Josiah Whitefield was looking at the two interlopers. The two figures
are walking, one of them took of his hat, allowing his hair's outline be
noticed. The man with brown hair more fitting a porcupine was dusting his hat.
His ensumble included: a mud browm hat with a ring of blue cloth on it, a dark
blue outer coat, with a midnight blue inner shirt, a blue scarf on his neck,
and finaly a pair of black gloves. Then a woman: with flowing, silken,
hair; a large slashing spear; a silken robe that reflected the available light.
The rest of their features were blurred by the forest even with the full
moon. Then a cart of belongings with 2 strange birds in golden yellow feathers
followed the entourage. The bird-like creatures then uttered a Wark! Then
Josiah was preparing to make his presense his known.
Then the hunter became the hunted, an arrow wounding his arm.
He had never heard of anyone being able to do such a thing with a heathen
weapon. Another arrow then hit his arm above the elbow. He hunched over
in pain vainly getting his musket but a third arrow landed next to his hand.
Then a foot kicked away the musket, afterward a blue rapier blade was next
to his throat. Josiah's eyes were closed in agony. "If you surrender, we
will let you live." a voice said. A sense of pity had flavored the man's
voice so Josiah hoped he would be sincere. He then was carried by strong
arms to the cart. On his side was Kenneth Florin, his missing cousin.
The darkness hid their faces only outlines and voices seemed to testify
the strangers were there.
They were bandaged in a professional manner. Then a male, merry voice
echoed through the dark wood. "You are very lucky, that she didn't use
serrated arrows, or this would hurt a lot." He was about to ask what,
when the arrows was impulsively torn from his side. "Gale," a soft,
toneless, monotone started "It might had been better to leave the arrows
for a while. The muscles would had taken less damage." was being
bandaged by her, in a mechanical fashion. Then he felt the wagon move.
The townsmen was startled to see the group, the tourches had
illuminated the wanderers who had found both boys. Esiah Whitefield
had waited for his grandchildren to be found. He wore black and white
and some finery for his upper Puritan class. His family had owned the
tavern they had for years. These days had shown some struggle, his
daughter Sandra had been sickly for a long time. She had been bedridden
for a long time. Her husband, a merchant, a neccesary evil in the Puritan
town. He had provided for his daughter, a well of man,but he was not
landed. He had hoped to marry of her daughter to the rich,
landed, Puritan. Then he was impressed by the merchant and his
command of numbers and being a scholar. Then in the end he planed to
mold his son in law to a model Puritan. He was sure that his wife would
change him to be more docile. Then he saw the travelers who were the
strangest strangers he had ever seen.
The woman had red eyes, blonde hair, and strange, red, silk robes.
She was armed like an Amazon: a large spear straped im his back,
a pair of swords on her sides, and wore a quiver and bow. Her clothes
looked almost ceremonial, unfit for travel. The unattached noted she
was beautifull execpt the anemic paleness and red eyes soiled her visage.
Those eyes looked cold, with no emotion seeping out, as if nothing was
behind those eyes. It was a very unerving to look at those eyes, they
seemed to shine an unholy light.
The man has brown robes, and metallic staff that seemed to double
as a walking stick. The onlookers see that a rapier could be seen when
the man was streaching a bit. The man has boots and a hat made of leather.
The rest of his clothes look dark blue to hide sweat and dirt from travel.
He took of his hat showing his strange brown, pointy, porcupine quill hair.
The he starts to wave his hat in some kind of greeting, full of bravado.
He had brown eyes and was pale like his friend. His eyes were glowing
with the soft brown shine. This shine though looked too bright to be
normal, but his happy smile shone over that.
They received looks, exept for the weaponry they didn't seem to mean any harm.
They had heard of demons and Indians that made traveling dangerous. The
arnaments of the small group made sense toThe man and woman looked very young.
