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Night had fallen in a flash. The turning of the seasons had caused a change of atmosphere that cut twilight short and plunged the world into a chilly darkness the moment the sun set. For Loclaren’s caravan of performers this was no new feat. They had travelled the Road for decades and then some more when the group had still been known under a different name, so they were used to the sudden fall of darkness.

Earlier that week, their numbers had increased with the arrival of the silent and analytical Peace Keeper Alexander and the pragmatic fallen Winged Taern. They had been well received and all members of the caravan had tried their best to make them feel at home. Especially the boy Shun had gone through great lengths to make sure Taern had everything he needed to get through the day. And every night since, the boy had begged his mother to let him sleep next to the man.

She had refused at first, but Shun had been on his best behaviour lately. So eventually, she had given in, as long as Fugue would keep an eye on the child. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust Taern with her son – after all, Taern had been nothing but kind and patient when dealing with the boy – but she just didn’t want Shun to be a bother to their guest, imposing on his sleeping spot at the edges of their camp. Fugue had not minded, observing man and child from the shadows cast by one of the wagons.

Somewhat deeper into the forest bordering on the camp, four dark souls gathered to do some observation of their own.

“Are you sure that’s him?” one asked.

There was a coughing laugh, quieted by a piece of cloth. “Lookit dat pendant. No mistaken’ is him.”

A third figure frowned, scratching at the flop of uncombed and messy hair. “I thought he was bigger. But he’s kinda scrawny compared to me.”

“Everyone’s scrawny compared to you, fatty,” the first argued, punching number three in the flabby gut. There was a groan and a thump and an imminent threat of a brawl when a sharp smack to both their heads kept one and three from going at each other. “Enough,” a fourth voice hissed, a venomous edge to the quiet sound. “He’s definitely the one meddling in our affairs. Our profits have gone down seventy percent since that guy showed up in these regions. We’re hard working bandits. I won’t stand for this. Our thieves’ honour depends on it.”

It was quiet for a short while, until number one spoke up again: “So what are we gonna do, chief?”

There was a sharp intake of breath and a rustle of bush as a knife was drawn. “Slit his throat.”

“But there’s a kid with him!”

The coughing laugh that followed was drowned out by the sound of more weapons being drawn. “Slit da munchkin’s throat, too.”

Number three was last to follow. “But what about the others?”

“They’re performers, numbskull. They won’t do anything. They can’t do anything.” Hyena-like laugher spilled from the chief’s lips then, an eerie sound that echoed through the forest and rolled into the clearing from every side. The bandits kept to the shadows as they moved to slip into the camp, Taern their prime target. And anything that would be or come between them would meet their untimely fate at the ends of their daggers . . .
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The sound of a whisper sliced past the thieves invading Loclaran’s camp, followed by a noisy thunk as the blade landed next to the fat man’s nose. The heavy blade wedged itself solidly into the ancient oak, quivering slightly in the air.

“That was a warning.” The voice came from the shadows in front of the anticipated murderers, cold anger laced through it.

The sound of blades escaping their sheath were unmistakable in the night as Alaistar purposefully moved into the light from the shadows that surrounded his camp. His silver eyes were narrowed as he pulled the blades and held them out. They were long and deadly-looking, heavy blades that could- if he were so inclined – cleave a man’s head in two like fine butter cream.

“Unless you wish to find out just how well performers can fight, I bid the leave my camp at once mongrels.” His voice was low and harsh, a shadow of the smooth baritone that normally played from his lips. He was only partially dressed- although he hadn’t been sleeping, but rather wandering about the edge of the camp as he was wont to do in the days just before the itch of travel started to prickle at his scalp – he had nothing covering his dark skin but the loose trousers he wore yesterday. Not even shoes covered the man’s graceful feet.

His eyes almost seemed to glow in the moonlight as he glared at them, his jaw clenched as he regarded them, “I do not wish to injure you, but I will not suffer your presence in my camp. You are not welcome here.”
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Tue Oct 19, 2010 8:10 pm
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((OOC: I'm so sorry I didn't get to post yesterday, I was at work a little later than usual. Hospitality jobs are like that XD ))

It was not of his nature to keep his guard this low for so long but having made himself at-ease within the company of these people Taern was as comfortable as if he were in his own home. There was no one else he could blame for his lax awareness but himself and he could never hold Shun and the children responsible. They were meant to be carefree and oblivious to the dangers that often prowled the woods and Taern worried that if he constantly girded himself with suspicion it would fill them with worry.

