-It had been a few days since Cynthiana had slipped through the grasp of those had meant to subdue her at the warehouse..The half-elf had managed to return safely to the den of The Three Dagger's guild in one piece and had left a bit richer and with access to certain services the guild could offer...the halfling guild leader had been so happy to see the Cats Eye of Aldune, she paid nearly double for the job being done...In the evenings after that the half-elf had gone on about her life,

Cynthiana: she had found small jobs to do and had gained a few prizes along the way, at night she would rent a room at a small inn near the docks, or take to old habits of falling in with beggars to share the warmth of a small fire in a barrel or bin, then move on somewhere else, but all the while keeping the company of a small copper dragon she had befriended over five years ago, named Argyle, the copper had been there somewhere never to far from the half-elf since he had first hatched. On this particular

Cynthiana: cold night at the end of January, the two found themselves in the southern glen, they had caught fish at a small lake, the pair had worked to bust up frozen ice so they could catch their supper, a fire was built and supper had been had, Cynthiana laid back against her backpack and had an old brown cloth blanket bundled around her, Argyle was curled up on her chest, the two were watching the stars that flickered in and out of sight above the wintery clouds, both full of fish and so relaxed they were near sleep, of course Cynthiana had thought about the close call she'd had, but such was the life of a treasure seeker, from time to time when people were involved things could get dangerous, she knew that-

Cynthiana: -The three had searched for their mark for hours, which turned into a day...taking turns to search, the half-orc pushed the elves in the search from time to time, they rested in shifts when needed and went on looking..Finally the half-orc had spotted her, he had watched the female for hours, he knew it was her from the description he was given and the scent of her cloak, she had stopped to rest with a group of beggars around a flaming barrel one evening and then he had gotten close enough to

Cynthiana: spring his attack, but there had been to many eyes, to many witnesses in the small space, he knew to bide his time, he did however take note of a companion she seemed to keep close at hand, the tiny copper dragon would be a bonus in this job, he would take time and re-join the elves, using the next few days the three of them could trail the half-elf and the little dragon and prepare for the capture.  On that cold winter night near the end of January the three men found themselves in the woods,

Cynthiana: they were all dressed in greens and blacks leathers and cloths, the clothes of rangers or hunters, each only wearing enough of a cloak to keep the wind from their backs, they had separated but were all aware a fire had been built further in the woods, the tracker carried with him quiet a few weapons and a leather case which he lowered to the ground once he was in place, he had stopped just beyond a thick patch of overgrowth, where he could see the small campfire and had a clear view of

Cynthiana: the female and the dragon, looking to the left and right in an almost triangular shape around the campsite he could see the elves, each of them had taken to hiding behind a tree and had an almost perfect veiw of the campsite too. The elves were ready, one held a weighted net folded up but ready in his hands, the other was holding a small glass bottle at the ready they were waiting for a signal-

Cynthiana: -the half-orc could hear her voice, listening as she spoke to the copper dragon on top of the blanket she lay under, he grin showing those sharpened teeth of his, then he watched as the two lazed about, in the light of the campfire he could see more detail of her face and the outline of her body under the blanket, then his black eyes traced up along the copper dragon, it was tiny, but a dragon is a dragon...it would grow, was his thought...He would focus on the task laid before him and gloved hands reached down and picked up a stick from a nearby dried bush, which he would snap with both hands in signal to the elves, he didn't care if it startled the victims into action-

Cynthiana: -hearing the branch snap Argyle's head snapped up, he seemed to become fully alert, Cynthiana blinked and sat up quickly looking around, the dragon was moved to her lap as she reached for her pack, their was a look exchanged by the two of them and as if they knew what the other was thinking, they stayed quiet and listened, Cynthiana started to wish she hadn't started the fire or that it could be put out, she could hid better if there were darkness and shadows, she started to push the blanket away as she searched around the clearing for who or whatever had made the noise-

Cynthiana: -the copper dragon would give out a series of roars and angry flail his wings, but they lost the ability to keep him in the air as they got caught in the net soon he'd fall to the ground inside the weighted net, he wasn't going to give up that easily, he would fight against the netting attempting to bite or claw a hole into the strands that held him, roaring out toward Cynthiana, the half elf heard the yells of victory from a voice she didn't know, then the different roars from Argyle, that last

