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Test Story
The arrow hits the target dead center in that little blood red dot they call a bulls-eye. Jil's face is a mask of light and shadows visible only because of the light of the fire. She smiles an odd half smile and takes another shot splitting the first arrow straight down the middle. Looking over at Jac she decides to take a seat beside him at the fire. She studies the flames intently mesmerized my their chaotic dance.
Their watch is nearly over and soon they may rest while others wake to guard camp. But all is not well on this dark night. Though Jil sits by the warm fire she is cold inside, she can feel that something is about to go terribly wrong. She decides that her first action should be to inform the High Priestess.
She gently shakes Milady's by the shoulder, and informs her of the danger to come once she is fully roused. Though she is unsure Milady trusts Jil's warning. They wake the rest of the group quickly, and as they are packing up to leave their camp is ambushed by a horde of dark elves. Jil raises her bow, nocks an arrow, pulls back with a strong trained arm and releases. The arrow speeds through the air and by the time it hits one of their attackers she has another arrow nocked and ready.
Picking off the larger and more fearsome looking of the bunch first, she catches one giant brute in the temple. The tip of the arrow stained red with blood protrudes from his other temple. Quite an interesting trophy she'll have if she can find him again later amongst the carnage.
In time only the Storm Weavers are left standing. The dark elves lie everywhere. Some of Marawen's people are wounded and Jil aids the Deer in caring for those who are hurt. A light tap on her shoulder causes her to turn and rise from her crouched position over a Badger who's wounds she had just finished mending. She takes Jac's hand, the hand that tapped her, and kisses him tenderly on the cheek for she is very glad that he is unharmed.
The sun rises casting rays of light upon the Storm Weavers. They had no casualties this night. Marawen smiles upon her brave people as they thank her for a beautiful and glorious new day.
2nd Story (she was bored)
She runs her hand along the smooth wooden shaft. Using the sticky sap from a nearby tree she glues a third feather to the end
of her arrow. Carefully Jil opens a small glass vial and dips the stone tip of the arrow into the liquid inside it. Quickly she
reseals the vial and twirls the poisoned tipped arrow on the index finger of her left hand. Placing this last arrow in her quiver
she looks down and casually wipes the small dot of blood from her finger knowing the poison will have no affect on her. She
has grown immune to this one in particular and many others which she uses often.
Her slender frame easily overlooked by those traveling through the woods, she has no fear of attack. Wandering off further
into the forest where the light cast upon the ground is scarce she wields her bow and pulls an arrow from her full quiver.
Glancing behind her she sees no one though she feels a presence and is wary. A slight misstep is all they need take before she
can tell where to aim this deadly shot.
A branch snaps and she turns and shoots but there is no one there. Taking another arrow from her quiver she waits patiently.
Leaves crackle as if being walked upon and she takes another shot. Still no one. She hears a chuckle and looks up into a tree
seeing Jac smiling down at her. Shaking her head she says "You are the only one that's ever been able to track me you
know..." She pulls back a third arrow in the bowstring and shoots missing Jac's head by an inch at the most "...and you should
know by now not to scare me like that dear Jac. Someone's likely to get hurt."
3rd Story (she was bored again)
The sun peeks over the mountains and standing up slowly Jil wipes the
blood from her mouth and cheek. Being attacked from above, the blow
she was dealt was rather unexpected. Grabbing hold of her hunting
knife she slashes across her attackers chest. Blood begins to flow
freely from the deep gash and he looks down uncertainly not knowing
such a slight woman could be capable of such violence. She smiles as
he looks up and dropping her knife she takes his head in her hands
and twists hard and fast breaking his neck with a loud crack. He
slumps to the ground his body producing a quiet thud as he hits.
Quietly she picks up her knife and wipes the blood off on the back of
his shirt. Climbing into a near by tree she sees the smoke from the
Storm Weavers camp fire off in the distance. First she takes a small
scrap of paper and scribbles out a brief warning. Wrapping the note
around the shaft of an arrow and fastening it in place she then puts
her knife away and takes her bow in hand. With skilled hands she
nocks the arrow and pulls back then lets it fly and though she cannot
see it land it embeds itself in the ground not far from the fire.
An Owl retrieves the message from Jil's arrow and decides on an
appropriate plan of action. She wakes the still sleeping Storm
Weavers and instructs them in what to do since the High Priestess is
absent from camp on other urgent business. They gather up their
weapons and prepare for action.
Jil climbs down the tree quickly as she notices more enemy scouts
lurking in the woods. Her lithe body glistens with sweat as she runs
back towards camp. Glancing off to the East she sees a glorious sun
rise and smiles an odd half smile. Arriving just as the small army is
about to depart she joins the ranks and heads off towards a new
battle, a new victory, and a new day.
4th Story (she must really be bored)
With her robe wrapped tightly around her she walked slowly through
the woods. Her forest-green robe, which blended in well with her
surroundings, was soft and begged to be touched much like her coppery
skin. Jil watched the woods carefully for she was unarmed and on her
way to the waterfall to bathe.
With light, quiet steps she finally arrived at the waterfall.
Dropping her robe to the ground Jil slowly wades into the water with
her clear blue eyes mimicking the color of the water and her thick
dark hair cascading around her, still covering most of her body.
Water, she had learned, is a healing thing, a wonderful gift from
Marawen to aid her people.
A rock near center of the pool beneath the waterfall catches her eye
and she swims gracefully out to it. She pulls herself up and sprawls
out upon it closing her eyes. Hearing a shout she sits up with a
start and watches in disbelief as one of the Storm Weavers Raccoon's
dashes by with a heavy load of trinkets and treasures. Asiza has
never been caught to Jil's knowledge.
Diving quickly back into the water she swims to shore and drapes her
robe around her. The Raccoon's pursuer is running towards her and she
stands before him nearly naked and dripping wet with arms out
stretched. This site would be a distraction to any man on any quest
or mission and he stops dead in his tracks to gawk at her. She smiles
an odd half smile and beckons him closer as she drops her arms. He
walks cautiously towards her then stops. Jil leans foreword as if to
kiss him and bringing her knee up hard at the same time she causes
him a world of pain. He drops to his knees howling in pain and she
brings her elbow down on him knocking him out.
Jil drops her robe again and returns to the water to finish her bath.
Once done she wraps her robe around her and quietly walks past a man
yet to wake, towards the Storm Weavers camp.
