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The small group made their way through the forest. They had a day head start at best. The armor they wore helped very little, but taking it off was impossible. They were bound to this armor like the they were bound to the very people they were trying to escape. They had taken the oath and were forever bound to the Warriors of Fyrirlitlegur. There is no way to break their oath, or so they believe.

Two Warriors packed their bags and prepared to leave. They would track down the traitors and bring them back personally for Fyrirlitlegur. They talked quietly in excited whispers, like little kids. They jumped onto their horses and were off.

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The woods were eerie yet profoundly fascinating, bewildering even. He had always seen them from afar, the leaves of the tall trees barely visible from his quarters. To actually be next to such creations, well that was something he hadn't even dreamed of doing. Every now and again he would reach out and touch the bark of one, not that it really made a difference with the gloves that were permanently stuck on his hands though is still gave him a small shred of satisfaction. It wasn't only the trees that seemed to grab his attention, there were many herbs out here. Between stopping to marvel at the trees and picking herbs he found it hard to keep up with the others, not that they really seemed to care anyways. He honestly didn't even know their names, it was just a matter of freedom that kept him from going back. It would be nice to be able to feel things again, to finally have the cloak and mask removed. To be honest he didn't remember what his face even looked like.

Josh stayed to the side of the group looking around at the animals and the birds flying above, he kept a fair distance so he could tell if there was any sort of danger coming our way, the plants seemed to have an odd effect on him he would look over and see one plant then the other on the opposite path, one stayed farther behind while others were much farther away.

Rose was in front of the group, leading. She knew the forest well. Her position of power had allowed her quite a bit of freedom, which she had used to her advantage to get them out. She only wished such power had allowed authority over this cursed armor. She sighed. She didnt want to look around at the nature. At the moment, her only interest was escaping Fyrirlitlegur.

Josh stumbled slightly as sleep hit him hard from every direction he stayed quiet not to make it look liked weakness, he yawned and kept walking "how far yet?" he stifled a small yawn.

Carmine shrugged in reply. She was looking up at the sky and the trees overhead. In her hand, she was carelessly swinging the trident that she used in battle. The stone inside it pulsed gently with a amber glow, as if it was reacting to her movement.

Josh looked at the trident and at his own weapon the bow he took time to carve and design with blue and purple and red berries he found in the woods near the area he was put, to him it sort of glowed and the arrows were just plain arrows with sharp rocks and feathers of birds that flew by and dropped their feathers.