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| − | <div></div><br> <br>Within the halls of the Solacious Manor, Mirana Solacious was holding a meeting. A temporary base of operations for the Hands of Dawn, a simple call was made. There have been some disterbing reportscoming from the Eastbank Forest. She listens to the reports from the beings about. "They were using some... strange creator things to do it, runes and lunar dust." She nods as she looks to the next, and the next. Assembled where also a handful of beings, Sweetwater Nationals with some good repore. She shakes her head, most of her concealed behind a desk, "Thank you for bringing this to us. I home my brother and cousin can get word of this. This is something that the Lightbringers should investigate into as well." The room itself is wide and open, chairs assembled here and there, a few desks, it seems to be a meeting hall, wood floors and light white painted walls. Looking over the papers, Mira gives a frown.<br> <br>Siyu is dressed in leathers and mail again. The rodent is dressed for an expedition and not in his usual silks and what not. He gives a nod to Mirana as he waits there. "Lunar dust? And creator artifacts? Good to investigate then, especially with everything else that's been going on." he looks over to the others.<br> <br>Hartford stands at attention, awaiting instructions. He does not know much about these Dawn Hand folks, but Mister Siyu had said that they could use some help. And if there was one thing the skunk-striped stag was good at, it was following orders. He wears the fine plate armor of a retainer in House Blackback, his enormous halberd peeking over his back.<br> <br>Calisiel is wearing her usual dress, mostly unarmed aside from her staff and magic. She waits for the others questions to be answered, leaning on her staff heavily, having not slept the previous night.<br> <br>Yysara heads to the Manor in a simple suit of armor, given to her free by the Freeswords upon her arrival from the Creator ship. She's shunned the helmet though, protecting the delicate flower nestled into her hair. The flower blushes, still not sure what's going on...or what this world was even about. All she knew was that she was foreign, and trying her best to fit in. "H-Hello..."<br> <br>Pyra walks in behind the flower. "If that armor's made right, your not gonna be able to hide in it there flowery." She comments while passing Yysara. "So, Lunar dust, more working Creator space junk, why are we not on site now?" The impatient lizard makes sure to stand out of the way of most lights. She peers at the rest of the room, a few wisps of black smoke curling off her tail as it passes close to a lamp.<br> <br>Mirana looks to Siyu first, "First Sargent, good to see you." Then next to the other freeswords arranged there. "Good to see you all, gentleman, ladies." Hearing Pyra's comment, she chuckles a bit, "Sweetie, all in good time. One step before we run." She arranges her papers again, "And thank you for coming here all of you, those not going out on this, unpleasent, trip you are dismissed." She says, not standing from the desk. "Everyone else, I've got some startling news. It seems that shadow presence out in the forest has increased greatly. Some of those beings coming in have informed me it seems to be due to the use of some creator artifacts in a far off section of the forest. Dears, I don't have to warn you about shadows I'd hope. I fear however, that is more behind this. There are not many groups I know of that have access to creator artifacts like this, nor as much lunar as seems to be being used." She says. "In any case, whomever is doing this, go out there and stop them. First Sargent, you are in charge of this, do the Hands of Dawn well out there, all of Freeswords, and for all of Sweetwater. We don't need another war with shadows, even less at a time like this." She says. Finally getting up, the gravid and 'blessed' vixen walks over to Siyu, passing to him a map. "Here are some critical areas to check, come back safe. I wish I could go with you." She says, then looks around to all, Gifted and Souled alike, "Good luck out there, there are carts that will be arriving any moment outside for you all.<br> <br>Siyu turns and nods to all of those who come in, "Hartford, good to see you, hope the guarding is going well..." he bows his head to Calisiel and...yysara? A flower? Interesting, and to Pyra too. The short rodent smiles, "Greetings, and thank you all for coming. If you do not know me I am Gang Xi Siyu, and I appreicate your help." he rests a had on his wide hip, and listens to the briefing. "Shadows are active again? I was hoping they'd have calmed down. You think prehaps the creator artifacts are making them feral again?" he inquires as he flicks his ears. "Either way still a threat." he blinks as he's put in charge "Ah all right..." he checks over the map and finally nods, "I see, thank you, we'll do well Lady Solacious." he glances to the others, "I suppose I should ask if anyone has any questions?"