[Destroyed] Hunting Legion camp

Of course they always had to try and fight, they never would give up easily. He withdrew his hand from her face for the moment, seeing as she was being a little stubborn brat. Her anger and resolve only seemed to fuel Legion Master Zhax 's drive to toy with her. While it was no question that Isra could easily overpower the Legion, but they had tricks to not being crushed. Like Arya Shieldheart .
"Is dat so?"
He said mockingly, then turned to the whole group who'd entered.
"Be gone and take her stuff with you, I will talk to yeh about this later."
Without a word they left, including Arya's gear as it seemed her sword would get further away but never leave the camp grounds, only leaving Legion Master Zhax , the two shamans, two guards and Arya Shieldheart in the room.

"If your friends are comin' to kill us, then I'm afraid all they will be gettin out of it is your corpse, along with a few dozen others like you that we have here."
While slitting throats of hostages wasn't his favorite past time, he wouldn't hesitate should they be threatened, and the look on his face didn't seem to joke around. He began to circle around Arya Shieldheart and moved behind her.

"Now listen here my dearie Arya."
He grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back as he started to undo her braids.
"I'm in control in this place, and you are mine, no one will be able to take you away, at least alive. And if you don't wanna end up used and murdered on a roadside, then I suggest you do as I command."
Should she try and resist his actions, he could easily tug a little harder on her scalp to convince her to loosen up a bit.
"Now tell meh, what do ya do fer Isra and why were one of you city lovers all the way out in my territory meddling in my affairs?"
He softly spoke in her ear, as he continued to unthread her hair

Legion Master Zhax finished pulling apart her tangled hair and let it fall down, it was completely the opposite color of Ymir’s hair, but still appeared just as nice as hers. He continued to listen to her story as he began to circle back around to her front, pacing and inspecting her as she spoke. The fact she had served in an army as a mage, and then traveled, on foot as far as he could tell, led Legion Master Zhax to believe that while obviously his minions hadn’t snatched up some one of direct royalty or importance, she seemed to play a critical enough role as to where she may actually have some potential ransomers. Or perhaps she would benefit them more as a slave healer for the rest of her life? He wasn’t going to make a decision yet, but it was worth choosing sooner than later.

There was a pause as she finished her story, but then she brought up the status of her shoulder and how she wanted to heal it. Legion Master Zhax, now in front of her, considered her offer.
“Hmmm…”

He turned to look at her again, Arya Shieldheart’s shoulder did seem swollen and dislocated, even through her clothes. But he knew better, he easily suspected it as a quick way for her to try and make her escape. He shook his head. Not this time.
“I think not, I will have someone heal it, when I think you are deserving of being kept alive longer. What kind of connections or ‘friends’ do you have within Isra?”
He asked, not necessarily that he was trying to find a way in or to attack Isra, but more to see if anyone would care if she went missing. For possibly a long time.

Oh well, it was worth a try at least. Indeed, she didn't plan only simply healing her shoulder but her plan wasn't as daring as attempting to escape either. No, she only wanted to send a message through the magical bracelet she wore, to make sure that those able to help her knew she was in fact in danger. Perhaps she should tell Zhax about the bracelet? It would facilitate communication between the two parties easier, but Arya wasn't too sure it was the smartest idea yet. Besides, she couldn't think clearly with the constant throbbing in her shoulder as it continued to swell. 

"Friends? Uhm yeah, I have friends in Isra. There's the High Lady, Naoki, I would say she's my friend. I have some other friends too, but Naoki is the one that stays in Isra for the most part. Besides that I have Jun, she's my friend too but eh... she lives in the Land Tiller's State, also there's Lum'valia, she doesn't really live in any of the cities last I checked, she's a holy dragon..."

Those were the first three names that came up in her mind, the first being Naoki because that name would probably help her the most, and Jun and Lum'valia were like a sister and mother to her, respectively. 

"I can't think of anyone else right now... my shoulder is killing me," she said. A figure of speech, really. Her shoulder wasn't actually going to kill her on it's own.

Arya's eyes would follow Zhax as far as they could before he circled back around behind her. She didn't turn her head to look back at him but instead looked straight ahead once he walked out of view. His uncomfortable presence could be felt constantly behind her, and even if she couldn't see him, it was definitely more disturbing to have him standing behind her unseen that it was to have him in front of her.

