As the guard that held her at blade point glared at her, all hell began to break loose. Men covered in face and vicious as her had descended upon the group. Another ambush, as unlikely as it would seem had befell the group. As Drusilia watched the bandits drew guards, in order to rush forth and distract those who would protect their charges. The battle joined they almost forgot the killer left in their midst. It was time to escape, with so few eyes upon her...
Moving quickly she scooped up her swords, sheathing one before running towards one of the nearby horses. The horse she had stolen earlier was dead, however, this one, this one would do nicely. A chestnut mare, she mounted it swiftly making use of the saddle horn to slide into the position. Squeezing her legs together she hissed, "Go!"
The horse took off at a gallop through the chaos as she leaned down low to the horse, cutting down how much she was being dragged by the wind. Finally as they made it back to the original site of her ambush she brought the horse to a stop. The adrenaline of the situation fading she felt light headed. Giggling uncontrollably she tried to stop herself as the blood loss began to take earnest. Looking at her shoulder she could see a bit of broken shaft from where the arrow had punctured her shoulder.
Laughing again she reached up into the tree to grab her bow. Complete she moved on through the forest, looking for a new hiding spot. The presence was somewhere, that much she knew, and it was circling, better leave, heal and recuperate, before she drew upon more than she could handle. However, as fate would have it, she began to sway in the saddle as another wave of light-headedness hit her. Clutching her head with her good hand she groaned softly before it overtook her. Slipping from the saddle the horse snorted as it came to a halt. She had passed out in the forest, upon the road.
~*~
Boots heavy and dirty trudged through the forest. Having witnessed the last sight he would ever need to, he moved forward to the downed visage of the Drow warrior. Pulling the pipe from his lips he grunted softly before he uttered softly, "Don't make 'em like they used to. Back in the old days, a hunter could 'ave taken twice the blood loss and been fine. Comes to show ye, these kids have no respect for traditions..."
"And back in the old days wizards were far worse, and magic was an unstoppable killer, yes we get the point Baruk. Lets get her back to camp, she's going to attract much more attention, the poor duke..." A man strolled forward as he leaned down. Carefully pulling the swords from their holsters, he handed them to Baruk as well as the bow before he quickly patted her down for more weapons. SHouldering the girl the man sighed as he strained to get her up, "Not a lightweight, perhaps she isn't just a baby..."
"I tell ye if Thoracis Rakarth were still general of the Alerian army she'd still be awake..." The dwarf Baruk said. His leather armor stretched as he shouldered the weapons with a whistle before putting the pipe back between his lips. Puffs of smoke came from it before he pulled it out and puffed smoke out. "Travis, I have to ask, do you think she's really going to be the one?"
Travis, a man also clad in leather armor stopped looking over his shoulder. He sighed before he said, "You and I have both had our goes, and as far as I'm concerned the Traitor Generals are far out of our league, time to train the new group, before the last of us are destroyed. General Reyes is already wiping out camps near Otaria. How long before she gets bold enough to hit Corone, or Allerar?"
"Aye, that witch took my best axe she did, poor shaft, Liviol too! I have never seen anything like it," Baruk said as he moved alongside his friend. They marched back to the camp, drowess in custody before Baruk said thoughtfully, "What if she doesn't want to train? Drow were stubborn, back in my day-"
"Dirt was a new concept and women had just become the newest invention to rival beer, yes I know Baruk, just, trust me for once, and don't question my methods. She's still connected to the river, and she needs to disconnect fast, or she will be killed. Thats our first goal..."
"Aye, stupid wench, hunting us down...Alright, I'll get the medic, probably can't take magic anymore, poor lass. Be rough on her to say the least..."
Out of Character:
Spoils:
Wanted for Murder - Druisilia has been associated with the murders of Duke Gallen Cormyr and his personal servant Reeves. Should Druisilia be spotted at ALL by the Corone Guard she is now Kill on Sight.
Drain Magic – By exerting the basic ability of Magic that is innately present in all life, the hunter can begin to drain the Magical energies form the very air about them. The result is a feeling of coldness as the Mana is pulled into a vortex and locked away. Note that the accumulated Mana is not destroyed only stored. This often times is used by hunters trying to prevent a charge up attack, but requires two things of them;
1) They must remain stationary the entire process as the funnel must remain stationary to effectively drain the Mana.
2) The spell must not be more powerful than the hunter. In terms of levels a Hunter can only drain magic in an area that is no more powerful than they are. The spell Level must match the Hunter’s Level or be lesser for the Hunter to be able to drain the Magic. Cannot be used against instant cast spells.