Post by kinok on Oct 2, 2017 0:20:27 GMT -5
"By the gods it is hot", Crag grumbled as he sat under a tree by a dirt road. Normally Crag prided himself in his beard and shoulder length hair, but at the moment he would have preferred to just cut it all off. The shade of the tree was not helping, even though Crag had discarded the animal skins on his upper body in the hopes of having bare skin touch a cool breeze.
A breeze that did not seem to exist at the moment. Crag would have much preferred to be in his other body form, but since crossing the boarders into Alagasia he has since learned it only scared the common folk. Still when thinking back on it, he did find it kind of funny being chased by a mob wielding pitchforks and other farming tools. If nothing else it would make for a good story.
Taking some long drinks from his water skin the young man got up onto his feet and shouldered the travel pack and proceeded to walk down the dried out road, kicking up dust with each step. Crags prayer for a moment of respite from the heat would be answered soon enough as dark clouds moved across the sky bringing with it not only thunder, but also a heavy downpour of rain.
The cool waters of the rain washing over Crags exposed upper body brought relief but he would not get to enjoy it for very long as a overturned carriage with a dead horse came into view as he went around the now muddy roads corner. Cautiously Crag went over to inspect what was left of the merchant carriage. Nothing of value could be seen but every day traveling goods scattered about on the ground.
Upon looking closer at the ground Crag could see drag marks in the mud leading off the road into the woods. With the possibility of the carriage owner, or owners still being alive he decided to follow the trail off the road and soon came upon a bandit camp with a small group of four to five humans. Not being the subtle type Crag walked straight into the camp and dropped the traveling pack off his shoulder. Reaching down to pick up a bat sized piece of wood off the ground, Crag started to pat the wood into a palm with fleshy smacks as he looked over the raggedy group.
"Ok, we can do this one of two ways", he said with arrogant confidence and a smile. "We can do it the easy way, or the real easy way." The bandits just looked at each other in confusion at the half naked Crag and drew out there weapons. "Fine then, we will do it the really easy way."