So, he pretended as if nothing was wrong, as if this was the safest place they could be and he was the safest person they could be with. He must have been quite the actor because there was hardly a moment that passed when Shun was not by his side. Taern grew to love the boy as if he were the one who sired him, so much so that he sometimes felt envy towards the boy's parents and even Fugue who was somewhat a guardian to him.

However, this night was an exception. This night, he would not have grown even the tiniest bit jealous if the boy had chosen to dote on his mother or weave baskets with Fugue. This night, for just one night, he wished he did not have Shun close by his side.

Taern recognized their voices instantly. Their tones were low and hushed as they plotted their scheme. The Demon did not think they would be this brazen (or this stupid) to approach the campers but he chastised himself for underestimating their gumption. As uneducated and shallow as these men were they were extremely dangerous, each just as sociopathic and deranged as the other. Taern had no doubts that Alistair could handle the small group of thugs but his honour refused to let another man engage in what he deemed was his fight. Taern knew they had come looking for him and, quite honestly, it was only a matter of time before they caught up to him at this camp but he could not endanger the lives of these good people by staying here so he decided it was best he left.

Taern calmly approached the subtle conflict not giving the impression that anything was wrong, so focused on the group of men that he was not even aware of the fact that Shun was following two steps behind him.

The first vagabond, after nearly losing a chunk of his hair, attempted to be crafty. "Please forgive us," he said hoping to play on the stranger's sympathies. "Me and my brothers, were attacked by a bandit an' he picked us clean like a vulture. We're cold an' hungry an' tired. We ain't got no food in our bellies an' we was just hopin' we could impose on your kindness for one meal and warm fire to sleep beside... just til morning and we'll be on our way."

Taern rolled his eyes and scoffed at the pathetic sob story. The sound caught the man's attention and he immediately sprung to his feet and pointed an accusatory finger in Taern's direction. "Th- That's him!" he shrieked. "He's the one!"

The others caught on quick to the little ruse and began to play along. "Don't let him near me," one sobbed and dove behind Alistair's taller frame to use as a shield.

"He's a monster I tell you... a monster!"

"Don't let him fool you," the first appealed to the dark elf. "He's not what he appears to be. Kill him... strike him down now while you can before he gets you while you sleep."
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Fugue had always had trouble sleeping on his own. His irrational fear of being alone kept him awake at night, even when there were so many people around him. They were all happy families, huddled close together against the chill of midnight, or lone wolves that didn’t mind spending their night time alone. Fugue was not such a lone wolf, sadly. He needed someone to keep him company, someone to hold or touch even if it were just the fingers during the darkest hours of the evening. He had thought about seeking out Alexander, for he knew the Peace Keeper didn’t sleep, but he didn’t want to be a bother. The other man would be busily writing in his journal around this time and the Muzen didn’t have the heart to take up yet more of his time with his selfish need to have someone to talk to.

Propped up against a wagon wheel close to one of the small bonfires of the camp, Fugue tried his best to read. The darkness made it hard and he had to strain to see. He knew he should probably move closer to the source of the light to not ruin his eyes, but he had promised Esmeralda to keep an eye on Shun. He knew the boy was happily enjoying the time he could spend with Taern and as such Fugue had hidden from his view, to not rouse the suspicion he was spying on the boy. Shun would only get flustered by that, claiming he didn’t need a babysitter.

When the high-pitched laughter of the bandits rolled into the camp from the forest, Fugue could nearly feel his heart stop. His guts knotted and a cold sweat broke out across his skin, limbs shaking (from cold or fright, he didn’t know). There were quiet sounds of threat and the unmistakable sharp shnkt of blades being drawn. With a start, the Muzen turned sharply to peer around the wagon wheel to where he knew Shun and Taern had been sleeping. He had to check if they were alright.

He was in time to see Shun sneak after Taern and the theatrics the bandits displayed to give Alaistar the wrong impression of the dark-haired Winged. They shrieked in mock fear, a flurry of movement as the scrambled and regrouped – one of the scoundrels even having the guts to hide behind the caravan’s leader. Fugue could feel the colour drain from his face, he knew Alaistar didn’t take well to have anyone that close to him so he suspected there would be blood tonight. There was a second moment of fright when the boy Shun flung himself between Taern and the bandits, throwing his arms around the taller man.

