Marinelle saw the man walking the road she had just traveled, a solitary traveler robed in the attire of a monk or a pilgrim. Only he wasn't a man, but rather reptilian in appearance once he came into closer view. He raised his open hands in friendly greeting and she relaxed a little. Perhaps a fellow traveler who would be good for some companionship on the road. Still, she watched him warily. Traveling alone and female was risky business.
Her attention was drawn back west towards the crossroads by the clattering noise of a group moving in ****. Dust rose from the road as a caravan of goblins and slaves came up the road, moving at a terrible speed and volume.
Distracted and caught in the open! Her silent prayer that she hadn't been seen wasn't even finished when four goblins broke off from the caravan, their ghastly mounts closing the gap between the crossroads and her vantage point.
The numbers were too great to fight, but maybe something to slow their pursuit would help. Practiced hands fit an arrow from quiver to string in a flash and she steadied her breath, hand and arrow glowing blue and crackling with electricity moments before she sent the arrow screaming towards the hulking brute who led the charge.
There was no time to admire the shot, she was on her heels bounding towards her horse as soon as the arrow flew. Then she planted and made a bounding Leap, soaring through the air and landing softly in the saddle. Wheeling the reins about to take her back east, she shouted a warning to the lizard monk. "GOBLINS! Lots of them!"
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