Bullies

Post 15

Ned decided to leave the Foijen one bright morning and adventured toward the edge of Ragged Wood, close to the village. He heard noises and dropped to one knee. Boys were shouting. The commotion came from a meadow so Ned moved in silence to the tree line and watched. He was invisible to the outside world. Four boys were arguing and it was all kicking off. By the look of it, three boys were picking on one. Ned listened. Continue reading

Hidden

Jorrin was irritable and shouted at Ned. The boy grabbed his gear, patted Skar on the head and darted out of the cabin. He had made his own secret entry and exit point to the bordering thicket and ran for it. Lifting a trapdoor made from branches and layered with moss, he slipped into a scraped-out passageway and crawled under the bushes. Ned was flat on his stomach and got traction using his elbows and knees as there was not much room down there. On the other side was another small trapdoor. He lifted it and exited to the thicket beyond. Continue reading

Warriors

Ned was left to his own devices and learned about camouflage. He tied heather, fern and twigs to his clothing, and made a piece of cloth bound with foliage to wrap around his head. When he went to ground, it was almost impossible to see him. The boy had basic weaponry too. A catapult had been fashioned out of a Y-shaped stick and some stretchy string. With practice, his accuracy became quite good with a supply of pebbles carried in a pouch. Continue reading

Malaxia

As time went on, many attacks were thwarted by Jorrin and the cut-throats were angry their easy money had almost dried up. Some attacks were successful, but only when that man never showed up to halt the proceedings. The sporadic bands of lawless freebooters got together and decided the hooded figure must have something to do with the Snook, which was on the frontier of the King’s land. A sworn enemy of the Kingdom was the fortress town of Malaxia, which clung to high ground surrounded by swamps in lands afar. Behind its stone walls was an army training for war. Malaxia’s Empire of conquered territories spread all the way to a vast forest. On the other side lay the borders of the Realm. Continue reading

Folklore

Jorrin prowled the woods and saved people time and again. He was an expert sword fighter, too quick for any of the lumbering outlaws. Each time he prevented a robbery, Jorrin ensured his face remained obscured under the hood. And he never asked for anything in return, always ensuring the merchants or travellers safely continued their journeys. Continue reading

Hooded Man

Jorrin was staking out the main path through the forest leading to the Snook. He had heard a consignment of goods was due to be delivered. In the afternoon, he saw six men leading horses over the track. They were fully loaded with goods and moved with a lot of noise. Given how dangerous the woods were at the moment, they should have been more careful. Jorrin shook his head. Some movement caught his eye further up a bank of trees. He focussed on the woodland overlooking the path. Men were up there, he could sense it. They moved furtively toward the merchants. Continue reading

Dangerous Times

Merchants travelled through the Foijen carrying valuable wares and many of the villagers were rich. This attracted marauders to the land. They were unscrupulous men who prowled around looking to kill and steal. There were often gangs of up to a dozen men lying in wait for unsuspecting victims and robberies became more frequent. Continue reading

Bandits And Beasts

Ned had a small, white dog called Skar, whose coat was as soft as cotton. She liked to growl and play, but learned not to bark. It was important to know when to be quiet in the Foijen as enemies lurked in the shadows. Gangs of bandits frequenting the woodland, always looking for opportunities to attack and steal. And the wolves out there hunted in packs. Ned often heard the howling somewhere deep in the night shadows. Continue reading

Family In The Holt

Gira busied herself organising the home, while Jorrin sometimes spent days away. Their three sons were all very different. The eldest, Merek, was fifteen years old and spent time inventing gadgets to help their life of sustainability. The middle son, Ned, was aged thirteen but looked younger. He adventured in the forest daily and knew every corner of Ragged Wood. The youngest son was Fauder and only a toddler, but he was showing early signs of being creative. Continue reading

Forest Life

Jorrin and Gira set up home in a far corner of Ragged Wood known locally as the Foijen, which was the most lawless part of the forest and considered by the Snook villagers to be out of bounds. If anyone entered, there was a real danger they would not return. It was rumoured beasts and bandits lurked in the depths of those woods. On still nights, howling wolves could be heard across the darkened land. And merchants came to the Snook with tales of marauding gangs prowling the Foijen. Continue reading