“Taern is NOT a monster!” the boy claimed with rosy cheeks, indignant and still half asleep. Shun wasn’t aware of the true nature of the bandits, too young to fully grasp the treacherousness of adults and too sleepy to fully realise what kind of position he was putting himself in. The only thing he did know was that these scruffy hyena people were bullying his friend and as the oldest of the kids around, Shun had to set a good example and carry out their justice. “He wouldn’t kill anyone!”

Fugue’s body moved before he could think it over: Alaistar and Taern could handle the bandits to keep their troupe safe – he was sure of it. He’d hold down the fort and be the safe haven Shun could return to, if the men could usher the boy back to camp without any trouble.

Trouble however, seemed imminent with four crafty and ruthless criminals in their midst. Three of them exchanged foul glances between them, two sets of lips slipping into knowing grins of which one was hidden behind a piece of cloth. One was slower on the upkeep and made a small noise, not really knowing whether to keep up the act or move along in the plan that had wordlessly formed between the villains.
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Alaistar's entire body stiffened as the stranger's hands touched his bare skin, the man huddling behind him in a mockery of the elves' intelligence. The sensation of a stranger's hand touching him- touching his skin - a shiver of disgust slid through him. His eyes darkened and what happened next was really more of instinct than actual thought. His body shifted, his hand clamping down on the other man's wrist, the other hand snapping at the bandit's elbow. There was a sickening crack remarkably similar to the sound of a celery stalk breaking.

"Your lies stink worse than your clothing." The death elves' eyes were dark as he stared at the other men, ignoring the broken bandit in front of him. "You smell like thieves, I don't like thieves." He said starkly, taking a step away from the man before him and throwing the broken arm away from his body, ignoring the man's pained and outraged shriek.

"Shun you will return to camp with Taern immediately." He said, keeping his gaze on the bandits, his feet moving to keep his blades between the boy and the bandits. "I have observed Taern very carefully, I am well aware a monster he is not."

Alaistars' lips twisted into a smile, the look somehow twisting slightly, darkening the look, his voice hardening as his words were once more directed at the bandits, "Leave. Your presence is unwelcome."
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For the most part, Shun's statement was inaccurate. Although it was debatable whether or not he was, in fact, a 'monster' and his outward appearance hinted otherwise, the truth was he was a mutation and an abomination to his kind. The proclamation that he would never take the life of another was not entirely correct either. He had brought a swift and much needed end to many who had committed injustices but, in proper context, he was not so heartlessly cruel to butcher another without provocation. Still, it warmed his heart to know that the child had that much faith in him and he gazed in adoration upon the brave boy as he defiantly faced the group of bandits.

A loud, blood-curdling scream quickly followed the sound of snapping bone and the more experienced of the group noted the speed and efficiency with which the death elf put one of his men out of commission. Now realizing that they were out of their league, a hasty retreat was the best tactic. But the thief was full of pride and would not allow them the pleasure of watching him scamper away with his head down and tail between his legs and so decided that he would not leave empty-handed.

"I see," he nodded and slowly raised his hands as if offering up his surrender. "He's already gotten to you. This monster that pretends to be man has already pulled the veil over your eyes." The bandit took a deep breath before releasing it on a defeated exhale, his head dropping low. But his eyes, hidden behind the curtain of his unwashed, shaggy hair locked onto the small boy and calculated the distance between them by the swiftness he would need to deploy if he were to pull off his next trick successfully. "Doesn't anyone ever think of... THE CHILDREN?"

Like a crouched predator, he pounced towards his prey and Shun's shriek of surprise became a muffled scream of indignation when a large hand clapped across his mouth and another wrapped around his torso.

It had all happened so quickly that Taern didn't get the chance to pull the boy out of harm's way. He brought his hand to the hilt of his sword, eager to deploy it and knowing that nothing would make him happier that severing his head from the rest of his body, but he couldn't risk hurting Shun and was wary to to have the boy witness him kill anyone. Even if this bastard deserved it.

"Hold still, ya little shit," the man grunted as his captive thrashed and flailed in an attempt to escape his stifling grip. "Now me and my men are going to back away slowly. Don't try nothin' funny and don't try to follow us neither if you don't want nothin' to happen to the little one." The bandit brazenly met the furious gazes of the death elf and the fallen winged, and his cockiness only amplified once he had regained control of the situation but he screamed bloody hell when the boy managed to bite him hard.

"Let go of me, you wanker!"

