War and Famine in the Green [Horsemen]

[Retane]

Inirtias eyed the pointed ear commander as they traveled. The Lythian didn't know his companion very well and he had kept quiet for the most part, but Inirtias had to sate his own curiousity, " You're not an elf, but you look slightly , elvish, as some would say, what are you though, might I ask?"

The warrior with the marked face grunted for a moment and spoke, "Human. Don't ask me why our ear's are pointed. It's how we have been for generations on generations. "

Inirtias nodded and felt that it was a touchy subject, or the gruff voice of the commander was just his common tone. The elf didn't bother continuing on. He had quenched his curiousity. He didn't have time to, even if he wanted. Up ahead there was a crack of a branch which caused Inirtias to throw his hand up and reach for his bow. The Lythian sniffed the air for a few moments and picked up the scent easily enough and recognized it. It was Jack Frost, the ice wielder.

As Inirtias noticed the scent, the Guardian along with a young follower came into view. [i]So four of them have hatched already at least? I wonder if Retane knows about this one[/], the elf mused. What was more spectacular was that the young namekian was dressed similar to Jack Frost. He even carried a knotted stick about the the size of himself. The elf almost wanted to chuckle in amusment, but instead, called out, "Guardian! What brings you around these parts?"

Frost looked up and smiled, "Inirtias! Glad to see you! We are hunting for Retane- Oh I see you have company?"

The Lythian nodded, "Seems Reatus called out towards someone named Jak and he had a possie of two others. Retane has accepted them temporarily. and I'm taking this guy, Torn, to the base. He is a commander and could be useful there. At least, I think that is Retane's train of thought."

Jack laughed at the reservation in the elves voice, "Well these little guys are something else, and there usually is a method to Retane's madness. You seem like you are hesitant on his decision."

Inirtias looked to Torn and shrugged, "Letting strangers in ones base seems pretty ludacris to me."

Torn grunted, "It does, doesn't it? I didn't decide all this, and am just along for the ride."

Inirtias conceded to the point that it was Retane's ultimate decision and that he would have to go along with it all, though he wondered if Enroshia would have done the same thing. The more he thought about the Lythians that followed the white haired Mystic, he realized that Enro probably would have. If someone scewed him over, they'd have hell on their hands. The same could be said for Retane, Inirtias mused quietly

"So you left Retane? How long ago was this", Jack questioned , as if changing the subject on pupose.

Inirtias and Torn, both, pointed in the direction in which they had came. "About thirty minutes ago that way." They had both had spoke at the same time but Torn added, "They had access to a buggy so who knows how far they may have gotten though."

Inirtias nodded in agreement, "What he said."
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"Well, what do we have here?"

Retane started to slowly pull himself off the ground, glancing back at the others that accompanied them. They weren't hurt and seemed to be gathering themselves with ease. The namekian looked back to the new predicament, he hand literally landed himself and the others in. There were three figures standing in front of him, looking down at the namekian with curious or gruff expressions. The gruffest one was a hulking mass of a behemoth, corded muscled and well cut. The figure next to him had been the one that spoke, calmly his head cocking slightly to the side as he observed the namekian with a gaze of amusement. The third was a darker skinned elf of sorts. She stood to the back of the crowd almost nervous by the look in her eyes.

The Emerald Warrior pulled himself to his feet slowly, unsure what his next move was.. Would these new comers be hostile or or peaceful? They weren't ninja nor was the elf one he had seen before. He was calm and didn't want to be agressive.After a few moments he shrugged slightly, "First time driving one of those things."

"Ha! more like, 'trying' to drive" Dax called from behind before he grumbled something about being unsure who was a worst driver between the namekian and Jak.

The stranger that had spoke before nodded in the direction of the talking animal, "Seems like your buddy over there is accurate with his statement.Probably shouldn't quit you day job." He pointed towards the destroyed vehicle on the bank of the river. "Though one would be curious to know what your day job is, with that kind of reaction time?"

The Emerald Warrior paused for a moment looking deep in the eyes of the one that seemed to be the head of the trio. There was something strange and unique about this one and Retane couldn't put his finger on it. The stranger was experienced beyond the the age of his flesh by quite a bit. "I imagine it could be similiar to your own. You three wreak of the stench of orc blood."

"Seems he can smell just as good as you Shang", the prime physical specimen of man kind laughed.

"It would seem so, Atelos, better even perhaps? He knows exactly what they are. Though, he doesn't seem mad about it at all, perhaps they weren't his friends?" Shang spoke to the hullking man but kept his eyes on Retane.

"I know a few people that would say the only good orc is a dead orc, and even then hardly not." Retane spoke, keeping the conversation light as he judged them from his response. The dark skinned elf laughed at it momentarily causing Atelos to glance at her.

"I suppose your right. I only had a brief conversation with one earlier." The stranger mused outloud. The Leader of the Horsemen eyed the warrior still unsure.about them but so far so good."So I have a propsition for you", Shang Tsung grinned after a few moments.