Cynthiana: roar he gave, made her want to go to him but he had gotten his point across, she understood him as always and would do just want he wanted, she took off running, once she felt the thickness of the smoke lessening and the growth of grass and bushes at her feet and ankles she opened her eyes and took a breath, she then started through the woods, it was there she caught sight of a man, his skin near green she could see he was a half-orc, she dodged away from him as he reached for her, she wasn't planning on stopping as she could see now and breath even though her lungs burned from holding her breath that long-

Cynthiana: -the half-orc tracker heard the signature thwack of the boleadoras as it slammed around something, he slowed his walk as he listened, hearing her voice beyond the tree, hearing the words she spoke in near desperation, he chuckled darkly as he spoke up- "...oh..that'll take a while to cut through..." -a grin came to his lips as he walked with no need to hurry, he would let her wear herself down, if she wanted, toughness enchanted rope would take hours to saw through, he soon came from behind the tree but would give a wide enough birth between them so that she couldn't reach him, here the tracker would be able to get a good look at her finally, his black eyes staring as he looked over her figure, his grin widened- "...well..well...we will have to ask for a higher price.."

Cynthiana: -Cynthiana held the dagger up and out the blade toward him as if to fend him off, the rope was forgotten though it held her from moving more than about three feet in either direction- "...back off ye 'ear!" -mint green eyes focused on him, she swiped the blade out toward him- "..yer nae gonn' touch me!"

Cynthiana: -the half-orc laughed at the the girl, that grin stayed on his lips, his focus was on her, he'd not allowed himself to get close enough for her to reach him with the blade, he asked- "oh really now?..it seems you are a little out of luck and don't understand the situation...so i'll fill you in.." -The elf who had followed, slowly and stealthily moved around the tree that she was roped to, he'd silently stand there just a few feet behind her, watching the half-orc and the half-elf. The tracker would settle his laughter- " who ever has the most coin...be the one who..'touches' you girlie" -he looked past her and gave an up nod to the elf. The elf would grin and bring a foot up and kick the half-elf in the back-

Cynthiana:  -the elf who had his foot on her back ground his boot hard into her against her- "shut up girlie..no one asked you? -the half orc grinned hearing her, then shook his head at the elf who had her pinned- "...hes right girl...no one asked you? -then he looked to the elves and walked over to the case on the ground, opening it would reveal a neatly arranged assortment of manacles and other equipment used in a capture- ".bind her.." -with that the elf that was standing over her would send a hard kick to the back of the half-elf's head and walk over to the case with the other elven man, the half-orc would gather up the dagger that Cynthiana had dropped-

Cynthiana:  -she grunted as she felt the blow to the back of her head, her world threatened to go black, a few gasps for breath were taken as she watched them all through blurred vision, her head ached and she could feel blood wet her hair slowly-

Cynthiana:  -the elves would choose their preference of manacles and the two of them would come over and a fight would be put up with the half-elf, she was struggling with them almost wildly, one of them had been bitten and scratched, the other she had headbutted as her left hand was brought behind her and quickly secured in a tight band of metal, they both wrestled her other arm behind her, the half-orc wasn't impressed by the display, he crossed over and crouched down yanking her head up by the hair, he growled in her face showing those filed sharp teeth, the dagger, her own knife was brought up to her neck, just under her chin- "stop...struggling or die here and now"

Cynthiana:  -Cynthiana's eyes widened a bit but she didn't show fear, it was there but she only swallowed some against the blade at her neck, she would become still, the bands of the manacles were close together no chain between them, her wrist held very tightly, she didn't dare move, even if he hadn't meant it, the dagger was in a vital spot, no need to damage herself-

Cynthiana:  -once the elves had her in the tight cuff manacles by the wrist behind her, the half-orc grinned down at her and dropped the dagger then backhanded her, then spoke to the men- "we best make our way back to the city soon...we'll take the old smuggler's route near here..." -the elves would step back from the half-elf and..half-orc would use the Boleadora to bind her legs together and then set her up and pick her up slinging her over his shoulder. The elves would gather the leather bag, which a growl came from as it was moved and the
case after closing it and the three would walk for the caves and that hidden route back to the city, with their new merchandise in tow-

Cynthiana:  -Cynthiana's vision blurred as she felt the back of the half-orcs hand snap across her cheek, her form fell motionless as blood trickled down from her nose and her head dropped to the ground once he release her hair, she was in complete darkness as she was carried over the half-orcs shoulder, his scent accosted her nostrils, but she could do nothing but lull into unconsiousness as she was taken-