The nights sky showed no light. The trees casted no shadow. Not even the moon was able to glow from behind the thick clouds above the marsh. . No it was not raining if even possible here. It was cold though, chilling to the bone. All the animals of the night retreated back to their homes only the owls with their thick feathers bothering to stay out for their snack upon the mice. All hope of light was gone, to some this was a bad omen but to others it was different.

Some like Maroth enjoyed the darkness. To him it was like a protective cloak covering him from sight of others so that he may go around doing his own deeds. Even as he did so he still kept behind bushes and trees, moving in the tree lines that followed a dirt road. His eyes gazed around intently well his ears listened carefully to the sound of a carriage moving down the path ahead of him. When he picked up the sound he sped up, until he was able to see the wooden carriage beside him as he jogged in the trees. He continued on quickening his pace so he could pass.

Now minutes later he was well ahead of the carriage crouching in the bushes with his bow drawn and an arrow notched on the string. He watched closely as the carriage came from around the corner and began to go down the path towards his direction. He raised the bow aiming at the man ahead of it leading the horses. Twang was the sweetest sound in the world to Maroth, and that is just what he heard as the arrow wizzed off. It hit it's target directly the carriage man falling to the ground with an arrow shaft protruding from his chest.


Swiftly Maroth moved to another bush, notched an arrow and fired this time hitting one of the horses. It did this over and over again until there were many arrows on the carriage and few left in his quiver. A smile was now on his face as he came out of the bushes moving forward towards the carriage's front. His bow was still aimed at the only door on the left side. It was already loaded and he was ready incase anyone came out. The door slowly creaked open and the arrow that was once in his bow was gone, in a man's head who came out. As soon as this new target fell to the ground Maroth pulled up a cloth from his neck to cover his nose and moth so that the bandits that he was trying to kill would not be able to recognize him they ever escaped. This never happened to Maroth before, for all his victims had never escaped.

Temathil was walking along the road. She decided to take a break from flying. At least thats what she kept telling herself. truth be known that their were strong winds today and she didnt want to risk losing control, plus it was very cold. With that thought she drew her cloak closer around her. The road was nothing special, and the woods werent either.
"Why did i decide to travel?" she thought bitterly to herself.
suddenly the sound of arrows and death reached her ears from up ahead. Drawing her katana she ran swiftly and without a noise towards the commotion. Flapping her wings she took a low flight, no more than 3 feet from the ground, but it was faster. As she neared she saw a man with a cloth over his face aiming a bow at the door of a carriage. The driver and another man were killed and her heart missed a beat at the dead horses.
"there was no need to kill those creature!" she thought with shock.
Narrowing her eyes on the man she flapped hard, and careend into him, knocking him to the ground. Rolling aways off the man she leapt up, sword ready.

Maroth was still grinning under his clothed mask as he approached the carriage. Arrow at the ready for when the last man came out, that is if he had the guts to do it. All of a sudden Maroth noticed an object in the distance coming at him at an incredible speed. He wings spread out and from the distance he though his was only a bird and continued on with his own task. As he looked back over at the carriage door he noticed a man come out quickly with a sword. He was clad in chain mail but did not wear any other protection other than that. That was his target of the day, Joeseph Broundwig. He was a lead bandit from the bandit camp in these forest. No he wasn't the leader but he was high ranking among them and this victory would be good for him. A quick shot from his bow killed him, and as he fell to the ground Maroth looked over at the flying object again.

At the moment he was hit by something, never being able to look in time as the girl hit her. As Maroth was knocked to the ground he quickly scrambled up. His bow was placed on his back, the arrow already on the floor and quickly turned to face the tree line. Within seconds he was off running swiftly through the forest. Dodging trees and branches, along with logs and rocks. His eyes taking a glance behind him every now in then to check if the attacker was following him. After what seemed like minutes he was already gone, far away from the road in the marsh.

(Sorry, I just can't role play with someone who power plays. Maybe next time.)

((I didnt power, i just knocked you down. Im sorry though if this sight defines that as powerplay.))

Temathil let the man run away as she looked back over the carriage. she sheathed her sword and walked over, kneeling by one of the horses. Putting her hand on its neck she felt it was dead. She looked at the carnage.
"Its amazing one man can do so much damage." she thought.
Adjusting her cloak to hide her wings again, she set off down the road again.