Thread: To Snare a Hawk

Fall, a time of change for much of the world. as the temperatures dropped the animals went into their hiding places to hibernate... well, some of them at least. It also signalled the end of a busy season for most everyone. The harvest had begun, bandit attacks were on a decline and mercenaries were scrambling to get at whatever job is left. The Talons had just returned from a long campaign in the south, and were once again heading into the mountainous regions where it was safe. The summer is an eventful time after all. Three figures walked through the browning grass, a light snowfal had blanketed the land in white. The three men walked shoulder by shoulder, two men flanking a man in the middle. The cloaked men strode confidently, a stride that instantly broadcasted who thery were. They were mercenaries of the Talon Company, one of the more famous companies in the area. Hawk looked to his left, at the shorter man as they strode towards a colomn of smoke that marked the presence of a village hidden in the great pines. Hawk made this trip once, when his weapons were beginning to become dull or break. Weapon upkeep was important, and since Talon Company didn't have a blacksmith it was completely nescessary. He had made a deal not to bring his entire company into the village, even though he did send men to purchase large quantities of alcahol and food for them, at least they didn't invade pubs and steal women like some other bands of mercenaries. Then again the leader had a reason not to steal women aside from Chivalry. All three men wore the same cloak outside their clothing, the uniform for the band. The cloak had armored shoulders and an insignia of a bird of prey in flight. In the middle strode Hawk, the leader of the band, a tall man of around twenty-five years old and a ,aster archer. He wore his hood down, and his insignia had a star on it, showing his rank. He was lean and athletic, incredibly handsome with short golden hair and liquid gold eyes. He was legendary in the area as a man who could kill several men with a single arrow. Next to him were a taller man and a shorter man, the taller man wore his hood up and wore a cloth mask that covered almost everything but his eyes. THe shorter was a younger man with a young face, easily Hawk's sibling. Hawk smiled as he approached the village, his two men trailing behind him as he entered the village, smiling towards one of the villagers as he entered the Village. The leader of the group had a bundle of five swords on their backs and a large bow made of Ebony, a legendary material. The taller man, Vincent carried another bundle of swords, and the younger man carried more than the others, including his own weapons. The men were heading towards one of the largest housed in the village, the Swordsmith. Hawk nodded to his comrades and stepped forward, opening the wooden door of the sweordsmith's shack and stepping inside of the building. Every year he did the same thing, he would bring his weapons into town and give them to the smith as well as a good amount of gold as payment for all the work, it helped the town's economy and generally got the mercenaries a good welcome whenever thery arrived Greeting's master swordsmith The mercenary lowered his hood, exposing those beautiful golden eyes I have some weapons I would like you to repair, they held up wonderfully since last year, no breakages this time The merccenary parted his cloak to reach for the bundle of blades on his back, leaving his bow hitched to his costume, the black bow never broke.