<br> <br>Hartford has not heard of any shadow incursions in ages! But it is not the place of a manor guard and part time Freesword to question nobility. The stag falls in behind Siyu. As soon as they leave the office behind he leans forward a bit, high over Siyu's head. "What sort of artifacts are we looking at, Mister Siyu?" he asks in his slow, deep tones.<br> <br>Calisiel shakes her head, having no questions. "No questions. Lead on then. You're in charge, apparently." She yawns, leans on her staff, glances at the others who will be accompanying her. Or, who she will be accompanying. Either way.<br> <br>Yysara falls in line. Surely there were enough men to keep her safe. She holds her medicine kit tucked under an arm and nods. "I'll just be the medic...medics can't be attacked, right? There are...conventions in place?" Her voice is so soft that it's close to a whisper.<br> <br>Pyra shrugs. "Shadows, cults, sounds like monday." She shakes her head, leaning against the wall. She stays near the group, ready to go. "Doesn't much matter what it is, they have stuff other people want."<br> <br>Going back to her seat, Mirana huffs slightly getting back into it. "I've not laid eyes on it, and the description of it was not so useful. If I had to guess, it is an altar, or chamber, or something of that nature." A far off ring sounds through the manor, "But those would be your carts. Feel free to discuss things along the way, and do be very careful." She says. "Cults, shadows, and such indeed, what a time to live in..." She says, eyes going a bit far in th distance, then looking to the door. A heavy sigh, "By Shialla..." She says. "If you aren't sure you can handle it, feel no shame in returning here." She says.<br> <br>Siyu nods his head ,"I'm not sure." he looks over the description, "Still it must mean that there's some interaction with Lunar dust we should be careful of. If any of you have lunar dust I'd leave it here. We don't want any accidental activations." he pulls out his own pouch to secure it in the manor. He glances at Yyas and he shakes his head, "There are no...conventions? No, Medics die same as everyone else. But do not owrry, there's enough of us here to help. The Hands specialize in medics and healing I'm one of them, I'll support you as best I can, if you're worried you can hang in the back," he smiles, trying to reassure. "I'll look over the maps and decide where to go first...everyone ready then?"<br> <br>Hartford nods and follows with no more questions. The two toned deer is ready to be pointed at a target!<br> <br>Calisiel yawns, a bit of flame escaping her beak. "Look, if you're afraid, stay near me. I'll burn anything that tries to hurt you." Standing up straight, she creates a small flame in her hand, then extinguishes it. "So, we ready to go then?"<br> <br>Yysara seems even more afraid of the fire than anything else. She just stayed towards the back of the group and nodded softly. | + | <div></div><br> <br>Within the halls of the Solacious Manor, Mirana Solacious was holding a meeting. A temporary base of operations for the Hands of Dawn, a simple call was made. There have been some disterbing reportscoming from the Eastbank Forest. She listens to the reports from the beings about. "They were using some... strange creator things to do it, runes and lunar dust." She nods as she looks to the next, and the next. Assembled where also a handful of beings, Sweetwater Nationals with some good repore. She shakes her head, most of her concealed behind a desk, "Thank you for bringing this to us. I home my brother and cousin can get word of this. This is something that the Lightbringers should investigate into as well." The room itself is wide and open, chairs assembled here and there, a few desks, it seems to be a meeting hall, wood floors and light white painted walls. Looking over the papers, Mira gives a frown.<br> <br>Siyu is dressed in leathers and mail again. The rodent is dressed for an expedition and not in his usual silks and what not. He gives a nod to Mirana as he waits there. "Lunar dust? And creator artifacts? Good to investigate then, especially with everything else that's been going on." he looks over to the others.<br> <br>Hartford stands at attention, awaiting instructions. He does not know much about these Dawn Hand folks, but Mister Siyu had said that they could use some help. And if there was one thing the skunk-striped stag was good at, it was following orders. He wears the fine plate armor of a retainer in House Blackback, his enormous halberd peeking over his back.<br> <br>Calisiel is wearing her usual dress, mostly unarmed aside from her staff and magic. She waits for the others questions to be answered, leaning on her staff heavily, having not slept the previous night.