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After his capture, Raz soon noticed that the man who seemed to be technically the leader was little more than a prisoner like himself. His companion, Tardiff, watched everything he did as closely as possible. After walking for miles on end, they finally reached a small hut located in a clearing pleasantly situated by a beautiful lake. Presently the woodcutter came out of his house and saluted the two, raising his eyebrows at the sight of a prisoner. "Come in, come in!" "No, but rather you come out," objected Kaflar, the leader. "I want none of your cramped houses. Give me the open air, and I'll be content." The woodcutter obligingly fetched a few cups and the trio sat down at the table to talk, or perhaps merely to have a good time. They seemed not to care for Raz one way or another. It was true that he was chained up securely, besides the fact that his wound still gave him pain, but he still wondered at their utter lack of consideration of the possibility of his escaping. For a while he tried to think of other things, without paying attention to the noisy group beside him. But gradually the sun sank lower and lower in the sky; apparently they had no intention of leaving today. At last the only light to be had was from the stars and the moon, and so Tardiff dragged Raz inside, where they both lay down. But Kaflar pulled the woodchopper back quickly, out of earshot. "Listen," he began, "you know I don't half like this; you know no one will suspect you, just give me provisions and let me go." The woodcutter looked somewhat surprised. "Alone?" "No; I wish to take the prisoner with me." He shook his head decisively. "The man is wounded. He could be of no help to you. Tardiff is fast; he will notice your absence at once." Kaflar tossed his head impatiently. "What are you saying?" "Better to wait. Have patience. You know the system; follow it. Come here to me. Try to arrange a time when Tardiff has other things to concern himself with. For now, we must go in. Your time will come." Kaflar frowned. "I do not wish to wait. But listen; you will speak of this to no one, for anything." A few gold coins added effectiveness to the command. The woodcutter bowed his head in acquiescence as they entered the hut; then the darkness held possession of the scene. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________ I think this was pretty much my first tree (there was one in the Botanical Gardens, but my brother did that one). I hope you enjoyed the story! Feedback is appreciated!
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If you haven't seen them already, you may want to check out my Journey of Exploration and The Hut in the Forest! Hidden deep in the most rugged regions of the Siccus badlands lay the lair of the robbers. Three days after their visit to the woodcutter, Raz, Kaflar, and Tardiff had arrived at the strange encampment. An old stone tower rose far above it's surroundings, dwarfing the wooden palisade next to it. Two men, clothed in a black suit of armor like Kaflar, seemed the leaders of the band. Kaflar himself seemed a subordinate sort of second in command - more a "promising robber in training" than actually a full-fledged outlaw. The rest were a motley band, clothed in whatever they could lay their hands on. On top of the stone tower was a small lean-to, or something of the sort, and a few outlaws were taking down fish, no doubt for their evening meal. A young robber was occupied in plucking a chicken. At first no one seemed to notice their arrival, but then one of the leaders glanced at Raz. "So you're back. And you've brought something. What for?" "Why did they bring me?" "Very well. I suppose you know what to do with him." Without another word, Kaflar signaled to Tardiff, who pushed Raz through a narrow opening into the stone tower, in front of which he stood guard all afternoon. Raz's supper was plentiful, and the robbers were civilized enough to let him out to eat with them. But when night fell, he was returned to his "cell", and guarded vigorously. At first Raz was on the alert, always looking for a way to escape, but as the days went by he became more and more discouraged. Even when allowed to walk around, (and his permission to do so increased more and more as the time passed) he still could feel a dozen eyes always at his back, ready to give the alarm should he make the slightest move in a wrong direction. Kaflar was occupied with other concerns. He was careful, and he was subtle. He planned and plotted. And finally, he was ready to make his move. ___________ I hope you enjoyed this next part of the story, it seems like it's been quite a while since I built this (one reason for the bad photography, I think I may have inproved a bit in that respect since then!). Comments are welcome!
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