You start contemplating the kinds of people who might be traveling a road on horse back and carts but the list comes back pretty short. Amish, the German Amish like people, cowboys maybe? But nowhere on the list do you find the group of people who want to hack you to bits and scatter your remains in the forest so you're confindent as you wave down the approaching group. Until they get close enought ot actually see, anyway.

There are four people on horseback and two in the front of the cart. The first rider is rather normal looking, if oddly dressed. She's wearing a combination of chain mail and plate armor. A large sword is strapped to her back and a helmet bumps at her hip. Brown hair, dampened by sweat, is braided down her back. She scowls at you and turns to the next rider. This one has already spotted you. He's a large... man, you think.. on an equally large horse. He only wears chain mail and his weapons, plural, all hanging off his belt. His blue hair is spiked in front and tied in a pony tail in the back. But it's the green skin that makes you put your hands down. It's not the green-tinted shade of someone who is about to regurgitate their breakfast, just green. The smile he gives you around the two long tusks protruding from his mouth makes you turn back to the forest before you have time to check out the rest of the party.

The troll shouts after you in a language you don't understand but you detect the hint of a Jamaican accent (or maybe you're just influenced by those years wasted on that MMORG). It only results in your walk becoming a run back into the forest but the forest is not a place made for speed or ease of movement. Your foot tangles in a viney undergrowth and hurls you to the ground better than the arrow in your back does. It hurts but it's not fatal.

The group doesn't hesitate to find their hunt but you're left staring at the ground, struggling to breathe and wishing the pain would stop, as someone, or something, pulls your hands behind your back (ouch) and ties them together. Then you're picked up(OUCH!) by a very large humoid creature, his skin is gray as is his hair but that all you can see, and tossed over his shoulder(OUCH!) and taken back out of the forest. The toss into the back of the cart is painful enough that you passout, meaning you don't feel the fatal arrow in your chest.




You's dead.