Ginger Sandlot

[GrayAngel]

((I decided to change this from an RPG to a weekly updated story since it's never caught on. This RPG will take place in the world of Christia, since that is where it was originally taking place in. Feel free to post your comments here.))

Ginger Sandlot was a traveller from a far distant land. She was a fair woman with brown eyes around the age of thirty. She wore light armor for protection without limiting speed or flexibility. She had a bow and a quiver of arrows, and she also had a short sword around her waist.

With her, she had little child with dark hair and black eyes. She looked like she was no older than five. She wore a bandana around her head which covered her ears.

The two were travelling in the Elven forests of Tupfalassë, looking for civilization. The forest was on a beach, and the trees called Palanadan which provided the beach with a lot of shade.

"I wonder what the Elves here are like," the girl young said to herself. "Do you know, Miss?"

"No," Ginger replied. "I've never been here before."

The girl squeals, hearing a noise from behind her. Acting quickly, Ginger grabs her bow, ready to kill any beast that might happen to appear.


ACT 2

They were relieved when a tiny kitten jumped into view.

"Aww..." the girl said. "How cute!"

"We need to get going," Ginger said.

The cat came and meowed at the girl, rubbing on her and climbing on her lap when she sat down.

"I think it's hungry."

"Forget it. We need this food for ourselves."

"Can't we give it just a little piece of meat?"

"No. Now come on."

Then the girl turned behind her again and listened.

"What is it?" Ginger asked.

"I hear people coming. They're moving quickly toward us."

"They must be looking for us. Come on! Let's go!"

 

[GrayAngel]

ACT 3

It didn't take long for their pursuers to catch up to them. But Ginger took the girl and hid behind a large bush and the large group of heavily armored Elves ran by. Ginger and the girl held their breathe and remained as quiet as possible. The thirty or so elvish troops passed by with paying them any notice.

"That was close," said the girl.

Soon, they arrived at a small Tupamar-Elf city. In English, the city was called City on the Beach.

They walked through the city, looking for a place to stay when Ginger jumped and hit beside small hut.

"What's wrong?" the girl asked her.

"See that man over there?" Ginger replied. "The one in the green armor?"

"Yes. Do you know him? Is he an enemy?"

"Yes, I know him. But I wouldn't call him an enemy. Well, maybe."

"I don't understand. Is he here to help you or to hurt you?"

"He thinks he's trying to help me, but he doesn't understand."

 

[GrayAngel]

Act 4

In response to the girl's puzzled face, Ginger explained, "About two years ago, I lived in a land very far from here in a different country. I was a mercenary. I carried out missions for the king and his nights. But one day I was ordered to slay a monster. The monster had taken the son of the king. He--that man over there--and some other hired mercenaries and knights fought along with me. But I made a fatal mistake. I fired an arrow at the monster and it nearly killed him. It ran from us and hid behind the wall of a cave. We approached slowly, and as soon as I saw something move from behind the wall, I shot it. But it wasn't the monster. I killed the prince."

"It was just an accident, right?" the girl asked.

"Of course, but that doesn't matter. When you kill an innocent, you have to be punished. But I was afraid. The king loved his son dearly, and he wouldn't have let me go off easy. So I ran. I took a boat and I came to Christia."

"Is that why he's here then? Was he orded to take you back?"

"No, he's doing this by his own choice. He caught me before and tried to convince me to come back. But I will never come back."

"Why does he care? If he's not getting paid, why is he following you."

"He used to be my best friend. I even thought of marrying him once."

 

[GrayAngel]

Act 5

When the man saw the group of armored elves, he was curious and came to them. "Evening, gentlemen. What, may I ask, is this about?"

"We are searching for a kidnapper," the leader elf replied. "Who are you?"

"My name is Sage Lambourne. This must be someone really important who was taken to demand so much help."

"The elven girl who was taken from us is an orphan by the name of Raven. She has black hair and black eyes and an age around five. Have you seen anyone meeting this description?"

"All this for one little orphan? That seems a little odd."

"Never you mind, stranger. Have you seen her?"

"I don't think so. But perhaps a description of the kidnapper might ring a bell."

"She's a human woman with sandy blonde hair, brown eyes and a tall and slim figure. Our sources tell us she appears to be a little hardy for a woman of her stature. She wears light armor and is equipped with a sword and bow and a full quiver of arrows."

Sage was surprised. This was the exact description of the woman he was looking for.

"Perhaps we can help each other out," said Sage. "Where was this woman headed?"