammers and great-swords. To count them would take too much time. The crossbowmen were beginning to climb the ladders up to the watchtowers and a few of them were even climbing to the top of the rocky cavern. Trying to get as much of a vantage point as possible.
Two managed to quickly get up to the Cavern top but were suddenly pulled down by an unseen hand and thrown down. Breaking their necks. Zeke and his horde of bandits didn't notice as with a twist of his hand more oil poured from his vases and spun slowly into his hand. The bandits began to walk quickly towards the group and the Crossbowmen had gotten into the watch-towers. Three for each of the three towers and they all pointed their weapons at the group. Still none of them noticed as a huge figure of a man, almost seven feet in height with a small hatchet in his hand, climbed up the cavern and looked down at the small army in disgust.
Then he jumped down on top of them, and everything broke out into pandemonium of kicked up dirt and a few flying bodies. The only sound that was louder then the sounds of the fighting was Zeke suddenly panicking and shrieking. Many of the crossbowman turned and watched in stunned horror at the carnage before them, but a few still took aim at the group.
"FIGHT OR DIE!" Otto yelled as blood began to splattered into his beard and hair.