Sir Osis
He wasn’t about to let this bastard make a fool of him. Alphonse charged as Sir Osis drew his sword. The bandit was caught off guard by the site of a grown man in armor bouncing around on a pony, and he did not react in time to prevent being stabbed in the stomach. Sir Osis’s triumph ended when a chorus of shouts came from the forest, and bandits came pouring out. Bandits were a lot better at hiding than they used to be.
Sir Osis immediately went on the defensive and began to cut down men left and right. He cut down two of them, you see—one on the left, and one on the right. Then a blow to his chest from a very large man knocked him off his horse. He hit the ground stunned and the large man immediately knocked him unconscious.
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When he woke up, the surrounding were tinged with grey. There was an intense, throbbing pain in his head and his face itched. A lot. He tried to get up, but he realized his arms and legs were bound and his armor was gone. A wave of nausea came over him, and he ended up making a mess all over his shirt. Then he remembered what had happened. He had been hit in the head, several times, and the resulting blood had dried on him. After a few more minutes of lying in a tired daze, he rolled onto his side to look around. Tied to a tree were a pair of the merchants, and Lady Feithid and another girl both sat on the ground with their hands and feet tied. Most of the bandits he could see were occupied with sorting the spoil, discussing things amongst themselves, or attending to various needs around the camp. There seemed to be only one man watching the prisoners, but that didn’t mean there were not more in the woods.
If he waited for the man to not be paying attention, there was a chance he could escape. Otherwise, he would probably be held for either ransom or slavery, and who would pay the ransom of a knight who could not even avoid being captured by bandits? Escape was a big risk though, and he would never be free if he was dead. Perhaps it was better to wait until a time when there would be less focus on him, or even to be sold and catch a ship home.
He wasn’t about to let this bastard make a fool of him. Alphonse charged as Sir Osis drew his sword. The bandit was caught off guard by the site of a grown man in armor bouncing around on a pony, and he did not react in time to prevent being stabbed in the stomach. Sir Osis’s triumph ended when a chorus of shouts came from the forest, and bandits came pouring out. Bandits were a lot better at hiding than they used to be.
Sir Osis immediately went on the defensive and began to cut down men left and right. He cut down two of them, you see—one on the left, and one on the right. Then a blow to his chest from a very large man knocked him off his horse. He hit the ground stunned and the large man immediately knocked him unconscious.
When he woke up, the surrounding were tinged with grey. There was an intense, throbbing pain in his head and his face itched. A lot. He tried to get up, but he realized his arms and legs were bound and his armor was gone. A wave of nausea came over him, and he ended up making a mess all over his shirt. Then he remembered what had happened. He had been hit in the head, several times, and the resulting blood had dried on him. After a few more minutes of lying in a tired daze, he rolled onto his side to look around. Tied to a tree were a pair of the merchants, and Lady Feithid and another girl both sat on the ground with their hands and feet tied. Most of the bandits he could see were occupied with sorting the spoil, discussing things amongst themselves, or attending to various needs around the camp. There seemed to be only one man watching the prisoners, but that didn’t mean there were not more in the woods.
If he waited for the man to not be paying attention, there was a chance he could escape. Otherwise, he would probably be held for either ransom or slavery, and who would pay the ransom of a knight who could not even avoid being captured by bandits? Escape was a big risk though, and he would never be free if he was dead. Perhaps it was better to wait until a time when there would be less focus on him, or even to be sold and catch a ship home.
He wasn’t about to let this bastard make a fool of him. Alphonse charged as Sir Osis drew his sword. The bandit was caught off guard by the site of a grown man in armor bouncing around on a pony, and he did not react in time to prevent being stabbed in the stomach. Sir Osis’s triumph ended when a chorus of shouts came from the forest, and bandits came pouring out. Bandits were a lot better at hiding than they used to be.
