the lonely dirt road

[Psyren Cantor Tarropry]

Where should I go, what should I see, or better yet what should I steal. The question kept taking over his mind as he lay there in a field." I might as well do something." he thought as he got up off the ground, he could see the sadness in the poor woman's eyes that approached him, but wait where had she come from, he pondered as she asked for a hand," My roof, it blew down you see, I heard you could help me...." He looked at her and knew that he could do nothing to help and handed her a piece or silver from his pocket, and walked away. Slowly but surely the lady said in her dry cold voice ," Thank you Psyren,shall your kind heart lead you upon your journey.", but he could not hear her as he was already gone.
As he walked down the once joyous streets, he wondered how the woman had known his name and who she was. He continued and peered into an open window with no one on the other side. "How can they live like this?" he thought to himself as he walked the dirt road, It's like I'm a foreigner and they're all scared of me, and they should be afraid of the traitor, the drifter"."Should I keep walking down this dirt road or should I.." and his thoughts were interrupted by two human soldiers, erring for a fight...

[Korzair Eyllislylthe]

(( Gonna jump right in and go out on a limb here, since human soldiers shouldn't be in the elven camp....))

The blood of traitors and murderers alike intermixing in the air left a foul, bile like taste in his mouth. Korzair stalked along the forest floor, patrolling the edge of the camp in a guardian-like fashion, the end of his white-tipped tail trailing deadly along the ground. Every few moments, it twitched, and Korzair stopped with his ears pricked, coal eyes narrowed accusingly, to scent the air with his jaws slightly agape. What, what, what was this god awful smell? The blood of humans, their insane saliva and their fury. Their stinking garments and their awful weapons. They chilled his blood, filled him with rage, and attacked his people. Where, where, where was the source of this awful scent? His ears turned toward the sound of clumsy human feet stomping on the ground of his ancestors, kicking up the moaning dirt as it hailed their presence. No, no no. They would not take elven life today with their stupidity.

In an instant the rogue was transformed, and he barely took a moment to return to his clothes and draw them around his body. He counted his knives. They were all there. Swiftly, on light feet and with steady eyes, he followed where his fox form's senses had directed him. A drifter, whose face he did not recognize. Who was it? Despite his unfamiliarity, the two soldiers were even more familiar. Ghosting, shoeless and quick across the ground, Korzair drifted to the elf's side. "Is something wrong here?" He breathed wistfully, his cold eyes upon the soldiers who confronted the elf in elvish territory. Why then, why, why were they here? Softly, gently, Korzair felt for his knife, the tips of his fingers brushing along three of them, and he grasped for the longest, his lips turning up in a subtle grin. Again, he clarified his thoughts. "If there seems to be some conflict, I can easily amend it."

[Psyren Cantor Tarropry]

As Psyren noticed the man he looked at him in a confused fashion for a second along with the men and snapped out of the trance and quickly said"Thanks for the distraction," and quickly took the custom made daggers from their sheaths on his back and as they whisked through the air and seemed like they had a blue glow that would not last long because it would be quickly with red. as his knives slit the man on the lefts throat the other attacked yelling like a beast. psyren quickly flipped over him and shot a singular metal pole, that looked cold as ice that pierced the mans shoulder and burst into flames. as he landed he sheathed the knives only to draw his katana, but not only a minute later the man had drawn his claymore.
He swung the sword, flaming shoulder that was covered in a crimson liquid. the sword was then cut in half, and the man watching was in shock as the mans chest bled. But as soon as the sword was cut in half he had drawn the other mans out of his sheath witch was conveniently beside him. Psyren charged forward and said,"this demon shall die by my hand."
As the mans second blade was cut in half he drew a crossbow, that was about 27 yards in length and fired it at psyren. as it flew through the air it looked like a sharpened log almost a sharpened tree and flew right towards psyren...

[Korzair Eyllislylthe]

(( A crossbow of that size wouldn't be physically possible. Any humanoid creature would not be able to fire it as it requires both hands to fire, and a crossbow bolt is relatively small with the same effect as a bullet, but with less force and control....Of course, the RANGE of a crossbow is usually at least 300 yards. ))

Distraction? Being looked upon as a distraction creased Korzair's brow with irritation. Nevertheless, he took a swift step back and allowed the fellow elf space to deal with the intruders on his own. The merciless destruction of humans widened the eruan's black eyes with shock, and his mouth twisted into a frown of disgust as blood was spilled upon the forest. However, he did not stop the other elf in killing the first man.

The second seemed to be much more of a challange, apparently laden with an endless supply of weapons which he flourished clumsily, and the first two swords were dealt with easily. As the human drew a crossbow and fired it, the elf rushed towards his enemy, and Korzair finally determined it to be his turn to interfere. He drew a long, light knife from his belt and moved to intercept the two, pushing the other elf out of the way and deflecting the crossbow bolt with a flick of his wrist. Carrying through the motion, he lodged the blade in the shooting compartment of the crossbow, rendering it useless. His free hand grasped the arm of the human and forced him to the ground by twisting it backwards in his grasp and pushing down with his elbow.

"Intruder or not, nuisance or not," this he directed at the elf, whom he assumed was now somewhere behind him, "They are but human soldiers, not demons, and spilling their blood on our own sacred ground is a crime I will not forgive. I implore you to let them go, lest you cause further conflict with your thoughtless actions." He spoke harshly and without restraint, deeply troubled by the elf's quickness to kill, and his disregard for the authority on which he also trespassed. A drifter was neither a friend nor an enemy, belonging to no family unless he wished to join one, and only bringing trouble. He released the man and shoved him toward the road, back in the direction of human lands, daring the elf with his eyes to challenge him and attack the defeated man

[Psyren Cantor Tarropry]

I will not attack the man any more for if he truly is defeated he himself will leave with his life, and now I ask thee what is your name?
He had said this no sooner as the man, the defeated one, stood up, picking up his crossbow and struck the elf down, ungracefully.
He started to raise his crossbow, no his club, in the air preparing to bash the elf's head in, but psyren, being quick as he was pushed the injured elf out of the way of the mans bow. It struck Psyren's leg breaking it instantly, but psyren didn't flaw, and stood, in a battle stance and drew his katana and struck the man down.As he fell slowly psyren quickly covered the mans wound with a cloth and shoved him into the river that wait beside them, and the man floated onto driftwood, from a fallen bridge upstream, and sailed back to human lands.
Now not looking at the elf who had regained consciousness he spoke, "He was a killer, a murderer of both our and his kind," and the elf stared as he continued, "do you see now, I was just going to knock him out and bring him to justice, but no, you had to get involved, if it wasn't for you he would still live, "and he quickly turned around, tears flowing from his one unmasked eye, "this was your fault, you took a life, while I knocked an unconscious man down a river, and now I will ask once more, What is your name!"...