Ogre Village

[Strike]

Strike had heard of the Ogres. How they were some of the fiercest creatures in Narnia, but also the dumbest. Strike didn't care. He walked up the stony path. Wolf beside him bounding along to keep up. And Black Magic behind was trying his best to stay behind, the horse was a coward. So Strike had to continuously pull on the rope looped around his neck to pull him along when he tried to take unneeded breaks. After awhile they crested one slope of the mountain and looked down, at the bottom, nestled between to mountains n a low valley lay an Ogre Village. This peaked Strikes curiosity.

So he made camp. He unrolled his bedroll and instantly wolf jumped onto it and curled up. Strike made a campfire from wet wood, so it didn't smoke and Magic and slowly laid down and drifted into sleep. As the creatures dreamed Strike snuck off. His black cloak pulled tightly on him to protect his form from the wind and snow. The hood covered his face and his sword hung loosely at his hip. Slowly Strike crept down the mountain slope towards the Village. One of these days curiosity would kill him, if not today.

[Amelia]

Amelia walked into the camp as she looked at the wolves. She slowly crept up behind a tree as she hides behind it. She lets out a soft sigh as she watches the wolves. She had only seen a few of them and she wanted to know what they behaved like.

[Strike]

Slowly Strike contiuned his descent. He then jumped fromt he slope and landed on the roof of one house. He looked down at the creatures going about. Thye were large, and obviously dumb. As they went they often ran into things. Strike smiled alittle and stood up, he walked to the edgge of the roof and hopped off landing neatly. He then ran behind another building, his hood still up.

Back up at camp Wolfs ears perked up when he heard someone sign. At first he suspected it to be his Brother, but when he saw Strike was gone he growled. Someone else was near by. Wolf stood and stretched, then began sniffing the air looking for the intruder.

[Amelia]

Amelia heard the wolves as she presses up against the tree tighter as she tried to hide herself. She countinued to watch the wolves as she saw them smelling the air. She began to walk backwards as she trips over a root as she falls to the ground and she cuts her arm. She slowly cursed under her breath as she held onto her trident.

[Strike]

( There is only one Wolf)

Wolf heard something fall and growled loudly. He hated intruders, but could tell that anything dumb enouigh to trip while it was hiding wasn't a threat to them. So he walked back to the fire and laid down on top of his Brothers things again. He didn't know where Strike was, but Wolf wasn't worried, Strike was perfectly cpable of taking care of himself. And he was stealthy enough to avoid being caught.

Down below att he Village Strike had his sword out which dripped with Ogre blood. He had been seen and was now fighting for his life. turned out this wasn't going to be a good day after all. Strike was running threw the small village dodging boulders as they where hurled at them. He turned a corner and climbed up the wall. When the Ogre ran by Strike swung his sword decapitating the creature. But five more where five feet behind.

[Amelia]

Amelia heard commotion going about below them as she ran to the edge of the cliff and she looked down. She watched as the man fought the ogres as she smiled. Looked like work, but now what Amelia was deciding was to help him or not.

[Maugrim]

"Going somewhere?" A voice came from behind Amelia. The words were gruff and commanding of obedience. The lady turned to be faced by three wolves. "You are tresspassing upon her majesty's land. I hope, for your sake, you can explain yourself."

[Criston]

" Leave her alone Maurgim. She hasn't done anything to you." Criston said and came out form behind a small hut. He stood between Maugrim and the woman.

[Maugrim]

"Quiet!" He bared his teeth a newcomer canine. "I don't need interference from traitors. Step aside. You have rejected your brotheren. You are lucky you remain alive."

[Criston]

" I remain alive because I'm smart Maurgim. Unlike you who seems to be a puppet." He said with a smile.
" If I am not mistaken, this is Aslan's world not the Witch's so, techinacally, I have authority here." He said looking straight at Maugrim.

[Maugrim]

"Don't get 'technical' with me. You turned on your own kind. But you remain alive, I give you credit for that. Now, get out of my way before you regret it."

[Criston]

" No..." Criston said simply. Maugrim did not intimidate him in the least. Criston was the same and size and perhaps a bit smarter as well.

[Maugrim]

Maugrim quickly scanned his surroundings. He was not in a defensable position. "Very well. I leave you to your lady. There will be another day." Maugrim turned and bolted silently into the woods.

[Criston]

He nodded and turned to the woman.
" Try and watch out for him. He isn't the nicest fellow."

[Maugrim]

"Yet I'm not a traitor!" A voice howled out from the woods, its starting place undecievable.