Heroes of Erenvale

Loraina: *Scowls* Who are you and why are you holding us at arrow point?

(the archer who is aiming at Loraina smirks)
archer: I should ask you the same two questions. ... Er...or just the first question, and I'd add my own after that one. It'd be "and what are you doing in our woods?

Mesme growls, making his whole body gyrate as it grabs the neck of one of the figures.
Kyla: hey hey, no need to be so aggressive, Mesme. *yawns* And so early.

Clash:*Yawns* What's happening now?

Cyrill: It appears we're about to be taken prisoner. If they wanted to kill us, they'd have done it already. Um, Kyla, I would advise you to tell your um...steed... to stand down. We're in quite a delicate situation.

Clash:indeed. *To the attackers* What makes we hing we want to harm your forest?

Kyla: Stand down on what?
The person Mesme was strangling falls limp after it releases them.
Kyla: Oh. Bad Mesme.

archer: Right. That's gonna cost you.
Cyrill: Well, the ozmys assumedly has lots of gold. And all of my gold.
archer: Shut up. We know who you are. The great wandering bard Cyrill Augustus.
Cyrill: At your service!
archer: *chuckles* Moreso than you realize. *unreadies his arrow, and turns to the other archers, and approaching pikemen* Take them back to Woodhome.
(the heroes are now being lead through the forest with the archers taking point, and the pikemen right behind the heroes, with all their weapons confiscated by the archers. Cyrill is whistling what sounds like a jaunty tune)

Clash:So he just saved us?*looking at the slime girl.*

Loraina: So now we're captive, I don't see how this is better than it was before...

(The captors lead their captives through the woods, and Cyrill seems to be whistling with a purpose now.)
Venessandra: ...what are you doing?
Cyrill: Ssh. *keeps whistling*
archer: *turns around, and punches Cyrill in the gut* Would you stop whistling? By the gods, it's drivin' me up a fuckin' tree!
Cyrill: Fine! oof...I'm done whistling anyway.
(They keep walking, and a sparrow flaps down to a branch nearby Cyrill)
sparrow: Twee wee weedle wheet!
Cyrill: Weet weet tweedle wee!
archer: Didn't I tell you to stop whistling?!
(the sparrow flies away as they continue to the woodsmen's base, Woodhome, an array of camouflaged huts half-buried in the ground under the brush. The heroes are shoved into a wooden cage, with their hands and legs bound by rope, and their mounts tied or chained up elsewhere.)

Kyla: You let me go! You will regret your actions soon! I cannot be contained! *rattles the cage*
Archer: We just contained you, shut up.

Loraina: *Scowls at her captors* Look, this is your last chance to surrender. If you let us out I might look the other way and let you live.

Venessandra: Curses! They have bound my hands! I can't cast any spells!
Cyrill: *sits back against the wooden bars, and sighs contentedly* Heh. You guys are wasting your energy.

Kyla: Maybe I can slip right out of here anyway? *sticks her face between a couple of bars* Hey! My head can stick out! *pulls her head back in*

Cyrill: No need. They'll only catch you and put you in a smaller cell. Or just a box. Trust me, I know these guys. Just sit back and wait. *yawns*

Loraina: And how do you know these guys?
She taps on the cage, testing to see what kind of wood it's made out of.

Cyrill: Oh, I know a lot about the surrounding areas and the people therein. It's the thing about being a wandering minstrel. Yeah, we're dealing with the Hidden Brotherhood right now. A band of "rangers" hiding in this forest that say they work toward the protection of said forest. The legality of the methods they employ, however, are up for debate.

Kyla: Well there's certainly no legality in the way they're holding Mesme. They got him in a darn urn. Poor thing.

Cyrill: Trust me, it's going to work out. I've got some connections.

Loraina: What kind of connections?

Cyrill: Any minute now. So, how well did you all sleep?

Kyla: I slept alright. *sniffs herself* Hm... Piney. Mesme cleaned me very well.

Loraina: I slept nicely, before these assholes ruined it...

Cyrill: I slept terribly. I never sleep well when a courtship goes wrong. Bloody necromancer...she was more beautiful than the first spring sunrise after a harsh winter!