Sir Osis immediately went on the defensive and began to cut down men left and right. He cut down two of them, you see—one on the left, and one on the right. Then a blow to his chest from a very large man knocked him off his horse. He hit the ground stunned and the large man immediately knocked him unconscious.
When he woke up, the surrounding were tinged with grey. There was an intense, throbbing pain in his head and his face itched. A lot. He tried to get up, but he realized his arms and legs were bound and his armor was gone. A wave of nausea came over him, and he ended up making a mess all over his shirt. Then he remembered what had happened. He had been hit in the head, several times, and the resulting blood had dried on him. After a few more minutes of lying in a tired daze, he rolled onto his side to look around. Tied to a tree were a pair of the merchants, and Lady Feithid and another girl both sat on the ground with their hands and feet tied. Most of the bandits he could see were occupied with sorting the spoil, discussing things amongst themselves, or attending to various needs around the camp. There seemed to be only one man watching the prisoners, but that didn’t mean there were not more in the woods.
If he waited for the man to not be paying attention, there was a chance he could escape. Otherwise, he would probably be held for either ransom or slavery, and who would pay the ransom of a knight who could not even avoid being captured by bandits? Escape was a big risk though, and he would never be free if he was dead. Perhaps it was better to wait until a time when there would be less focus on him, or even to be sold and catch a ship home.
The latter was a pipe dream, he thought. If he was going to escape, he had to do it soon. He continued to watch until someone called the man guarding the prisoners over to do something else. He knew that it may not be his best chance, but it could also be his only one.
He had to take this opportunity. Slavery was dishonorable and would likely lead to a death both premature and inglorious. Not to mention the horrible diet he would have. Sir Osis leaned forward and grabbed the small knife he had concealed in his belt. Then he cut his hands and legs free. Then he realized there was a stinging sensation in one of his hands. Apparently, he had cut himself by accident, and quite deeply too. However, that was something to worry about later. It would not be long before someone returned to check on them.
Alphonse was tied to another tree nearby. Now, what kind of a knight would leave his trusty steed behind? Not Sir Osis. He untied him and tried to lead him away. That endeavor was met with considerable resistance, but Alphonse soon gave in. They really had to hurry now. He turned his gaze over to the other prisoners and made a decision.
Sir Osis immediately went on the defensive and began to cut down men left and right. He cut down two of them, you see—one on the left, and one on the right. Then a blow to his chest from a very large man knocked him off his horse. He hit the ground stunned and the large man immediately knocked him unconscious.
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When he woke up, the surrounding were tinged with grey. There was an intense, throbbing pain in his head and his face itched. A lot. He tried to get up, but he realized his arms and legs were bound and his armor was gone. A wave of nausea came over him, and he ended up making a mess all over his shirt. Then he remembered what had happened. He had been hit in the head, several times, and the resulting blood had dried on him. After a few more minutes of lying in a tired daze, he rolled onto his side to look around. Tied to a tree were a pair of the merchants, and Lady Feithid and another girl both sat on the ground with their hands and feet tied. Most of the bandits he could see were occupied with sorting the spoil, discussing things amongst themselves, or attending to various needs around the camp. There seemed to be only one man watching the prisoners, but that didn’t mean there were not more in the woods.
If he waited for the man to not be paying attention, there was a chance he could escape. Otherwise, he would probably be held for either ransom or slavery, and who would pay the ransom of a knight who could not even avoid being captured by bandits? Escape was a big risk though, and he would never be free if he was dead. Perhaps it was better to wait until a time when there would be less focus on him, or even to be sold and catch a ship home.
He wasn’t about to let this bastard make a fool of him. Alphonse charged as Sir Osis drew his sword. The bandit was caught off guard by the site of a grown man in armor bouncing around on a pony, and he did not react in time to prevent being stabbed in the stomach. Sir Osis’s triumph ended when a chorus of shouts came from the forest, and bandits came pouring out. Bandits were a lot better at hiding than they used to be.