<br> <br>Yysara heads to the Manor in a simple suit of armor, given to her free by the Freeswords upon her arrival from the Creator ship. She's shunned the helmet though, protecting the delicate flower nestled into her hair. The flower blushes, still not sure what's going on...or what this world was even about. All she knew was that she was foreign, and trying her best to fit in. "H-Hello..."<br> <br>Pyra walks in behind the flower. "If that armor's made right, your not gonna be able to hide in it there flowery." She comments while passing Yysara. "So, Lunar dust, more working Creator space junk, why are we not on site now?" The impatient lizard makes sure to stand out of the way of most lights. She peers at the rest of the room, a few wisps of black smoke curling off her tail as it passes close to a lamp.<br> <br>Mirana looks to Siyu first, "First Sargent, good to see you." Then next to the other freeswords arranged there. "Good to see you all, gentleman, ladies." Hearing Pyra's comment, she chuckles a bit, "Sweetie, all in good time. One step before we run." She arranges her papers again, "And thank you for coming here all of you, those not going out on this, unpleasent, trip you are dismissed." She says, not standing from the desk. "Everyone else, I've got some startling news. It seems that shadow presence out in the forest has increased greatly. Some of those beings coming in have informed me it seems to be due to the use of some creator artifacts in a far off section of the forest. Dears, I don't have to warn you about shadows I'd hope. I fear however, that is more behind this. There are not many groups I know of that have access to creator artifacts like this, nor as much lunar as seems to be being used." She says. "In any case, whomever is doing this, go out there and stop them. First Sargent, you are in charge of this, do the Hands of Dawn well out there, all of Freeswords, and for all of Sweetwater. We don't need another war with shadows, even less at a time like this." She says. Finally getting up, the gravid and 'blessed' vixen walks over to Siyu, passing to him a map. "Here are some critical areas to check, come back safe. I wish I could go with you." She says, then looks around to all, Gifted and Souled alike, "Good luck out there, there are carts that will be arriving any moment outside for you all.<br> <br>Siyu turns and nods to all of those who come in, "Hartford, good to see you, hope the guarding is going well..." he bows his head to Calisiel and...yysara? A flower? Interesting, and to Pyra too. The short rodent smiles, "Greetings, and thank you all for coming. If you do not know me I am Gang Xi Siyu, and I appreicate your help." he rests a had on his wide hip, and listens to the briefing. "Shadows are active again? I was hoping they'd have calmed down. You think prehaps the creator artifacts are making them feral again?" he inquires as he flicks his ears. "Either way still a threat." he blinks as he's put in charge "Ah all right..." he checks over the map and finally nods, "I see, thank you, we'll do well Lady Solacious." he glances to the others, "I suppose I should ask if anyone has any questions?"<br> <br>Hartford has not heard of any shadow incursions in ages! But it is not the place of a manor guard and part time Freesword to question nobility. The stag falls in behind Siyu. As soon as they leave the office behind he leans forward a bit, high over Siyu's head. "What sort of artifacts are we looking at, Mister Siyu?" he asks in his slow, deep tones.<br> <br>Calisiel shakes her head, having no questions. "No questions. Lead on then. You're in charge, apparently." She yawns, leans on her staff, glances at the others who will be accompanying her. Or, who she will be accompanying. Either way.<br> <br>Yysara falls in line. Surely there were enough men to keep her safe. She holds her medicine kit tucked under an arm and nods. "I'll just be the medic...medics can't be attacked, right? There are...conventions in place?" Her voice is so soft that it's close to a whisper.<br> <br>Pyra shrugs. "Shadows, cults, sounds like monday." She shakes her head, leaning against the wall. She stays near the group, ready to go. "Doesn't much matter what it is, they have stuff other people want."<br> <br>Going back to her seat, Mirana huffs slightly getting back into it. "I've not laid eyes on it, and the description of it was not so useful. If I had to guess, it is an altar, or chamber, or something of that nature." A far off ring sounds through the manor, "But those would be your carts. Feel free to discuss things along the way, and do be very careful." She says. "Cults, shadows, and such indeed, what a time to live in..." She says, eyes going a bit far in th distance, then looking to the door. A heavy sigh, "By Shialla..." She says. "If you aren't sure you can handle it, feel no shame in returning here." She says.