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Your leg sweeps low and the bandit is not prepared to jump while atop the fast moving wood wagon.
The man tumbles off the side and you hear a sickening crunch as some part of his body rolls under the wheel. "Sheesh mister! You get rid of em all?!" The driver yells back, lashing the horses to run even faster just in case.
Your hand is stomped by his boot heel and you quickly pull it away. Now, dangling one handed, your muscles rippling as the wagon bounces along the road. It is your turn.
The man with the blade sees you swing onto the back of the wagon. He turns from the driver who is whipping at the horses wildly and takes the few short steps towards you and brings his boot down on your hand.
"like the wine in a bottle..." You reach for the wagon and begin to turn so as to catch it just right, unfortunately, much like the drunkard hailing a ride you tumble and spin sideways. Your arm reaches out but the man on the side boots your foot away.
Xulgag moves with startling speed for a man without water. You are unburdened, nothing to your name but the clothes on your back. You will make it to the bandits on the start of your next turn. Wagon: The man driving the wagon doesn't seem to notice the men in the ditches along side the road. Bandits: The man to the right of the road brings his arm up and you can see a rope twirling. A grappling hook!
The hook catches the the wagon and goes taut. You see it's been fastened to a nearby tree stump.
The rope pull tights and the wagon slows for but a moment, the tree stump gives way and is pulled out of the ground slamming into the back of the first bandit.
The second bandit leaps towards the side of the wagon as it slows for a moment and catches hold to the side, gripping his short sword tightly in his left hand. You realize you have no need to run towards the oncoming wagon, it'll be within your grasp in a moment.
You turn to look at the wagon, a small man whipping the horses into a clipping move. A sharp glare crosses your eyes. Steel. You see them. Two men, one on either side of the rode. Bandits.
The memory warms Xul's heart, the fondness for his master he developed over his time there. But as his heart mind clears and heart warms, so does the rising sun begin to reach its peak. The heat of the day beating into his arms and legs. He hears it. Barely audible at first but slowly gaining momentum. A wagon! Behind you on the road a wagon approaches. It is still a good distance back but surely it will catch up to you in a few minutes.
As all men know, magic is a fickle thing. Working under the best conditions one is about as likely to summon the proper spell as they are to call forth the unspeakable entities at the fringe of existence. It is not something to be toyed with. Unfortunately for our hero, Xulgag he was on the wrong end of the wand... The magical door closes, Xulgag executes a flying kick, heel smashing into the beast's jaw, driving it back into the hillside. They tumble through the threshold together, fists and fang flying in fury. The hill rumbles and begins to shake and sink, as the door glimpses shut, two magics meet in a cacophony of cataclysmic arcane energies. A whirling vortex of unknown colors, sounds, smells, and feeling surrounds our hero as he hits the ground. Xulgag hit the ground and instead of moist cold dirt he feels a dry, dusty surface sapping the coolness from his body. Xul is warm and upon opening his eyes he sees he is outside in the early daylight. The surroundings are dirt, and more dirt. This is not the countryside he had been on moments previously. Xulgag immediately feels alone and unsure. Striking boot heel to dirt he begins walking along the dusty road to whatever is its destination. So begins the new journey of Xulgag the Wanderer...
Xulgag has been walking along the road for most of the day. His lips chapped and cracked from the blistering sun. He has been without water for a length before, a early trial in his education, but not in such heat. As he continues, step by step, down the road his mind drifts to his past and the time in the monastery...
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