Latest revision as of 03:08, 19 August 2014

Participants

• Cythim
• Mirana
• Siyu

Date

18/8/477

Log

At being asked, the barkeep looks up at Cythim, "Who? Oh, the little business rat. Yeah, he was freaking out, something about Kitsunes and how to find them out. Didn't catch a lot, wasn't my night on." Says the bulldog as he shines a glass, "Right loony one if you ask me."

"Heh... Thanks for the informations.", as she leave a few pieces on the bar. Then she walk back to Mirana. "Okay, so from what i heard, Siyu may not actually in a good situation. He may have problem with kitsunes, but that's all i could have.". She look at Mirana. "We should go and check by ourselves.".

With a nod the barkeep gets back to taking orders and cleaning up, getting ready for the late night crowd now that the dinner crowd is dying down. Mira just listens carefully, growing quite worried by the time it is done. "Alright, I need to go back home to change and pick up a few things... I'd... much rather find someone who could go out there and look for us, but... he's been gone for a while already, so I don't want to eat up too much more time. Meet me outside Solacious Manor in... two hours please, bring anyone you can find to help out." She says, getting up and waddling her way out of the inn.

"Yes Mirana. At once." Cythim follow Mirana's order as she ask around, trying to convince peoples to help her and ask around for more informations if possible as she move around the tavern and ask for a plan of the surroundings.

Light rain falling upon the ground, Mirana waits just outside the castle district. Fortunately it is late and wet enough that most are inside. She has a very very bright blush to her, having squeezed as much of her into her work leathers as she could. She never thought that she'd have to use them while pregnant, so she never got them adjusted or resized unlike her dresses! Her belly, already big as she was getting close, looked even bigger jutting out from the near skin tight working clothes, designed more for keeping one safe from the fires of a forge or a nick from a blade than the dangers of being a lifebonded. She keeps pulling the sides of it together self contously, as if she could some how magically make it bigger and hide her better.

Since it was raining, Cythim had her hood back on her head. As Mirana asked, Cythim went to the Manor after two hours. "Aside from what i could have gotten from the barman, no one wanted or knew any whereabouts of Siyu and i had no luck finding any helpful souls for our travel. So unless you know someone, we are on our own...".

Mirana shakes her head softly, patting on her belly softly, "Alright then, other than maybe Ruby, I don't know of any. That depends on if she can find someone to watch both mine and her little ones." She says, blush growing as she talks, ears feeling like they are burning by this point! Soaked from the rain doesn't help her conceal things any better. "If you don't mind waiting a bit more, I'll check on her one more time and we can head over toward the Forest." She says, looking up at the sky, "Well, I'd say it, but I don't want to curse us anymore than we already are Sweetie." She says.

Cythim got confused by Mirana's action as she look at her. "A-are you okay?", then as she talk again, she look up at the raining sky. "Well, if you have to, then i'll simply wait for you. Just do what you have to.". She then lower her head, wondering about things.

Mirana looks over to Cythim as she turns to walk back in, "Am I ok? Oh yes, very much ok, or were you refering to...?" She asks letting the question hang, "Well, again, I'd rather have had some others go out for me, but as you said you could find no one and I cannot think of anyone I haven't asked... I'll not leave him though, so, let me ask Ruby real quick and we will be off." She says, walking back into the Solacious Manor, though returning shortly after, already looking a bit out of breath.

"You shouldn't be straining yourself too much... There is no point in rush things if we can't get to Siyu in time.". She look at Mirana's belly, and think of why Mirana seem interested in it but shrugg off the question. "Shall we get going then?".

Leaning over and gripping her knees a moment, panting as the rain continues to soak her through, "I shouldn't, you are right, but he's been gone for at least a week if not more, and if no one else has gone out to find him, no one else is going to." she says between a few gasps, "Besides, moving around with flight will be easier." Taking out a small, strange device, she pushes a few buttons, a large golem-like creature, a smaller creature looking like it could topple over, and a ball that rolls on its own come out of the manor, following her, "These will help..." huff, huff, "keep things safe if things start to go wrong." she says. A short incantation, and still gripping her staff, she takes to the air. "If you wouldn't mind taking point though, we should head to the logging camp at the far end of the woods." She says.