<br> <br>Siyu nods his head ,"I'm not sure." he looks over the description, "Still it must mean that there's some interaction with Lunar dust we should be careful of. If any of you have lunar dust I'd leave it here. We don't want any accidental activations." he pulls out his own pouch to secure it in the manor. He glances at Yyas and he shakes his head, "There are no...conventions? No, Medics die same as everyone else. But do not owrry, there's enough of us here to help. The Hands specialize in medics and healing I'm one of them, I'll support you as best I can, if you're worried you can hang in the back," he smiles, trying to reassure. "I'll look over the maps and decide where to go first...everyone ready then?"<br> <br>Hartford nods and follows with no more questions. The two toned deer is ready to be pointed at a target!<br> <br>Calisiel yawns, a bit of flame escaping her beak. "Look, if you're afraid, stay near me. I'll burn anything that tries to hurt you." Standing up straight, she creates a small flame in her hand, then extinguishes it. "So, we ready to go then?"<br> <br>Yysara seems even more afraid of the fire than anything else. She just stayed towards the back of the group and nodded softly.<br> <br>Pyra pushes herself off the wall, walking to the front, or near front of the group. "Yes, let's move. Cultists don't usually off themselves... Though, I have to admit, some of them have been creative about it when they have."<br> <br>The ringing continues to sound out, "Such impatience. But the Skink is right, the sooner you are all out there, the sooner you can all figure out what is going on and hopefully stop it." She says, more and more ringing, "However I do agree with Siyu about caution. There is little telling what could be going on out there other than it will not be friendly.<br> <br>Siyu nods his head and he bows to Mirana and leads the group out. To head to the wagons and start the mission. He does lay out the map and examine it. Seeing what locations there are to go and what intel there is on thenm...<br> <br>Hartford sits quietly in the cart, composing himself for combat. He has never found himself under the command of someone as small and soft as Mister Siyu. "Are you sure we are ready for this, sir?" he asks nervously, eyeing his fellow volunteers.<br> <br>Calisiel takes a seat in the wagon next to Hartford. "I'm sure we'll be fine." She crosses her legs, leans back and smiles at the other volunteers. Proceeds to once again ignite and extinguish flames in her hand.<br> <br>Yysara politely takes a seat in the wagon. Deciding to stay next to Hartford on the trip, considering how gentle he seemed. And how nervous he looked as well.<br> <br>Pyra sits herself in the cart with the others, she sits eyes forward towards where they were off to, not really saying another word. A hand on her sword an one pulling her dagger from her pocket.<br> <br>Siyu lays out the map, "All right, the areas of note, we have our intersection here...the one north, north west and northeast. Prehaps it's best to go to the intersection first and set up a base we can fall back to and then investigate each region together?" he asks the group, giving a glance to Hartford, "Ready as we shall ever be. We are Freeswords after all yes?" he asks with a smile. "Any other questions or comments?"<br> <br>With everyone assembled and ready, the wagons get moving out. It is a bit of a bumpy ride, taking them toward the entrance of the East Forest. It would be some time before they all get there, leaving plenty of time to discuss among themselves. Rain comes down upon the coverings of the wagons, lightning flashing and the clash of thunder here and there.<br> <br>Hartford frowns at the map, ready to defer to orders. "I don't think we will get a second chance to get the drop on these shady folks," he says, "Maybe slow and methodical isn't the best way, sir."<br> <br>Calisiel jumps at the lightning, slides closer to Hartford. "Sorry, don't like lightning." She smiles at the group again, ceases to create flame. "I agree with the deer. Who needs slow planning when we can just torch the area?" Cal has an... affinity for fire it seems.<br> <br>"You're just....you're just going to kill people like that? A-And we're in a forest...how much of it do you want to burn down?" Yysara voices her concerns.<br> <br>Pyra says "I can think of a few reasons, mostly blowing our cover and killing ourselves along with them spring to mind first." She flips her dagger over in her hand. "Yep. People are dumb enough to do really 'bad' things and get caught. We're doing them a favor really. Its that or spend the rest of their days locked up in the crown's dungeon." She says to the flower. "Not like their doing anyone a favor alive."<br> <br>Wheels squeek, and the beings inside are bounced, but it isn't too long before a tiger can be heard shouting back, "We will be there within minutes my lords and ladies. We will not take you in, not with things like they are now. But if you can get to us and need a quick escape, we will be waiting a click and a half outside." Comes the low male voice to those within. Before much longer after that, the wheels squeek to a halt... The forest in the distance, the presence of... things within it is almost tangable even that far away...