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Sascha Bach
Carpenter ☆ Artisan's Guild
Age: 20 | Height: 175 cm (5'7) | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander
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Sascha fell forward in lightning speed which almost squeezed every single molecule of air out of his lungs as he hit the rocky forest path. In panic he gasped for air as the stinging pain from his injuries flushed through his body in such a surge that white lights took over his entire vision field. His heartbeat was raised to unbelievable heights since he had been running at full speed through the forest in hope to get rid of the bandits on his heels. There might only be two of them but that was also two more than he could handle no doubt. He was horribly bad at fighting and for that matter only with healing abilities which wasn't really suited for the situation he was in. It's not like it would be smart to heal the ones trying to rob you and possibly hurt you.

It took all his force to crawl back up on his feet while he still tried to draw back as much oxygen as he could possibly get into his lungs as he started running again. Filthy seamed to follow him around now days either from chopping wood or getting chased by bandits, there was no escaping it and almost started to form to his entire identity. crush! snap! rattle! Damn he wasn't very stealthy either it seamed, probably could her him running at the other side of this world if they focused.. this was bad.. really bad. He needed a plan now before his lungs exploded, what was he going to do!?
SASCHA
"The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall."
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Kheelan Raine
Guard / Music maker
Age: 242 | Height: 5' (152cm) | Race: Fae | Nationality: Natural
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KHEELAN
He heard running, it wasn't hard to hear that someone was being chased through the woods on the hollowed ground area from where he sat just by the edge, guarding Greatwood from tresspassers. At the moment he wasn't in the city of Sidh guarding its "gates", but the outskirts.

Kheelan sat in a tree with a good view of a clearing that was known to get tresspassers off and on, he wasn't alone of course, more fae were around the woods as well but in a distance good enough to be able to wistle signs and what not if anything happened, but far enough in between that they could shoot a target if it didn't listen to warnings to enter Greatwood.

Teal  colored eyes spotted a figure he had seen before. That boy who collected wood earlier, the one who had only been here a few weeks and who had seem more lost than anything. Had he gotten himself in trouble again? Kheelan peered between the leaves and then became sure that it was the same human boy he had seen before. He was being chased, no doubt about it.

Kheelan answered a whistle, telling the other fae to hold back while he made himself ready with his bow. As Sasha stumbled up to run from the fall, Kheelan aimed to do a warning shot behind the man and to the ones chasing him. At the same time, he allowed himself to be seen by Sasha. Hopefully the young human would recognize him. His red hair was a dead giveaway even though it was currently tied back in several braids so it wouldn't be in the way during guard duty.

As soon as the arrow left the string, it hit a tree in front of the robbers that seemed to chase the boy. Should Sasha look up at him, he would point to a nearby rock which had a crevice from Kheelans point of view, still in Hollowed Grounds area just outside the border to Greatwood but a good place for the boy to hide and a good place for  Kheelan to aim and shoot the robbers, should they venture further out after the warningshot had landed. Kheelan graciously placed another arrow on his bow while standing firm on a brach only a hand full of meters away from the rocks he had pointed to for Sasha to hide without telling him so out loud.

In fae tongue which sounded more like birds singing, he told other guards that he knew the boy and that he would not be harmed. Currently he was no threat to greatwood, only hunted and afraid of who ever persued him. Exactly why Kheelan chose to help him, not even he was sure of, something told him to do so and he followed that instinct without hesitation.

Kheelan was clothed in armor this time, still with the green coloration, but also with golden colored armor on as well. His bow was wooden and leather with golden arches on the endings, most probably blades if he needed to get into hand in hand combat.




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Swords can only kill the heart it aims at,
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Sascha Bach
Carpenter ☆ Artisan's Guild
Age: 20 | Height: 175 cm (5'7) | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander
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Sascha felt the burning of tears behind his eyelids as he noticed it would be impossible for him to keep on running. His muscles felt like acid pumping out air instead of blood, his sore body ached and he could barely get enough air to fight passing out. He would die, this was it.. Cruel fate laughing in his face as the bandits would get a hold of him and end his short lived existence in this world. He had only been here for a number of weeks and would now already be killed by criminals over something he didn't even possess. The most valuable thing he had with him was his clothing and the pouch of water and he highly doubted that they would be pleased when finding this fact out.

SWOSCH! an arrow shot through the air and hit a tree behind him which made Sascha look upwards to see what now was up. Had he done something wrong again and now was gonna be shot to death by arrows!? His eyes focused to see a known face and as Kheelan silently told him where to go he happily followed that order. A quick slide and off he went to the rock that the fairy (fae) pointed him towards to take cover behind it; bloody and bruised after the situation in hand. Trying to catch his breath his weakened legs couldn't hold him any longer so as soon as he slid behind the rock they failed him and made him fall down on his butt. The noodle legs just dropped all the last power they had as he with shimmers in vison hid behind the rock.

The bandits (whom seamed to have legs of steel) did a sudden stop as the warning arrow came flying and turned their faces up on the fae guards in a obvious disrespectful manner. Two of the bandits had already aimed their own bows towards the fae as the leader of the group took a step forward with anger in his face before he started to speak. "This is no business of yours fae! Get back to your own thing and let us do ours!" He said sternly while pointing his blade up towards the fae's. It was clear the bandit wasn't one to show fear and also clear that he was no fan of the fae's either for that matter.

