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[CrimsonMoon]

The path was quiet, peaceful. The air held a nip and a thin cover of snow and ice the path. A few miles back it had said there was a town ahead... A raven screeches from somewhere within the bare trees... Other then that, no soud

[deepwallow]

On the road walked a bearded man. He looked like one of those mountain men you hear about: enormous, broad shouldered, with messy hair and a beard. His beard wasn't long, it was more of a short boxed beard but slightly long and messy. He was dressed in almost rags made of furs, but looked content. A scar was across his nose. (Ever play dragon age 2? He looks like Hawke basically XD)) he kept walking, whistling a tune aimlessly as he walked, glad to be away from the previous city and moving on

[CrimsonMoon]

A cry suddenly peirces the air from a distance away

[deepwallow]

Startled, the man immediantly looks to where the scream was, debating. He could go and see, but what if it was fighting? What if he died? But that scream..... Cursing, the man sprinted towards where he heard the cry come from, dreading what was there and dreading he would be too late to help

[CrimsonMoon]

As he sprints, smoke rises and he emerges into a vallley of flaming houses, on the oppisite side of the village, an archer in white uniform is firing away, her back seemed injured

[deepwallow]

The man sees her and hurries toward her, but slowly a down. The fires were around him and he didn't want her to shoot him. "H-hey! You ok?" He called over, looking around nervously for whatever she was shooting

[CrimsonMoon]

Bodies littered the ground and the girl drops to her knees, breathing hard. She wore odd white and browm clothing amd carried a strange bow.."

[deepwallow]

Finally the man ran up to her, kneeling beside her. "What happened? Are you alrigt?" He asked, but instantly bit his tongue. "Of course you're not alright, sorry." He muttered as an apology. "I... Is there anything I can do to help." He stammered eventually

[CrimsonMoon]

She flinches from his hand," Eh..? N-no.. It's alright.." She glances at him with wide gold ees.. Her ears were pointed, possibly elven

[deepwallow]

The man couldn't help but give her a 'seriously?' Look. "I can see you're hurt. What happened here?" He asked, looking around

[CrimsonMoon]

" What does it look like?" She counters

[deepwallow]

The man looked at her and sighed. "Fair enough. Now, what happened to your back? It seemed like that was hurting." He said, going around to see if there was a wound

[CrimsonMoon]

" Someone snck up behind me," The elf murmurs, glancig at her bloodied back and strugglig to her feet, staggerin slightly

[deepwallow]

"Whoa whoa, hey!" He said, helping her to her feet. "You can't walk like that! Let alone stand!" He says, worried over this stranger

[CrimsonMoon]

She slumps against him, trembling slighty," I-i'm fine..." She answers, though her head began to droop

[deepwallow]

The man rolled his eyes and, without warning, picked her up easily with a "Hup!" into a cradle carry. "So, where can I get you patched up? If worse comes to worst than I'll do it."

[CrimsonMoon]

She seemed too weak in his arms, like a doll,"... The Temple... Temple.."

[deepwallow]

"The temple? WHere's that?" He asked, getting out of the burning village, stepping over the bodies with a gulp but determined look

[CrimsonMoon]

" Away... Not here... Just away," the girl murmrs, struggling to stay awake

[deepwallow]

He gulps. "O-ok. You just stay strong then. I'll find this temple, ok? DOn't you die on me now." He says, looking around for some sign of a temple or something as he walks away from the town. Oh, whatever the hell was up there, give me a hand!!!! Or this girl will die! He thought