Out in the Fields (Open)

[moari]

"I'm not Greek, I'm Trojan." Charie's hand had already gone for her knife and thrusted it into the man's gut as the arrow hit his throat. She wiped it on his clothes and faced Catriona. "And I told you, Charie, Mystic of Troy. Some one had actually sent a messenger to Troy requesting my services. A trap is a common thought among us going. If you don't believe me, come back with us to Troy." Charie really didn't care if she did or not, that was the truth of the situation.

[Catriona]

"Yeah I can't leave here," she said and heard the yells, "Well atleast you guys drew out these men so I can finally kill them," she said dragging out her sword and heading back the the main camp, killing as many bandits as possible. She ignored a cut she had on her arm during the fight.

[moari]

Another bandit came up on Charie, and she cut him down. She had some training from her brother, but not at the extent he had it. Her training extended only to the point where she can fight for her life. The Mystic made her way back to the camp, cutting down a few bandits on the way. She whistled, and that got the men scrambling for their weapons to help fight off the remaining bandits. It was a precaution that Charie had instilled even before they left Troy, and it worked to her surprise. Of course, the soldiers knew that she was the only Mystic in Troy, and so needs their protection.

[Catriona]

Catriona cut off another's head and she smirked kicking it away from the body, "Ass," she muttered then got another till the ground was pooled in blood. "And I wanted this to be a good day," she said to the dead body as she cleaned off her sword, ignoring the blood drenching her body. "Can you be trusted?" Catriona then asked the woman as she put the sword in it's sheath.

[moari]

"Can any Mystic be trusted? But, yes." Charie knew that some Mystics talked in riddles, like she just did. She had heard of some that actually used Oracles, translating what they said when the Oracles where in their trance state; communicating for the Gods. Charie cleaned off her knife and watched the men go back to what they were doing before her whistle.

[Catriona]

"There's an inn back in the village where I live. If I can have your word you won't harm anyone, I'll take you there," she said to the mystic, wiping off the blood from her wound. She didn't completely trust the stranger but she did know this, she wasn't cruel enough to let innocent people travel in the dangerous woods that bordered their lands.

[moari]

A look to the captain told Charie that she could be safer there at the village then there at the camp. "You have it." The Mystic sheathed her knife and made sure that she had what she needed before following Catriona to her village.

[Vanora]

Catriona nodded and whistled, she smiled as her beloved horse appeared and then she mounted it, then she gave her hand to Chari. She then hoisted her up behind her and looked to her men, "If you would like a place to rest, just follow us," she told them and then she turned the horse around and clicked her tongue. They rode to the village where the inn was.

(I'll post))

[moari]

Charie adjusted herself on the horse as the men began packing their camp. It would be safer for them as well for Charie if they were closer to the Mystic. The quickly packed tent was put into the carriage and they followed Charie and Catriona back to the village. They'll make camp outside the village, but will have a few men in the village just for a precaution. They can't take any risk of losing or having any harm come to their only Mystic.

[Catriona]

(Sorry, that was my other charrie haha. I posted in the inn for you)