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"Might as well put this sword to good use" you say to yourself as you scramble to your feet, a certain sense of pride and nobility rushes over you as you sprint off in the direction of the cries...

...The moment is short lived however due to a small insignificant root that you somehow manage to trip over, sending yourself flying head over heels into a mud puddle, how humiliating.

"Urrggh fuck you nature!" You curse at the root before once again pushing yourself up and running towards the unknown danger, considerably more muddy this time.

With no more roots to hinder your journey you make good time towards what you can now see as an overturned wagon, with a sole ihabitant slumped up against it, are you too late? Your question is answered however as you reach the wagon, you had presumed the man was dead but he apparently heard you approach as he slowly lifts up his head " miss.. Please you h-have to help me!" He groans at you with a thick rasp in his voice, his long brown hair seems to cover most of his face.

"What happened here" you ask the man while glancing around constantly, slowly becoming less and less sure of your ability to wield the large gilded blade that you know hold in your hand.

"B-bandits... They attacked ...took my family... Everything i owned... A-an- and" "and what?" You ask calmly, leaning further forward in order to hear better "and... Any whores stupid enough to wander into such an obvious trap" he spits out, grabbing your sword wielding hand with an iron grip as he begins shouting "COME ON BOYS WE GOT ONE!"

"what the fucking FUC.."before you can even respond what seems like a dozen men all armed to the teeth leap from the treeline, you manage to dislodge your wrist from the deceivers grasp courtesy of a quick kick to the groin but even with the sword your chances are slim to none.

This fact is only cemented as the first Marauder reaches you, armed with a large wooden club. You try your best to fend him off, stabbing and slashing wildly at the man but he easily knocks away your attacks, chuckling while doing so "looks like we got a lively one lads" he says in a gruff Nordic accent "the boss'll want that sword but afterword... she's all ours" the smirk on his face sends you into a flying rage "I'm not anyone's you prick!!" You shout, flying at the man in your rage induced state, these men are already thinking of what to do with you, how dare they!

Your sudden outburst manages to surprise the bandit, so much so that one of your slashes manages to connect on his forearm, sending a small spray of blood over the dirt road.

"AGHHG.." he yells out, caught off guard by your sudden speed "...that's it bitch we're done playing with ye!" Almost on cue you notice a quick pair of footsteps rapidly approaching from behind, you try your best to react but before you even manage to turn around the entire world is suddenly shook by a colossal blow "well this isn't very good" you manage to think to yourself before succumbing to the darkness