<br> <br>Siyu blinks a bit, "It's EASTBANK FOREST, It's the property of the king, the source of our wood supplies, home to any number of species I...no we're NOT just torching it..." he shakesh is head, "But everyone supports a lightning strike? The question is. A lightning strike on which location?" He stares at the others, "We're entirely better then cultists...we give justice. Whoever falls, falls, but those that surrrender will be taken and given over to face trial..." he says firmly. He looks up and nods to the wagon man, "Thank you..." he hops out. "So we wish a quick strike...a quick strike where my fellows?"<br> <br>Hartford shakes his head as he steps from the wagon. "Don't know Mister Siyu," he says, "I'm just a guard, but I will follow your lead, sir." The big deer quickly checks over his gear, and finding everything in order, waits for instructions.<br> <br>Calisiel shrugs. "Alright, I'll contain myself." Stepping from the wagon, staying close to the guard deer. Her staff taps against the wet ground lightly. "Look, just point me at what you want dead. And I'll do my best to make it so." A small flame left her beak at the word 'dead'. The crow adds: "I can fly, if it helps. Can scout, maybe?"<br> <br>"On, torching it is perfectly fine. I was really just curious about how large of an area you wanted to torch was all. Cause it's a forest and all, everything might just burn." Yysara doesn't seem very impressed by Siyu's reasoning, grumbling softly. "How is that different from being a cultist, exactly? They don't mind killing us unless we surrender..."<br> <br>Pyra nods "That's why we kill them first." She hops out of the back of the cart, shuddering. Never did like the rain. "Well, where do we think they are?" She asks the rodent, dagger in hand.<br> <br>With everyone loaded out, the forest still lays in wait for the plan to be made. The rain slowly draws to an end, clouds overhead obscuring the moon and its shattered brother. Meanwhile, that... feeling continues to pulse out from the forest, as if it was alive with some strangeness...<br> <br>Siyu nods his head, "A good thought, not many thing to look up. The canopy is pretty thick, but if you can see things through the break in the trees, prehaps you can scout and alert us where to strike. As I said, we have these three sites here on the map" he hmms, "Do you have good night vision?" he inquires<br> <br>Hartford shakes his head again. "Which is closest to us, Mister Siyu?" he asks, "There has to be something there from what the scouts saw. I think they will know we are here by now." The stag looks out into the darkness and unhooks the halberd from his back. Best to be ready.<br> <br>Calisiel thinks for a moment. Then, nods. "Good enough, I suppose. And when the lightening flashes, can see everything for a moment." At the deers words, Calisiel smiles. "Well, if they start shooting at me, then we'll know for sure." The crow extends her wings, asks: "So, where should I head first?"<br> <br>The Kadupul shakes her head lightly at the plan, but gives the party her blessing. Resting her hands on Calisiel for a moment to give her what support she could. "Good luck."<br> <br>Pyra quickly vanishes into the underbrush, black scales and blue coat giving her a little cover in the darkness. She keeps quiet and out of sight to survey the perimeter, if they DID know they were here, she'll catch the patrols. Hopefully.<br> <br>Siyu shakes his head at Hartford, "Nothing really in te report to let us know what might be happening. I think scouting would be a reasonable thing. Not charge in blindly..." he looks ot the others. "I'd start with the west and swing west across the north and the east site and then back to us to gve a full report." |
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Within the halls of the Solacious Manor, Mirana Solacious was holding a meeting. A temporary base of operations for the Hands of Dawn, a simple call was made. There have been some disterbing reportscoming from the Eastbank Forest. She listens to the reports from the beings about. "They were using some... strange creator things to do it, runes and lunar dust." She nods as she looks to the next, and the next. Assembled where also a handful of beings, Sweetwater Nationals with some good repore. She shakes her head, most of her concealed behind a desk, "Thank you for bringing this to us. I home my brother and cousin can get word of this. This is something that the Lightbringers should investigate into as well." The room itself is wide and open, chairs assembled here and there, a few desks, it seems to be a meeting hall, wood floors and light white painted walls. Looking over the papers, Mira gives a frown.
