A toll to pay

Random Event

What happens: [6C] Harm (physical)

Involving: [KH] A Faction (social)

Half a days walk out of Vedermark, Lavorra is already missing the cool stone of the Chapel on bare feet, and the lightness of her robes.

For as much as she’s longed to be back in armour, the noon sun is boiling her like a cauldron.

Even taking - what she hopes is - a shortcut under a tunnel of bending trees, she finds the heat unbearable. But it would be extremely unwise to start stripping off her armour. All the same, she shivers impulsively as she feels a trickle of sweat run down her back.

She grumbles something to herself, picturing Melira in her typically scanty robes, soft dusk-grey flesh on display as she conjures a balmy wind.

“Wherever you are I hope you’re boiling.” She mumbles, and immediately feels a pang of guilt.

Her thoughts are interrupted as she rounds a curve in the forest road. Up ahead, she spies a group of three men in tattered surcoats and rough leathers, hefting vicious-looking weapons. They have blocked the path with a collection of brush and logs; the scene has all the typical signs of an impromptu “toll collection”.

“Of bloody course.” She pauses, regarding the men before they’ve had a chance to spot her.

This far out of Vedermark, the three could belong gone by the time she backtracks to town and returns with aid. And the local guards are not likely to shift themselves anyway.

So this is going to fall on her again, great.

Not that it will be too much trouble, mind. Lavorra is in no mood to bargain or parley with bandits or outlaws. Besides, they are far beneath her; this is a Paladin who has taken on Dragons before.

Okay, well, Wyverns, but that still counts for something.

Lavorra draws her sword and shield, stalking towards the bandits with fire in her eyes.