By now the other accomplices were huddling around the safety of their leader, knowing that the two swordsmen wouldn't risk harming the child and they quickly aided their leader in subduing their means of escape by stuffing his mouth and binding his wrists and feet together. Once he was restrained Taern could only watch with a sick knot in his stomach as Shun was tossed over the man's shoulder and they made a hasty escape.

"W-Wait! Don't leave me!" the injured bandit cried out once he realized that he was being abandoned. There was no code of honor among thieves. Alastair still had him in a tight grip he was and as far as the others dared to care, he would either be imprisoned or executed for his crimes. Besides, one less man meant larger cut when it came time to divvy up the spoils.
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He had been rushing to their side, but he was too slow. Fugue’s eyes widened as he watched the scene unfold: Alaistar moving quickly to remove the unwanted presence of a bandit from his person. The snap of bone was sickening and even though he had been expecting it, Fugue still felt sick, his own arm throbbing in empathic pity. His nausea was intensified when he heard Shun yell, his mind momentarily blanking. He wasn’t a fighter, he never had been, but he did have a sense to protect those he cared about. But there really wasn’t anything he could do without endangering the boy.

Coming to a silent halt behind Taern, Fugue watched in horror as the boy was gagged and bound, held close to ensure a safe retreat. Shun screamed and cried, but the cloth in his mouth muted the sound. Looking behind them, Fugue noted the noise had alarmed others of the caravan. Wary gazes were set upon the three, the injured bandit whimpering and clutching his arm to his body.

A woman with long black hair rushed towards them in a panic. “Shun?” she cried, moving to Alaistar first. He was their leader, the driving force behind the caravan. Esmeralda didn’t know what had happened, she had only heard the whispers and the yelling of her own son, but she needed to know. Fugue intercepted before the woman could cling to the dark-skinned death elf. He knew Alaistar would never purposefully hurt her, but on edge as they were by the thieves’ appearance and Shun’s kidnap, the muzen reckoned it best if he would try to calm the mother down.

The woman’s eyes were large as they bored into his, pleading him to tell her what happened and where Shun was. There was no hint of accusation in her eyes, but Fugue could feel a wave of guilt wash over him. He had been Shun’s caretaker, Esmeralda had trusted him enough to let him look after her son and now he was gone. Taking hold of the woman’s hands to keep her from flailing in her panic, he hushed her, glancing over his shoulder for a moment to see how Taern and Alaistar were holding up.
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Alaistar's body stiffened as the boy was grabbed. He didn't move, he didn't even flinch. Instead he watched with cold eyes as the bandits took the little boy, wrapping him up and hauling him off. Fury was really the only way to describe what he felt at that moment.

He felt Esmeralda's question, simply the boy's name, deep in his heart. She and the boy were a part of his family, and he let them down by not being careful enough, by not being fast enough. He gritted his teeth, he was not used to failure, he didn't like it, and he wouldn't tolerate it.

"Esmeralda." He said, his voice distant, "Go back to camp and have the twins come and take care of what the bandits left behind. If they want to help fetch Shun back afterward, they have my permission." He glanced over at Tern, and then turned from him, heading for the shadows of the woods, "I will bring the boy back. Come if you can keep up, or stay and watch the camp."
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Helplessness was a concept as foreign to him as surrender. Hope had always been his driving force and his faith in Alma kept his courage burning like wood to the fire. But it was the guilt he was experiencing now that dragged him into the mire of despair and the thought that he could have done something... anything to keep Shun from harm.

He was grateful for AListair's unwavering confidence that brought the urgency of the situation back into perspective. The Winged Demon nodded and tightly clutched the hilt of his sword, prepared to follow this man blindly into the fray. He followed suit closely behind him into the forest's darkness with grim determination. Taern stopped briefly in his tracks to turn and face Fugue. The young man did not possess the countenance of a warrior in Taern's eyes and he assumed he was too frail to hold his own should a fight break out. Yet, he held great significance to the kidnapped child and the taller man place two large hands upon the Muzen's shoulders and attempted to offer some form of assuagement.