Siyu is dressed in leathers and mail again. The rodent is dressed for an expedition and not in his usual silks and what not. He gives a nod to Mirana as he waits there. "Lunar dust? And creator artifacts? Good to investigate then, especially with everything else that's been going on." he looks over to the others.
Hartford stands at attention, awaiting instructions. He does not know much about these Dawn Hand folks, but Mister Siyu had said that they could use some help. And if there was one thing the skunk-striped stag was good at, it was following orders. He wears the fine plate armor of a retainer in House Blackback, his enormous halberd peeking over his back.
Calisiel is wearing her usual dress, mostly unarmed aside from her staff and magic. She waits for the others questions to be answered, leaning on her staff heavily, having not slept the previous night.
Yysara heads to the Manor in a simple suit of armor, given to her free by the Freeswords upon her arrival from the Creator ship. She's shunned the helmet though, protecting the delicate flower nestled into her hair. The flower blushes, still not sure what's going on...or what this world was even about. All she knew was that she was foreign, and trying her best to fit in. "H-Hello..."
Pyra walks in behind the flower. "If that armor's made right, your not gonna be able to hide in it there flowery." She comments while passing Yysara. "So, Lunar dust, more working Creator space junk, why are we not on site now?" The impatient lizard makes sure to stand out of the way of most lights. She peers at the rest of the room, a few wisps of black smoke curling off her tail as it passes close to a lamp.
Mirana looks to Siyu first, "First Sargent, good to see you." Then next to the other freeswords arranged there. "Good to see you all, gentleman, ladies." Hearing Pyra's comment, she chuckles a bit, "Sweetie, all in good time. One step before we run." She arranges her papers again, "And thank you for coming here all of you, those not going out on this, unpleasent, trip you are dismissed." She says, not standing from the desk. "Everyone else, I've got some startling news. It seems that shadow presence out in the forest has increased greatly. Some of those beings coming in have informed me it seems to be due to the use of some creator artifacts in a far off section of the forest. Dears, I don't have to warn you about shadows I'd hope. I fear however, that is more behind this. There are not many groups I know of that have access to creator artifacts like this, nor as much lunar as seems to be being used." She says. "In any case, whomever is doing this, go out there and stop them. First Sargent, you are in charge of this, do the Hands of Dawn well out there, all of Freeswords, and for all of Sweetwater. We don't need another war with shadows, even less at a time like this." She says. Finally getting up, the gravid and 'blessed' vixen walks over to Siyu, passing to him a map. "Here are some critical areas to check, come back safe. I wish I could go with you." She says, then looks around to all, Gifted and Souled alike, "Good luck out there, there are carts that will be arriving any moment outside for you all.
Siyu turns and nods to all of those who come in, "Hartford, good to see you, hope the guarding is going well..." he bows his head to Calisiel and...yysara? A flower? Interesting, and to Pyra too. The short rodent smiles, "Greetings, and thank you all for coming. If you do not know me I am Gang Xi Siyu, and I appreicate your help." he rests a had on his wide hip, and listens to the briefing. "Shadows are active again? I was hoping they'd have calmed down. You think prehaps the creator artifacts are making them feral again?" he inquires as he flicks his ears. "Either way still a threat." he blinks as he's put in charge "Ah all right..." he checks over the map and finally nods, "I see, thank you, we'll do well Lady Solacious." he glances to the others, "I suppose I should ask if anyone has any questions?"
Hartford has not heard of any shadow incursions in ages! But it is not the place of a manor guard and part time Freesword to question nobility. The stag falls in behind Siyu. As soon as they leave the office behind he leans forward a bit, high over Siyu's head. "What sort of artifacts are we looking at, Mister Siyu?" he asks in his slow, deep tones.
Calisiel shakes her head, having no questions. "No questions. Lead on then. You're in charge, apparently." She yawns, leans on her staff, glances at the others who will be accompanying her. Or, who she will be accompanying. Either way.