Once Zhax said her shoulder would be healed soon, she let out a little shuddering breath of relief, only to have this cut short by him grabbing onto her hair again painfully. Arya let out a little yelp as it were, as she saw the dagger flash in the light as it came towards her. She was almost sure he was about to slit her throat right then and there. Immediately afterward she felt ashamed of this, however, due to having shown weakness.

Arya felt different then, as if a weight was lifted off of her head, and indeed, when she turned around she saw that Zhax now held long locks of her hair severed in his hand. Her red eyes would follow him as he walked around once again to her front.

“So you’re tellin’ meh, that you’re worth more to Isra, then to us? If not then jus’ say so, and if you lie, by the end of this you’ll be dead.”

Arya would only nod in reply to confirm she was in fact worth more to Isra than the bandits, not trusting her voice to be shaky or crack pathetically in the moment with the momentary rush of adrenaline that accompanied imminent death still present. 

"My name is Diddy and I feel real witty. My arms are attached and to remove them would be..." Diddy paused for a minute to think, "I've got nothing."

He then saw their weapons and his hands shot into the air, "Don't stab me brothers, I am lost and seeking others!"

Arya Shieldheart ’s signs of fear gave Legion Master Zhax some hope that she wasn’t confident in a rescue or a savior, or trying to escape herself. He saw her nod, then gave a final address before leaving the tent through the front door.
“Good. Now, I’m going to go find the friend who brought you here and do some... other things.”
He pointed the the one kobold shaman tending one of the magic lights.
“You, heal her shoulder, I do not care how you do it, but do not remove the ropes. Heal it without magic, anyway you see fit.”
He then turned to one of the indoor guards.
“And you, find her stuff to make residence, with me.”
Before anyone could respond, he left. Pushing aside the cloth with the one guard he instructed close behind.

The room now seemed a lot emptier with Legion Master Zhax gone. All that remained inside was Arya, one of the guards, and the two shamans. The one who was given orders went to a room behind Legion Master Zhax ’s throne (which Arya Shieldheart was unable to see) and let the other magic user to struggle with keeping both flames lit. Soon enough she returned, with what appeared to be a splint or two and a bundle of cloth in her arms. She then went over to Arya Shieldheart ’s busted shoulder, and began carefully setting the splints in place, then covering it by wrapping and tying the strips of cloth around it. The was a strange quietness for now, the cackling of the magical flame and the occasional running outside were the only sounds.

In the darkness, one bandit stepped forward within striking distance, armed with a club or mace.
"Don't worry, you'll find others real soon!"
With this he swung his wood club towards Diddy Fletcher (Ricky)'s head. If he let it connect, he'd face the darkness of unconsciousness.

After he was down and out, one of the four mumbled to themselves as they stared down at the collapsed man.
"...my arms are attached and to remove them would be ratchet...?"

Warden appears, walking his horse and already dismounted. He doesn't say anything, but looks on ahead at the camp.

The newly appearing cavalry would remove their essence of stealth, through the night they were spotted by the small watchtowers or a wandering band of patrols. A verbal and a horn alarm was spread through the camp, as the bandits slowly merged into their units within their walls. The Legion’s engineers began to assemble roughly a dozen scorpion turrets near the center of the camp grounds. From their position, they could bombard the horsemen while they were atop the hill. They lacked calvary of their own, but had plently of spearmen, archers, slingers, light and medium infantry. Wooden stakes around the gate and near the walls could deter their cavalry from riding directly up to their fortifications, and taking them by surprise. 360 degree patrols were still in effect, as to make sure no one would unexpectedly come from their flanks. The camp’s spare shamans and other magic users banded together, and channeled magic cooperatively. The troops would remain within their defensive structure and behind the gateway, forcing the cavalry to close the gap and sacrifice their speed in the close quarters camp. None of them attacked yet or were given orders to, as it did seem the people on the hill were some sort of raiders as well. If they came raiding for loot, there wasn’t much here, at least not yet. Hopefully they could explain themselves under some sort of “bandit’s code” before any fighting occurred. The camp was at full strength, after Nat'ia ’s group had returned from Aozora recently to bolster the encampment fighting effectiveness.

Arya Shieldheart might notice an increase of movement and yelling all of a sudden, but it was unclear to her what might have been cause for this much ruckus. Legion Master Zhax would hear the alarm, and was drawn away from what he was doing, he’d begin to take command of whomever he could find nearby. Nat'ia would also have a unit, and so would @vorkul , wherever he was.