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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Nov 11, 2012 9:31:23 GMT -5
"Thank you for the information." Lars says as he puts some silver stags down on the table. "Hopefully you will be rid of her soon." He stands up and leaves to go towards whitehill.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 13, 2012 21:14:30 GMT -5
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He arrives in the area in the midst of the night, with nothing but the singing birds in the dark. It was a wild, slightly overgrown area that no one had tended to in a while.
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Nov 14, 2012 19:29:57 GMT -5
Lars looks around for some wood to start a fire, he would stay up a bit later before just sleeping the night away. "I should have spent at least one night in a bed at that inn." He grumbles to himself. After getting a fire started he takes out some berries he has with him and snacks on them, waiting to see if anyone decides to make a move.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 14, 2012 19:38:29 GMT -5
"Don't move," A muffled but very feminine voice says behind him, and what was presumably a crossbow is pushed against his back. "Drop your goods."
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Nov 14, 2012 19:58:40 GMT -5
"What have I done?" Lars asks his attacker. He takes out some coin and puts his bow and arrows down. "I've had that bow a long time, I'd like to keep it." He says
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 14, 2012 20:06:43 GMT -5
"Drop it," The voice said again, a hint of laughter in her voice. "Can't have you going around armed now, can I?"
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Nov 14, 2012 20:20:34 GMT -5
"Why not? I don't know who you are or what you look like. How can my simple hunting bow be of any trouble to you?" Lars says not turning around. He takes his hands away from his bow and raises them.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 14, 2012 20:25:03 GMT -5
In reply the butt of the crossbow was slammed against the back of his head and he lost consciousness.
Lars awoke perhaps five minutes alter, his goods and bow missing, as well as any weapons he had on him.
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Nov 14, 2012 20:32:33 GMT -5
Lars awoke, head throbbing, and frustrated he has lost his bow. He quickly crawls around the area to see if he can tell which was she went.
Obervation - 51 Scouting - 80
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 14, 2012 20:36:04 GMT -5
He manages to find her tracks just about, as she is obviously a decent woodswoman. Lars loses the trail after a while but in the distance, thickly in the trees, he sees a small hut, smoke emanating from its chimney.
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Nov 14, 2012 20:40:59 GMT -5
He moves closer, as quietly as he can. He assumes that this is her house and he does not want to alert her of his presence. As he moves closer he looks for the windows and door of the hut to try and find the best angle to move in on.
Sneaking - 75 Concealment - 75
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 14, 2012 20:56:33 GMT -5
Inside he could see that the hut was dark and there seemed to be no movement. It had a single door and window, which was around the side, too small to climb through.
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Nov 14, 2012 21:12:07 GMT -5
The trail ran cold here, but Lars was not one to barge in to someones home without knowing for sure. He decided to stake the place out to see who leaves the house in the morning.
Concealment - 75
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 14, 2012 21:26:49 GMT -5
It wasn't long until he saw a slender hooded figure walk through the trees and entered the house, giving a brief glance around before closing the door.
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Nov 14, 2012 21:44:40 GMT -5
It could have been his desire to get his bow back, but the slender figure was enough evidence, in his mind, to call the person Ella the bandit. He moves in, slowly, hoping she lights a bright fire or some candles. He waits close to the hut and listens for any noises.
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