RP:Sabrina/Anann "I stand with no one"

Rough Range How could this be, is what you think to yourself as you look around. Imprinted into the ground, it looks almost as if a rain-sized meteor shower hit this particular part of the hills, leaving it scarred and rocky. A road of sorts runs through this area and to the south, but is still pitted and must be hard on the many travelers that come through this region. Pieces of wagons and even some horseshoes suggest that hitting larger potholes could be costly to merchants and wagon trains that come through here seeking trade with the dwarfs and mages to the west. To the south, it looks exactly the same as here, rough and harsh on the body. To the east a down sloping mountain path leads, cutting a road through the foothills of this land and to the north is a steep cliff.

Anann is here with a Contingent of Rangers.

Anann charges along the road, at the head of a column of Rangers. They splash mud everywhere as the hooves of their horses thunder on the road. They have been patrolling these ranges for the last few weeks, getting to know every single inch of them, and they, and their horses are confidently moving along this dodgy road at break neck speed. Glistening spears and polished yew war bows flash past, but some of the rangers, those on lighter mounts, carry composite bows too. They seem at ease now, but ready to stop anyone they do not know and ask them toll for passage if they do not like them.

Sabrina walks at a steady pace, eyes front but unfocused until the sounds of stomping foot soldiers breaks her serenity with all their loudness and mud sloshing noises. Rohk picks up his steps, twin tails rising from their usual dragging and lay position until his trot swishes them a hairs length from the ground behind him. He moves to Sabrina’s left, nearly forcing her off the well beaten path. Dull grey scales upon his demon-hide reverberate lightly, gently steaming what was left of the cool morning air. His nose searches the air much like a normal dog would, the tip of his muzzle easily reaching higher than the Elfess’ head by scale. Sabrina remains silent, as usual, letting the beasty negotiate what path they would take which always and inevitably is straight through the path of threat.

Anann hails the person with the hound they now find on the road. Drawing her own horse to a stop, she raises her bow to halt the column. Slowly she walks the chestnut stallion forward, as the scouts, the men and women with the smaller, composite bows break away from the column in pairs to guard the flanks and rear. "Sure, no' seen ye here before... wha' de storeh?" Anann's voice booms. Even though she was raised to be of the Forest, she had plenty of practice honing that voice on the parade ground. Her bow is unstrung and encased in leather to protect it from the weather, but from its size and the size of the woman's shoulders, arms and chest it does become apparent that she has spent a lifetime honing her shooting skills as well.

Sabrina tips the brim of her hat with thumb and forefinger, she whispers in elvish to Rohk “Is she speaking common?” Rohk answers with a shrug of heavily armored shoulder. Sabrina removes her hat out of courtesy, sandwiching it in the crook of her elbow against her side. “ Hi, there…person.” Sabrina’s own voice was much more peaceful and serene than the stout wood elf… also more melodic, sweet, practically radiating beauty- in comparison of course. To be honest, with the woman’s poor representation of bosom and heavy muscle tone she was unsure if she was speaking to a male elf or a female … something else. There was a distinct chord of Sabrina’s response that dropped notes of foreign origin, part in pirate- most in River Elf. Sabrina’s own bow was hung on her person, crossing her comparatively ample bosom with an enchanting bow string that looked like morning dew on a spiders web. It seemed by the looks of things the bow was more decorative than useful, unless one wanted to sell it. Then it looked radiant.

Anann gives a kind nod and brushes her brown hair out of her face. The fingers of her left hand are like thick leather pads, a sign of how often they grasp the hemp cord of the war bow. In her dialect of Elvish, she responds to the whispered question "With most of the men being human or half-elf, I tend to speak the common tongue around them" Obviously her ears work, and when speaking Elvish, her tone is much smoother, but speaking in the common language, she speaks a dialect not many speak, and it's rough. "Plenty o' people passin' t-hrough dese ranges, but I know most o' de people from Xalious, Kelay an' Larket... Ye... I've no' seen before like..." She looks down inquisitively, but not unfriendly, yet with the spears and bows of the men behind her, she of course has no reason to be.

Sabrina grins ear to ear, though not as refined the familiar tongue was at very least easy to understand. Rohk’s scales simmer down to a cool dusty grey. Sabrina had no qualms about giving her name to most Elf-kind. Had she been any lesser race (also meaning any other race) she would be more inclined to make something up. “Sabrina Galadriel Linnéa Skaði.” Her smile is welcoming and a small outstretched appendage, a greeting custom to these parts (or so she was told,) was offered; but at a mere fifteen hands high that she claimed inaccurately it was obvious that greeting would not be met. “Of Nuduin, of course.” Her elvish was impeccable even when trying to adopt a woody accent within it. It was a strong family name, known Hydromancers from generations of generations back. Rohk nudges her hard enough to cause her to lose balance,if only slightly. She sighs heavily and places her hand on the beasty’s chest. “And this is –Sir Rohk, of Nuduin.” He had earned the title awhile back as a token of appreciation and hadn’t let Sabrina forget it. She hadn’t the heart to tell him it meant nothing- he was a proud and quick to anger individual. The hound puffs out his chest, raising his chin in a v ery commanding-of-respect manner.Sabrina just shakes her head.

Anann said, "from de islands like? Name connected te de water I believe..." The archer speaks on in the common tongue, resolutely doing so to not make the conversation akward for the rangers behind her. She leans down, almost leaning out of the saddle to bend down and grasp that hand for a second. "Me name's Anann, dis unruly lot are de Rangers. We patrol dese hills, so we do." Just as she says that, one of the scouts comes riding up "Chartsend wagon approaching along the road ma'am" Anann whoops and instantly digs a cord out of her pouch. She loops a loop of the cord around the bottom and then braces the massive stave in the stirrup, leaning into it to string the bow and turn it from a mere piece of wood and some string into a fierce weapon "Men-at-arms on de road, archers te de flanks, riders down de hills an' inte de trees." There is that booming parade ground voice again, that commanding tone that gives orders that can only be followed. Continuing now in Elvish, she addresses the elf and her companion "Seems we have some company to deal with. You may stay here with us if you wish, I doubt you will be in any danger..."

Sabrina nods at both of Anann’s revelations before her attention is stole to the lot surrounding the person she decided was definitely female despite being cursed with a man’s chest. She felt sorry for her, in a way only Sabrina felt sorry for others. “I’m sorry patrol them for what?” Her question was cut short of the answer provided by a scouts announcement. Her eyes light up at the animation that soon followed. Chartsend, now that she heard of. Sabrina wanted to stay and watch, maybe take some notes; but for Rohk who already made the connection to the violence that was about to ensue and the individual Sabrina had met just only the night before, decided it was time to part ways before anything got to personal. As mighty as the hellbeast was, he was in no condition to deal with another one of Sabrina’s bad moods. “I stand with no one, and until I do I prefer not to lead others to believe anything less.” With that she made her leave, both elegantly and politely.