"We won't return without him," and he gave those shoulders a comforting squeeze before quickly meeting step with Alistair's retreating frame.
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Fugue watched Alaistar take off into the darkness, the determination in his stride assuring the muzen that he would make sure Shun would be reunited with his mother, no matter what the cost. Taern also emphasized the thought, his hands on Fugue’s narrow shoulders. The blonde nodded, knowing the fallen Winged was right. They wouldn’t return without the boy. But as he watched both men disappear into the darkness, Fugue’s reassured spirit crumbled under the feeling of guilt that had accumulated on his shoulders. How could he stay behind when Alaistar and Taern would both be endangering themselves for little Shun? He wouldn’t be able to forgive himself if something happened to either three of them. He had been careless in watching the boy – it wasn’t his fault bandits had decided to attack the camp, but he could have been more careful with allowing Shun to sleep so close to the camp’s edge.

Behind him, he could hear Alexis and Xander’s voices, reassuring the other clan members and giving curt orders, expertly picking up where Alaistar had left off. He turned his head for the timespan of a heartbeat and locked eyes with Esmeralda. Her eyes were glittering with worry and unshed tears. She knew the thoughts running through his head and she wouldn’t tell him not to go. Alaistar had said that Taern could follow him if he could keep up. Fugue reckoned he would be the uninvited guest that extended the invitation to himself as well. He would make sure not to be in the way.

With his lips set in a grin line – an uncharacteristic serious expression gracing his features – Fugue followed after the other two, trying to catch up to the fair distance they’d already created. He wasn’t a warrior. He wouldn’t be able to fight, but he was driven and he could defend himself if he needed to. But most of all, he was a familiar face and had welcoming arms for Shun to hide away in when Alaistar and Taern had freed him.

Somewhat deeper into the darkness, the three bandits hauled Shun along with them, mercilessly slung over the shoulder of the biggest man. The boy tried to kick his legs and scream against the gag in his mouth, but all movement proved to be ineffective. The boy only had so much energy left in him, being rudely awoken during his much-needed sleep, so his body fell still not too long after. Feeling miserably scared now that the indignant anger had worn of, Shun could feel tears prickle at his eyes. Where were they taking him? What about his mom and dad, would he ever see them again? Were they going to sell him off as some sort of kitchen hand and would he be forced to spend his days in dark, stinky cellars scrubbing pots? Or cooking dinner for these horrible men? Shun could make a mean omelet, but he didn’t think the three thieves would be very pleased with his culinary repertoire.

“Fine mess we got ourselves in,” one of the bandits muttered, not seeming all too pleased with the turn of the tables. They had been after Taern, but had ended up with a kid hostage.

The bandit that had a cloth over his mouth hissed. “Told ya to slid the kid’s throat. Wouldn’t have that dirty elf after our asses right now.”

Shun gasped. Were they going to kill him? He started wriggling over the big man’s shoulder in distress. He didn’t want to die! He still had to go on a date with Lizzy and marry his mom! He still had to become as big and strong as Taern and learn how to play the ocarina like Alaistar! He let out small squeaking sounds and flailed, eyes screwed shut angrily. No way that he was giving up without a fight! He fought against his restraints, trying to loosen them up so he could pull the big bandit’s hair. He didn’t manage to untie himself, but Shun did accomplish grabbing a fist full of dirty hair and yanking on it, making the big thug yelp in surprise.
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Sheathing the blades held in each hand, the death elf paused only to grab his throwing blade from the tree it had landed on in his warning to the thieves. His feet moved swiftly, finding the path he wished to take easily. He tucked it into the loose belt that wrapped around his hips, knowing he'd need it before the night was over. Not that he minded at the moment.

Alaistar wasn't feeling guilt, he was feeling anger. He hadn't had the urge to end someone's existence since he'd slit the throat of his former Master, Treven. Yet he found himself wondering, as he slipped quietly between the shadows with all the grace his Elvin heritage provided him, how the quickest way to end their lives would be. He was furious enough to do it bare-handed. He could hear them in front of he and Tearn, who followed behind him, and he was not impressed.

He didn't need the blatant tracks the thieves left behind them to follow- the sheer noise they made as they crashed through the woods were more than enough of a trail. He paused as they came closer, his silver eyes glinting slightly as they caught the light, turning to Taern. "Can I trust you to take care of the unburdened thieves?"

He stiffened as he heard one of the thugs cry out, indicating to him at least, that the child was at least putting up a fight. He wouldn't allow it to distract him. His eyes only chilled, his body quickly relaxing into a fighters pose. "I wish to extract the child as fast as possible." He glanced back in the woods, his sharp ears detecting the sounds of another pair of feet in the woods, letting out a sigh as he recognized the tread as Fugue. He ignored it, hoping the musen would have enough sense to stay back, away from any fighting.
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