Yysara falls in line. Surely there were enough men to keep her safe. She holds her medicine kit tucked under an arm and nods. "I'll just be the medic...medics can't be attacked, right? There are...conventions in place?" Her voice is so soft that it's close to a whisper.
Pyra shrugs. "Shadows, cults, sounds like monday." She shakes her head, leaning against the wall. She stays near the group, ready to go. "Doesn't much matter what it is, they have stuff other people want."
Going back to her seat, Mirana huffs slightly getting back into it. "I've not laid eyes on it, and the description of it was not so useful. If I had to guess, it is an altar, or chamber, or something of that nature." A far off ring sounds through the manor, "But those would be your carts. Feel free to discuss things along the way, and do be very careful." She says. "Cults, shadows, and such indeed, what a time to live in..." She says, eyes going a bit far in th distance, then looking to the door. A heavy sigh, "By Shialla..." She says. "If you aren't sure you can handle it, feel no shame in returning here." She says.
Siyu nods his head ,"I'm not sure." he looks over the description, "Still it must mean that there's some interaction with Lunar dust we should be careful of. If any of you have lunar dust I'd leave it here. We don't want any accidental activations." he pulls out his own pouch to secure it in the manor. He glances at Yyas and he shakes his head, "There are no...conventions? No, Medics die same as everyone else. But do not owrry, there's enough of us here to help. The Hands specialize in medics and healing I'm one of them, I'll support you as best I can, if you're worried you can hang in the back," he smiles, trying to reassure. "I'll look over the maps and decide where to go first...everyone ready then?"
Hartford nods and follows with no more questions. The two toned deer is ready to be pointed at a target!
Calisiel yawns, a bit of flame escaping her beak. "Look, if you're afraid, stay near me. I'll burn anything that tries to hurt you." Standing up straight, she creates a small flame in her hand, then extinguishes it. "So, we ready to go then?"
Yysara seems even more afraid of the fire than anything else. She just stayed towards the back of the group and nodded softly.
Pyra pushes herself off the wall, walking to the front, or near front of the group. "Yes, let's move. Cultists don't usually off themselves... Though, I have to admit, some of them have been creative about it when they have."
The ringing continues to sound out, "Such impatience. But the Skink is right, the sooner you are all out there, the sooner you can all figure out what is going on and hopefully stop it." She says, more and more ringing, "However I do agree with Siyu about caution. There is little telling what could be going on out there other than it will not be friendly.
Siyu nods his head and he bows to Mirana and leads the group out. To head to the wagons and start the mission. He does lay out the map and examine it. Seeing what locations there are to go and what intel there is on thenm...
Hartford sits quietly in the cart, composing himself for combat. He has never found himself under the command of someone as small and soft as Mister Siyu. "Are you sure we are ready for this, sir?" he asks nervously, eyeing his fellow volunteers.
Calisiel takes a seat in the wagon next to Hartford. "I'm sure we'll be fine." She crosses her legs, leans back and smiles at the other volunteers. Proceeds to once again ignite and extinguish flames in her hand.
Yysara politely takes a seat in the wagon. Deciding to stay next to Hartford on the trip, considering how gentle he seemed. And how nervous he looked as well.
Pyra sits herself in the cart with the others, she sits eyes forward towards where they were off to, not really saying another word. A hand on her sword an one pulling her dagger from her pocket.
Siyu lays out the map, "All right, the areas of note, we have our intersection here...the one north, north west and northeast. Prehaps it's best to go to the intersection first and set up a base we can fall back to and then investigate each region together?" he asks the group, giving a glance to Hartford, "Ready as we shall ever be. We are Freeswords after all yes?" he asks with a smile. "Any other questions or comments?"
With everyone assembled and ready, the wagons get moving out. It is a bit of a bumpy ride, taking them toward the entrance of the East Forest. It would be some time before they all get there, leaving plenty of time to discuss among themselves. Rain comes down upon the coverings of the wagons, lightning flashing and the clash of thunder here and there.
Hartford frowns at the map, ready to defer to orders. "I don't think we will get a second chance to get the drop on these shady folks," he says, "Maybe slow and methodical isn't the best way, sir."
