Thread: Assassin of Kings: Showmeyouloveme & Ser Issac of Clarke

The bandits were honestly desperate villagers. They were willing to do just about anything to survive. While most didn't mean the queen any harm and were just trying to find some valuables to sell to the market, others were simply blood thirsty and wanted a fight. The bandits stabbed and sliced, cutting a bloody path through the guards. The bandits stopped fighting as well and looked to her as though she was speaking in tongues, clearly unaware if they had heard her properly. Let them go? Why? Why would they let them go? It didn't make any sense. The savages looked to her as she produced a coin purse. They could hear the sound of coins clinking as she spoke, saying that her husband has made things difficult for them and that she was sorry for that. They watched as they handed out a coin for each of them and some looked grateful, others looked angered. They listened as she spoke, saying she was trying to help them. I'm sorry girly. 'Sorry' isn't feeding my family or treating my children. Your trying isn't saving us while the Rat Plague gnaws it's way through the city and kills all in sight the oldest said. He whistled and more bandits began to appear, these much larger than the others and better armed. It appeared they were wearing armor from the guards in the village. Let's finish em bo-- began the man. He didn't get a chance to finish as an arrow flew and hit the man in the throat. The bandits looked about, clearly surprised as they began to be hit with arrows from the shadows The rangers began to let the arrows fly as they began to drop one bandit after another, avoiding to hit anyone that wasn't a bandit. They watched as the queen seemed equally surprised as a bandit began to make his way towards her. He put his blade to her throat and grabbed her arm, holding it behind her back. The king will pay a pretty penny to have his wife back, once we're done with you of c-- he began. The bandit didn't have the chance to finish as he let her go suddenly, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he fell forward, an arrow lodged in the back of the brute's skull Behind him loomed a hooded figure, looking much like a ghost in his black cloak. With a quick swipe, the man's head fell from his neck and the body fell back. The ranger offered his hand and pulled her up to her feet. His mouth was hidden by a cloth and his eyes were hidden by the hood. Stay behind me he said. The ranger watched as the bandits looked to see a man on their level and one of their friends dead. The man wielded a blade that was a bit out of place for a ranger. A ranger tended to carry a short sword to move with ease. This ranger wielded a longsword one handed. The blade was an almost blackish hue, with ripple patterns in the metal as though the blade were water in the rain. The butt of the sword was a wolf's head, it's gaping maw open and full of teeth. The blade clearly was not supposed to be in the hands of the ranger, meaning he must have owned it before hand. A bandit came at him with his knife aimed to run him through, another bandit with his hammer in the air to smash his brains in. With a swift spin, he grabbed the knife wielding bandits arm and drove the blade into the hammer wielding bandit, the hammer smashing the other bandits head in. The ranger moved like the wind, bringing down bandit after bandit with incredible swiftness as the attack was over and the remaining bandits ran off into the woods. This same ranger came towards the queen again, blade sheathed. Are you alright Lady Blackpool? he spoke. The bandit and the queen knew one another. The voice was very distinct. As he lowered the face cover, keeping the hood up and his eyes hidden, you could tell immediately who it was. It was Asher, one of the most esteemed of the Raven Guard and perhaps one of the most mysterious. The scars on what little skin you could see beneath the hoods shadow gave it away immediately. The shimmer of his eyes as well.