Oh no! A Bandit! (Job/FOT)

Job!!!:

The Order of the Flame’s Reach were on their way back to their base after they had found and retrieved a cart that they had found in the desert. It would take them a while still to get back to the base since they were carrying the cart by hand, Gilles and Husk working together to pull it. The group was hoping to make it back to their base before sunset. They have yet to make any actual progress in their goals to unify the scattered bandits of the desert country, Helio. To make matters even worse, they had hardly even came across any of the bandits that were supposed to litter this area. So far they had met a small encampment of bandits that were now long gone, and there was a single bandit that broke into their base and tried to rob them. Normally they would go ahead and kill or convert these bandits, but they wanted to spread the word of the religious order’s presence and what they had planned here. So far they had yet to see the fruits of this labor and were beginning to wonder if they should go with a more proactive approach. Also, they had been lucky enough so far to stay out of any drama between the three factions of the nobles, the slaves, and the mysterious new country that used to be the capital of Helio. While it might be beneficial to take part in that, it could prove to be too messy for their order. So they were instead taking advantage of this chaos to form a fourth faction that would be serving as a part of the Order of the Flame’s Reach, just like how the Dragon’s Horde Alliance is a sub group of the order. If they could manage to unify and take control of all the bandits in this country than they would have a huge force here, one that they could use to affect other areas as well. And who knows, Perhaps the Flame’s Reach will join the fray of the three-way dick measuring contest as well.

Once they were about ten to fifteen minutes away from their base they would finally come across a bandit, who was blocking their path. The bandit was a young person, perhaps even younger than DuskII, the youngest member of the inner circle. The young man looked tired and skinny, as if he had not eaten much recently and if he had been just standing on that road all day hoping for someone to pass by. He was wearing the armor of a heliohapt soldier, or at least they assumed since they have yet to meet a soldier of this country. The armor was slightly rusted and about a size too big for the young bandit. Then there was his sword, it was a large, two-handed khopesh, which was a large curved blade that was popular in this country. It was clear to the group, or at least the 3 more experienced members that he was rather given this as a family heirloom or, judging by the rust, from a grave. Dawn would sigh, this was the second time that they were being held up by a bandit for money. He would sit straight in the cart and begin talking through his mask, “Oh no, another bandit. Please don’t take everything that we have in our cart. Please we need this gold for the orphanage. Oh woe are we.” There was a clear sarcastic draw to the words he spoke. None of the group was worried about this lone, amateur bandit. One of them was a trained knight in the Sassan army, and two of them were former bandits that had more than enough experience fighting when needed. By this point, a scuffle like this was more of a nuisance than it was a challenge. The bandit would reach for his blade, drawing it with trembling hands. “h..hand over all your v..valuables and no one will get hurt” the bandit would reply with a shaky voice. Husk would sigh since it was his duty to deal with nuisances like this. Dawn was not good in close range combat, and Gilles was more than likely to kill the bandit or set him on fire while laughing about it. The bandit would begin to just wildly swing his blade left and right with his eyes closed as the pit fighter moved closer to him, “St…stay away from me!” he would swing between each word as if to emphasize them. Husk would dodge these in a lazy fashion, not desiring to put much effort into evading such amateurish attacks. It was clear that he was not even focused on hitting Husk, there was no killing intent behind the swinging blade. Once he was bored of this little dance, the masked cultist decided it was time to bring it to a close. He would rush in low to the ground, bringing his half closed fist up to the man’s solar plexus creating a second force of impact by closing his fist, hitting with the rest of the hand. This would cause the novice bandit to fall backwards, hitting the ground with a loud thud. He would stumble back up, dropping the blade and his armor falling off due to the fall. He would turn and flee, leaving behind all of the stuff he had stole from a dead soldier. The quad squad would laugh at this spectacle and look at the armor and blade. As the one to defeat him, Husk would pick up the armor, putting it on for himself, putting the sword into the cart with their other goods. They would discus what just happened as they continued back up their journey to their base. One back they would unpack the cart and put the goods they found into the storeroom of the base that used to be a normal house. They would then all go to bed after a long days work of looting and fighting.

WC 1000+/1000

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