Calisiel jumps at the lightning, slides closer to Hartford. "Sorry, don't like lightning." She smiles at the group again, ceases to create flame. "I agree with the deer. Who needs slow planning when we can just torch the area?" Cal has an... affinity for fire it seems.
"You're just....you're just going to kill people like that? A-And we're in a forest...how much of it do you want to burn down?" Yysara voices her concerns.
Pyra says "I can think of a few reasons, mostly blowing our cover and killing ourselves along with them spring to mind first." She flips her dagger over in her hand. "Yep. People are dumb enough to do really 'bad' things and get caught. We're doing them a favor really. Its that or spend the rest of their days locked up in the crown's dungeon." She says to the flower. "Not like their doing anyone a favor alive."
Wheels squeek, and the beings inside are bounced, but it isn't too long before a tiger can be heard shouting back, "We will be there within minutes my lords and ladies. We will not take you in, not with things like they are now. But if you can get to us and need a quick escape, we will be waiting a click and a half outside." Comes the low male voice to those within. Before much longer after that, the wheels squeek to a halt... The forest in the distance, the presence of... things within it is almost tangable even that far away...
Siyu blinks a bit, "It's EASTBANK FOREST, It's the property of the king, the source of our wood supplies, home to any number of species I...no we're NOT just torching it..." he shakesh is head, "But everyone supports a lightning strike? The question is. A lightning strike on which location?" He stares at the others, "We're entirely better then cultists...we give justice. Whoever falls, falls, but those that surrrender will be taken and given over to face trial..." he says firmly. He looks up and nods to the wagon man, "Thank you..." he hops out. "So we wish a quick strike...a quick strike where my fellows?"
Hartford shakes his head as he steps from the wagon. "Don't know Mister Siyu," he says, "I'm just a guard, but I will follow your lead, sir." The big deer quickly checks over his gear, and finding everything in order, waits for instructions.
Calisiel shrugs. "Alright, I'll contain myself." Stepping from the wagon, staying close to the guard deer. Her staff taps against the wet ground lightly. "Look, just point me at what you want dead. And I'll do my best to make it so." A small flame left her beak at the word 'dead'. The crow adds: "I can fly, if it helps. Can scout, maybe?"
"On, torching it is perfectly fine. I was really just curious about how large of an area you wanted to torch was all. Cause it's a forest and all, everything might just burn." Yysara doesn't seem very impressed by Siyu's reasoning, grumbling softly. "How is that different from being a cultist, exactly? They don't mind killing us unless we surrender..."
Pyra nods "That's why we kill them first." She hops out of the back of the cart, shuddering. Never did like the rain. "Well, where do we think they are?" She asks the rodent, dagger in hand.
With everyone loaded out, the forest still lays in wait for the plan to be made. The rain slowly draws to an end, clouds overhead obscuring the moon and its shattered brother. Meanwhile, that... feeling continues to pulse out from the forest, as if it was alive with some strangeness...
Siyu nods his head, "A good thought, not many thing to look up. The canopy is pretty thick, but if you can see things through the break in the trees, prehaps you can scout and alert us where to strike. As I said, we have these three sites here on the map" he hmms, "Do you have good night vision?" he inquires
Hartford shakes his head again. "Which is closest to us, Mister Siyu?" he asks, "There has to be something there from what the scouts saw. I think they will know we are here by now." The stag looks out into the darkness and unhooks the halberd from his back. Best to be ready.
Calisiel thinks for a moment. Then, nods. "Good enough, I suppose. And when the lightening flashes, can see everything for a moment." At the deers words, Calisiel smiles. "Well, if they start shooting at me, then we'll know for sure." The crow extends her wings, asks: "So, where should I head first?"
The Kadupul shakes her head lightly at the plan, but gives the party her blessing. Resting her hands on Calisiel for a moment to give her what support she could. "Good luck."
Pyra quickly vanishes into the underbrush, black scales and blue coat giving her a little cover in the darkness. She keeps quiet and out of sight to survey the perimeter, if they DID know they were here, she'll catch the patrols. Hopefully.
Siyu shakes his head at Hartford, "Nothing really in te report to let us know what might be happening. I think scouting would be a reasonable thing. Not charge in blindly..." he looks ot the others. "I'd start with the west and swing west across the north and the east site and then back to us to gve a full report."