Sascha felt the world spinning where he sat like a helpless little bunny in the world of tigers behind his rock. His aching body shaking and pearls of sweat after the run slowly falling from his face. He felt terrible as he listened to the word exchange and really didn't want to cause the fairies trouble after his own stupid mistake of happily going through the woods exploring alone. He wanted to stand up and surrender to the bandits, didn't want to cause possible hurt to any of the fae's for helping his own stupid ass. He tried to stand up but it was impossible, his legs were more then used up after the long run and the burning of tears over this whole situation became stronger. Did he seriously just cause problems for the fairies? What was he suppose to do?
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Kheelan Raine
Guard / Music maker
Age: 242 | Height: 5' (152cm) | Race: Fae | Nationality: Natural
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KHEELAN
Apparently the robbers or whatever they were, weren't going to leave that easily. Figures. To be honest Kheelan wasn't too surprised that some of the outsiders didn't understand what was good for them or not. Did they even know how many fae actually were in the lining of Greatwood? Probably not and they never would.

Kheelan spoke in fae to his fellow guards. It sounded a lot like birds chirping at the same time it also sounded not too far away from singing. A bird further away answered his sounds. Kheelan repeated with a sharper tone of sounds. Not too many seconds later, an arrow flew down a few meters in front of where Sasha sat,but by a bush that seemed to be greener than the vegetation Sasha currently had around him. The arrow had a white piece of cloth tied to it, wanting Sasha to go after it. White flag was known to be a sign of giving up by the tall people's standard. Not too long after, a canteen of what looked to be a water bottle, fell to land by the arrow with the white fabric tied to it, tossed there by Kheelan himself from his own belt, yet again hoping that Sasha would get there. Moments after, Kheelan rose the bow and arrow again aiming at one of the men that seemed to be the leader of the bandit gang.

The fae guard could only hope that Sasha made his way towards that arrow, he would cross over to fae land, but not more than a couple of steps which made no harm to fae, not for this short a time. Yet far enough to be in greatwoods mercy but at the same time crossing the border enough to not be in the hands of the bandits.

"It is our business when you chase people who have nothing but the clothes on their back, towards Greatwoods' borders!"

He called back with confidence. Kheelan wasn't afraid, currently he was the leader of the team of guards, guarding this part of the forest lines, he knew the people he had with him, he knew where they were, what they were capable of. If anything, there were strength in numbers and these few bandits were no match for the fae-guards of greatwood. Kheelan was the only one that showed himself. For those who had a keen sense, they would feel that more than only one fae was present in the clearing. More people sat hidden in the fae side of the forest, exactly how many none could tell but fae.

A soft breeze rustled the trees by him, gently teasing that mahogany colored hair which currently had a complex set of braids in it along with jewelry on specific set of places in it. It was clearly a work hairdo so the hair wouldn't be in the way, but it was still pretty and well planned out.
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Sascha Bach
Carpenter ☆ Artisan's Guild
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Saschas body was in agony, pounding, burning and hurting as the sweat pearls caressed the skin of his face. The cool trickling of blood from the wounds he had acquired from his wild chase in the woods made his spine tingle uncomfortably from the cool liquid on an overheated body. He felt dizzy as the surge of hurt rushed through his body and felt that it was hard to keep his eyes open by now but thankfully he did though, with force. Otherwise he would probably not witness the arrow with the attached white cloth to land a short bit away from him. Soon thereafter a water bottle landed next to the arrow which made Sascha understand what the fairy wanted him to do. He forced himself back up on overly shaky legs as the dizziness tried to overcome him but that he refused to let happen. He drew a heavy breath before forcing himself to the spot while the angry bandits stared at him, not risking to move after him since they had many arrows pointed at their direction.

It was BARELY that he made it to the arrow and as he reached the spot his tired legs failed to keep him standing. They lost all the strength they had left and Sascha fell down by the water bottle, his tired body shaking from the force this entire day had brought him.

The bandits casted glances towards him but their focus was mostly stuck on the fae since they indeed had a better advantage then they did considering the three bandits were overmatched by at least a handful more fae, probably more. The leader of the bandits looked angry up at Kheelan since he was messing with his entire business. It was HE that had chased that tiny abandoned all over this god damned forest and that meant that Sascha was HIS to do whatever he wanted with. He had earned it! He gave the fae a deadly glance while he opened his mouth to angrily speak again. "He is OURS. We have chased him all through this forest and he is not a fae! He is none of your business since he does not belong to you, he is from Hollowed ground and should have known better. This is your last warning; give him to us!"

The weak Sascha fought to keep himself conscious and the bandits words fluttered in and out through his tired skull. His eyes burning over the trouble he had caused the fae and in a desperate thought process he would surrender over to the bandits if his legs would hold him. It was his fault all the way. He should have been more careful during his trip, he should have been more keen to feel the bandits approaching and not having to run for his life. He should have known he had been way off near the border of Fae land even though there was no way he could have known.. but still. All of this was his fault and now he had stirred up trouble for the Fae.. He was pathetic..
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"The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall."
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