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The Fey Forest - KayTee / Takashi

KayTee

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The Fey Forest

Camwyn moved cautiously through the dense woodland. The shortcut had seemed like a good idea in theory. The Map she had seen at the border garrison outpost had clearly shown that, if she cut through the Dimwoods, she would reach the Imperial Road in three days rather than the ten or more it would take to go around.

The Guardsmen had warned her off of course. To humans, woodland was always inhabited by ghosts, goblins and monsters. But Camwyn was an elf, daughter of Elgarwyn, first ranger of the Wilds, and she herself a trained ranger of the Glimmerwood. No forest could cause her to be ill at ease.

Or so she had thought. But this woodland was different. The sounds, the scents. There was more here of decay and death that any wood she had ever known. The trees and plants grew in strange ways and many of the species she did not recognise at all.

She adjusted her cloak around her shoulders and wished, for the first time on this journey, that she had brought armour and not just her travelling leathers. The high leather boots, short leather skirt and jerkin served to camouflage her, but they offered les protection.

Now she moved carefully. Her bow strung and her hand ready to knock an arrow should she need to as she advanced, her elven vision seeking pathways.
 
Generally, the Dimwoods were not as harsh as some of the Elven lands could be. The trees were clumped, and sometimes one who didn't know how to navigate them could get lost fairly easily, and end up in the wrong place at the wrong time. Though, lately, the woods have been changing, as much of the world had been. More creatures roamed the lands in secret. The ones who were common became more active in hunting down trespassers. This hadn't been too worrisome to most guardsmen, as the creatures had been able to make sure to keep away from large settlements and leave no survivors.

As one young elf would learn, the roads were much safer. It was only because of her keen senses that should would even have heard the sound of a branch breaking to her right. A shadow quickly moving to hide behind a tree in that direction. Her eyes, easily adjusting to the dim lights would allow her enough vision to have seen what appeared to be a weapon of some kind on the waist of whatever hide from her view. Another sound behind her, would alert her that she may be surrounded now. Whatever it was that had surrounded her, was keeping just out of her sight.

Until one of them charged from the shadows, it was a goblin, which were not normally native to this part of the lands. They were more commonly found within mountains, it near smaller population of people. They were green, with beady black eyes. Their clothing leathers, obviously not their own, as they barely fit on their smaller frames. His weapon was a deadly scimitar, which had clearly seen combat before. As thatnine moved in, so did four others all around her.
 
Camwyn stiffened at the sudden motions and nocked an arrow. As she saw the Goblin charge from the undergrowth, she drew aimed and let loose in one smooth, fluid motion. The bowstring thrummed and the arrow buzzed, embedding in the forehead of the goblin. She quickly knocked, drew and shot again but this time her arrow barely nicked the shoulder of one of the others.

There were far too many to shoot, so she dropped her bow and drew her knife, crouching into a fighting stance. It was probably hopeless, there were far too many, but she'd be damned if she was going down without a fight.

As they drew near, she charged and lunged at one of the greenskinned humaniods, bowling it over. She hopped over the goblin and tried to doge between two more but the blocked her path. She spun round only to see them moving in, forming a rough circle. She was surrounded/

"By the Gods, I will not go down without a fight." she cursed.
 
The goblins had known the woman would be able to put up a fight, as she was an elf. Everyone knew elves could be very talented hunters and fighters in general. So as she took a few out, more poured from the tree lines. Some came out of the trees, and charged at her. It went from her being surrounded by merely five, to maybe thirty or forty. It was impossible to tell as she would be fighting them, which luckily for her, she was talented enough to hold back the first few.

That quickly changed as one from a tree dropped on top of her head, and covered her eyes. Quickly, before she could kill that one, one jumped up to smack her weapon from her hand as roughly as he could. Then it was a matter of moments for her. They pulled out ropes, and started tying her quickly up, running around her in fast circles. To make sure she was having a more difficult time stopping them, one tackled her from behind to knock her down to the ground.

That action made it much easier for the rest as they swarmed her again, quickly tying her hands up, while some pulled out their own little knives. Instead of threatening her life, they started cutting at her leathers, pulling them off of her to expose her. She had few options for this situation.
 
Camwyn let out a sharp yell as the creature dropped on her head covering her eyes. A moment later they had disarmed her and she felt ropes going around her upper arms, pulling them to her sides.

"NO!"

She cried out. kicking at random. Then she felt more ropes and a sharp tug. her knees were drawn together tightly and then her ankles.

"NO!"

She screamed now in true fear as she was trussed and pushed to the floor of the forest. She could feel them pulling her arms behind her back, then she could see, but it was too late to do anything as they bound her wrists together and then her elbows.

Gasping, she tried to think as they started to methodically remove her clothing.

"Goddess help me!" She cried, but there was no one listening.
 
The goblins felt pride from having taken down an elf such as her, they were usually fairly rough to catch. They had been lucky that she wandered into their territory where they could surround her so easily, and have her as they newest trophy. The ones that survived her initial round of arrows clapped as they watched the ones that arrived a little late remove her clothes.

The elf was beautiful, and even they could see that as they cut her clothing. The leader walked up, a little taller than the rest, by about four inches, and the one with the meanest weapon. It was a khopesh, clearly stolen from another person they had either killed or captured. He wasted no time as he moved to be between the woman's legs, and push down his own pants, to reveal a decently sized cock. It was a slightly lighter green than his skin, and had pleasurable bumps along the length.

The others started groping at her, and moving her so she was face down, with her rear in the air. They had tied her legs, so that made it so this was the easiest way to take advantage of the poor elven woman. The goblin leader didn't hesitate to slam his member into her tight womanhood. They were raping her on the spot they caught her. If she survived this they thought about taking her to their camp to be their slave, or leaving her for dead.
 
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