Uncharted Role Play

So here is the sign up and discussion, http://www.nanowrimo.org/en/forums/role-playing-and-communal-story-building/threads/33481. You know the drill copy and paste it into your address bar, sign ups are still open. Anyways, I forgot about this and then I got a message saying that someone had commented on it and I remembered! The brilliance of the mind of Tori..... Right now they are in their camp doing whatever they want to until I set the plot in motion which I shall do eventually..... XD

Guinevere slipped through the trees, gently flipping a strand of hair out of her eyes as she studied the landscape before her. She glanced at the sky, gauging the angle of the sun, before slipping back into the deep shadows. She would not get any closer today, she might spook the animals, and then what good would they be to her?
She returned to her camp, as silently as she had left it. Born from much practice she circled her camp several times before entering, ensuring that nobody had discovered it while she was away.

Nestling into her lookout tree that evening she gazed at the stars above her, thoughts returning to the dilemma she had been thinking of for several days. She had heard of a group nearby, a group made of people like her, outcasts, left to fend for themselves in the Uncharted lands. As a rule she was not entirely comfortable with being around other people, not since she had been cast out. But, perhaps, it was time to make some changes. It would be wise to make some alliances, just in case those in the Charted areas decided to ever find out what happened to those they banished.
Sighing she pulled her cloak tighter and closed her eyes, she would decided later.

((bump?))

Asa kept moving, never stay in the same place for two nights, that was his rule...he didn’t want to stay in the same place, didn’t want anyone or anything finding him out. There were other people like him somewhere in these parts, he was sure of it but what sort of people were they? Why had they been thrown out? Were they dangerous? It was something which he didn’t think he should try and find out if he could help it, not here, alone and unprotected.

He’d already eaten, an unwitting hare had stumbled into one of his traps, it had been a small, lean creature with barely any meat on it but he had least he had least something in his stomach now and so, alive for now Asa kept on moving, further away from charted areas into who knows what?

Dreth slipped around the camp he had found. He prefered to avoid human contact when possible, but he had not found any food for a couple days, and maybe the woman in the camp could use his help in exchange for some food. He didn't want to go in without any knowledge of who she was though, so Dreth stood in the shadows of some of the trees and waited.

((Yay! People!!! Darkfeather, is your character outside of Guinevere's camp or just a general one?))

((Guinevere. I prefer to make my starts near other people.))

Something was wrong. Guinevere didn't stir from her position in the tree, sweeping her surroundings without moving her head. She knew she could not be seen from the ground, but there was something there, just out of sight in the shadows. An animal perhaps? The birds fell silent and she stiffened slightly, no, birds would not stop their singing that fast if it were but an ordinary forest animal.
Nothing moved and she began to count her options, either stay up in the tree and wait for them to move, or exit and pretend she did not notice anything. Either option was risky. She decided to wait a few more minutes, just to see what would happen.

Dreth noticed no movement within the camp, and decided to attempt to sneak in and steal somethihng. He had not seen the woman since her arrival, and he was too hungary to wait. Dret slipped into the camp and began searching for food.

Eyes narrowed as a strange figure slipped into camp. He seemed to be a bit gaunt, but then, who wasn't out here? Reaching ever so slowly she grasped the cool, slick shaft of an arrow. Seconds later it sang through the air, burying its lethal head just inches in front of him.
Swinging effortlessly from the tree she already had another arrow ready by the time her feet touched the ground, trained directly at the intruder.
"What do you want," She growled, eyes sparking angrily.

Dreth froze. He knew that the lady of the camp had missed on purpose, and that the next one wouldn't. "I was hoping that I could exhange something for food." he said, "But when you didn't show up, I-" He stopped, unsure where to go with that statement.

"Where did you come from? And how long have you been out here?" She asked warily, still holding the bow taught and ready. From the look of him he'd been out here awhile, but if those in the Charted areas were getting wise to the fact that people were actually living out here she wouldn't but it past them to send spies out.

"I was wandering around, just doing what I do,and I was thrown out of the Charted areas about five years ago." Dreth wondered if he would have to use his electro gauntlets on this woman.

"Five years ago," She echoed, "Why are you in such trouble that you need to seek food in someone else's camp then? Surely you would have experience enough to feed yourself." She was not adverse to helping him out, she just needed to know he wasn't trying to trick her into something. He looked to be around her own age, she wondered what he had gotten thrown out for. She lowered her bow slightly, "Have you had contact with anybody in those five years?"

"The lands I've searched have all been baren and dead. And I have not been able to catch anything in the forest." Dreth said. "And all who I've met have been half crazed, to the point where killing them was a mercy." Dreth gestured to his skelatal armor in as non-threatening motion as possible.

To show disgust at such a thing wouldn't be the wisest thing, instead Guinevere relaxed ever so slightly, even a Charted wouldn't go as far as donning armor made of. . . . bones, she resisted the urge to shudder, instead motioning toward a suspended basket in the tree behind him.
"There's some smoked fish in there, you can have it if you'll tell me anything new you've heard, about anyone out here or in the Charted areas." She moved to take a seat, her back against the solid wall of the cave, allowing her to scan the surrounding area as well as keep an eye on her guest.

((Off for the night.))

(ArtsyGal and Darkfeather21, would you mind if my character joined your two?)


Asa could hear voices in the distance, too indistinct to know what they were saying but they made him distinctly uneasy. Voices were not good.

People were cast out on their own, there wasn't supposed to be company here or at least that was what Asa thought. He followed the land, he couldn't remember all of the maps, all of the charted areas, was he straying to close?

Knowing he should stay away, double back Asa found he couldn't turn round, the sound of the voices transfixed him, he missed the sound of voices, it had been so long since he had heard them last, having wandered on his own for who knows how long. He couldn't turn away now and despite himself Asa walked towards the sound, one hand clasped around the hilt of a small bronze knife.

Guinevere watched as Dreth moved toward the basket. She was beginning to feel a little better about the encounter, even those from Charted areas wouldn't look that gaunt and starved, they wouldn't stand for it. Still, she'd keep an eye on him while he was around, and she'd be moving camp as soon as he left.
A breath of wind caught her hair, twirling it around in fantastic designs before she reached up and tugged it back behind her ear. As she did so she thought she heard something. It was so faint she wasn't really sure what it had been, nonetheless her eyes scanned the trees closely, trying to pick out any movement, two people in the same morning would be incredibly nerve wracking.

Dreth moved towards the basket and grabbed the fish. He sat on the ground next to it and began to eat. "I haven't heard much about the Charted areas, but what I did hear was disconcerting. Appearently, some group of Uncharted attempted to sneak back in to the Charted areas. I don't know what their fate was, but it couldn't be good." Dreth chewed the fish slowly, savoring the smokey flavor. It had been almost a week since he'd been able to eat properly. Nearby, the woman was looking around again.