Sir Osis immediately went on the defensive and began to cut down men left and right. He cut down two of them, you see—one on the left, and one on the right. Then a blow to his chest from a very large man knocked him off his horse. He hit the ground stunned and the large man immediately knocked him unconscious.
When he woke up, the surrounding were tinged with grey. There was an intense, throbbing pain in his head and his face itched. A lot. He tried to get up, but he realized his arms and legs were bound and his armor was gone. A wave of nausea came over him, and he ended up making a mess all over his shirt. Then he remembered what had happened. He had been hit in the head, several times, and the resulting blood had dried on him. After a few more minutes of lying in a tired daze, he rolled onto his side to look around. Tied to a tree were a pair of the merchants, and Lady Feithid and another girl both sat on the ground with their hands and feet tied. Most of the bandits he could see were occupied with sorting the spoil, discussing things amongst themselves, or attending to various needs around the camp. There seemed to be only one man watching the prisoners, but that didn’t mean there were not more in the woods.
If he waited for the man to not be paying attention, there was a chance he could escape. Otherwise, he would probably be held for either ransom or slavery, and who would pay the ransom of a knight who could not even avoid being captured by bandits? Escape was a big risk though, and he would never be free if he was dead. Perhaps it was better to wait until a time when there would be less focus on him, or even to be sold and catch a ship home.
He wasn’t about to let this bastard make a fool of him. Alphonse charged as Sir Osis drew his sword. The bandit was caught off guard by the site of a grown man in armor bouncing around on a pony, and he did not react in time to prevent being stabbed in the stomach. Sir Osis’s triumph ended when a chorus of shouts came from the forest, and bandits came pouring out. Bandits were a lot better at hiding than they used to be.
Sir Osis immediately went on the defensive and began to cut down men left and right. He cut down two of them, you see—one on the left, and one on the right. Then a blow to his chest from a very large man knocked him off his horse. He hit the ground stunned and the large man immediately knocked him unconscious.
When he woke up, the surrounding were tinged with grey. There was an intense, throbbing pain in his head and his face itched. A lot. He tried to get up, but he realized his arms and legs were bound and his armor was gone. A wave of nausea came over him, and he ended up making a mess all over his shirt. Then he remembered what had happened. He had been hit in the head, several times, and the resulting blood had dried on him. After a few more minutes of lying in a tired daze, he rolled onto his side to look around. Tied to a tree were a pair of the merchants, and Lady Feithid and another girl both sat on the ground with their hands and feet tied. Most of the bandits he could see were occupied with sorting the spoil, discussing things amongst themselves, or attending to various needs around the camp. There seemed to be only one man watching the prisoners, but that didn’t mean there were not more in the woods.
If he waited for the man to not be paying attention, there was a chance he could escape. Otherwise, he would probably be held for either ransom or slavery, and who would pay the ransom of a knight who could not even avoid being captured by bandits? Escape was a big risk though, and he would never be free if he was dead. Perhaps it was better to wait until a time when there would be less focus on him, or even to be sold and catch a ship home.
The latter was a pipe dream, he thought. If he was going to escape, he had to do it soon. He continued to watch until someone called the man guarding the prisoners over to do something else. He knew that it may not be his best chance, but it could also be his only one.
He had to take this opportunity. Slavery was dishonorable and would likely lead to a death both premature and inglorious. Not to mention the horrible diet he would have. Sir Osis leaned forward and grabbed the small knife he had concealed in his belt. Then he cut his hands and legs free. Then he realized there was a stinging sensation in one of his hands. Apparently, he had cut himself by accident, and quite deeply too. However, that was something to worry about later. It would not be long before someone returned to check on them.
Alphonse was tied to another tree nearby. Now, what kind of a knight would leave his trusty steed behind? Not Sir Osis. He untied him and tried to lead him away. That endeavor was met with considerable resistance, but Alphonse soon gave in. They really had to hurry now. He turned his gaze over to the other prisoners and made a decision.