Cryptic

"You're awfully calm for someone about to die." Marian was in the back of a wagon with another prisoner, both of their hands were bound. There was a small troop of soldiers walking behind the wagon, overall a group of 8.

"I'm no spy and I'm sure once I speak to the magistrate or local law they'll let me go." Marian was confident despite the law failing her in Ronerawth that it would be better in the Red Hand lands (which to me speaks to how much Marian had no idea about the Red Hand, not very surprising for someone raised in Ronerawth post the Divide going up).

"Sure you just keep thinking that all the way to them burning you alive for being a spy." The man across from her was smaller than her in every way, height, weight, muscle tone, he was her opposite. He was also pale skinned to her light brown, Marian also made a point to mention to me repeatedly about his mustache, it was thin and showed him to be untrustworthy (I didn't delve into this facial hair trust worthy scale she seemed to be working on, but I'm sure there was a story here I wasn't getting).

"Why would they even think I'm a spy, do they often get spies in house rags crossing the border?"

"Because I told them you were my contact." Obviously in this case Marian's facial hair trustworthyness scale was absolutely correct.

"You sniveling lying bastard, when I get out of this I'm going to kill you."

"Well at least we'll be out of it first." The man with the liars stache had a smug look on his face. Marian was fuming, but he did have a point, for her to kill him she'd have to get out of their current predicament. Marian weighed the options, her binding was tight, but not impossible to break, there was just the little problem of the two wagon drivers and the six soldiers following behind. Much like killing the liar though, these were problems after the first one was solved. Marian moved to the front of the wagon, the guard next to the driver turned to tell her to get back and got his neck broken for his trouble.  The driver turned to see Marian snatch up the other guards sword and then he saw nothing else as she decapitated him. Behind her she could hear the other soldiers alarmed by what had happened to their comrades.  She snagged the reins from the dead driver and urged the horses to go faster, unfortunately she hadn't seen the road ahead curved to the right and the horses drove right off a ridge.

"Are you trying to get me killed?"  Liar Stache asked behind her as the cart picked up speed on the horses, who broke their harnesses and left the cart to its fate. 

"Yes," Marian tried to reach out for the break, but wasn't fast enough, the cart itself collided with some stone and with a crunch Marian and Liar stache were thrown forward on to some thankfully soft grass. Marian got to her feet, dazed and her vision blurred by a wound on her head that was dripping into her eyes.  She could hear the soldiers up above, thankfully the Red Hand scorned bullet weapons so they were having to make do with bows and apparently they hadn't been to the range in a bit. Still Marian realized even the worst archer could get lucky.  She started moving towards what looked like a ruin of some kind and Liar stache who had unfortunately survived grabbed her arm.

"Don't go in there, its a crypt!"

"What are you worried about some kind of ritual magic? You Red Handers so scared of the dark, no wonder those savages messed you up."

"Its only got one way out most likely the entrance we'll be going in, they can just rush us!"

"In a tight closed space they lose their numbers advantage, what kind of solider are you?" Marian rushed forward, an arrow winged near her ear as if to prove her point about lucky archers. Liar stache rand after her despite his misgiving about the crypt and they made their way inside.  The cave was just the initial entrance, past that there was a stone door that lead further in, feeling that was the better way to funnel the enemy Marian pushed hard on the door and it slid gradually open, the smell wasn't overwhelmingly unpleasant, but it definately spoke to dust and corspes slowly turning to dust in the dark.  Light was provided by some strange stones adorning the walls in intervals, Marian figured they were a simple spell probably so that a grieving relative didn't join the dead too soon in lieu of having a torch.  The walls were fairly narrow and lined with bodies in different stages of decay. Small gifts of coin and words were laid next to specific ones though none of these again seemed recent.

"Well great you've trapped us, I guess when we die we are in a convient place." Marian didn't comment on Liar Stache, she cut her bindings and made ready for the soldiers standing a bit back from the door, the sword in her right hand held in front of her, left hand slightly behind it to disarm another weapon. No one game, she heard people outside the door, but the door wasn't opening. Apparently along with archery, bravery was not as kill the Red Hand instilled in their army.  Marian shrugged at Liar Stache, then the crypt rattled with an explosion.  Marian tried the door but wasn't surprised to find it no longer opened.

"Ok, now we're trapped."