The logging camp that was active here months ago is dead and quiet. The clearing it made in the forest is still there and will take decades to fully recover. The buildings and barracks that housed so many unemployed lie empty, open to the elements. Squirks and cackels inhabit every aspect of it. Beings have left this place and left it for good. The saw mills, huge open barns lay unprotected. The saws and chains inside rusting, not even salvaged. The whole thing is quiet, except for the patter of rain on the rooves. A few small leaks where animals have chewed in allow som water to drip inside various places. Inside the main saw mill there does sit a solitary wagon of Sharlestran make and model. Anyone that did buisness with Siyu would recognize it as his that he used for forge work.

Cythim got lead by Mirana toward the logging camp. once there, Cythim started to look around for clues of Syiu whereabouts as she look at the buildings. "This place seems like it have been abandonned for years... How are we supposed to know where to search...?". Feeling that she may have to take out unknown enemies, she change her gem, showing it to Mirana, as she change of soul, becoming a rogue.

Mirana flew slightly behind the salamander the whiole time. Her machines were enough to swat away the rabble that came up to bother them. Looking about, Mira quickly catches sight of the cart. "There, he worked out of that cart often. He even braught it when we built the Spirit's Shrine." She says. She looks around, trying to find indications of where Siyu could have gone.

Meanwhile, they were being watched, closely. Unseen so far, and unheard, looking out from above in the trees.

The cart looks very much abanonded. Inside there's no indication of struggle or trap, but anything too heavy to carry, or non essentially was simply left. The metals, his forge and his anvil. Silks, extravagent clothing. Everything is packed away neatly, but abandoned. At least a week out here, probably more. Whatever pack animals he had have long gone, either around the camp, or eaten by wildlife. A keep eye might notice disturbed ground in a few places, dark places, not obvious places. But still where somthing was buried. There is a distinct lack of weaponry on the cart, given that he was a weaponsmith.

Unaware of what may be going on at the place, she stealthly goes around, searching for clues. As she goes into the forge she notice wierd spots as she immediatly start to dig a bit before calling Mirana. "Mirana, over here. I found something.", as she continue to dig, still looking around, but unaware that the place was a forge of any sort.

About a foot into the soft soil, oilskin pouches are found. If multiple holes are dug, dozens of sealed pouches will reveal hundreds of thousands of crowns of gold. It looks as if a forture is buried here, hidden away.

Mirana lands softly and waddles her way over to Cythim and looks at the money, "That... is likely Siyu's." She says, looking about and wondering if he was around here, "Siyu!! First Sargent! Get out here and report this instant!" She shouts, hoping not to attact too much attention to things. She holds her belly a moment before repeating the call! "Don't take it if you wouldn't mind." She says as she looks around for any indication that Siyu was about other than the long forgotten things.

Siyu cracks an eye open. A shout? Damnation, he knew that he shouldn't have come back here. Amos had already found him here once. He took the chance though, it was wet and the damp can kill you just as easily as a knife could. Hiding in a far off barracks near the edge of the forest, her perks his ear. The rodent looking...pale. His long hair is a greasy and matted, his face taugt and pale. He is wearing armor, leather and mail. The mail blackened with mud till it's dull, and padded so as not to make any noise. He draws a deep breath and checks his weapons. Pistols, rifles, the powder is all dry here hidden in his corner. Creepy slowly, slowly to the window to spy who might be there...and then...a BURST of cackles! They bust from their own roost, since they arrived after him, with a flurious burst! Obviously giving away someone is in the far building.

"That's wierd though... Someone wanted to hide that for sure...". As she was trying to figure what happened, Cythim suddenly hear the noises and jump quickly near Mirana, her dagger in her hand, looking around for the cause of the noises. She whisper, "We're not alone here...".

Mirana looks over toward the cackles breaking out of their roost. "No, we are not." She says, wondering a moment if that was friend or foe. She always assumed friend until she was proven wrong. She draws her own pistol and Creator Scorcher, before floating herself over toward the barracks... but about half way over she stops to land, sneezing sharply. That done she continues over.

Meanwhile sneaking beyond the Salamander, something attempts to look where one should never be welcome!

Siyu sucks in a breath...that came from the barn, his wagon was still there, but everything there is worthless, he can leave it. Fight or flight....flight. He quickly pulls his oilskin cloaks and ranger cloaks back on. His weapons sliding back into holsters and back into a place where his powder is going to be kept dry. Cursing the rain. He's not good with a dagger, a gun makes him feel much safer. Still though he has to get through the back of the barracks quickly, and away equally as quick! Once mirana draws close she can see a cloaked figure running through the windows, rushing towards the exit near the back end of the barracks! Hoping to dissapear into the forest!

Cythim suddenly feel a chill im her body, making her shudder as she curse herself of her weakness. Still trying to figure out what happened, she goes around the building, as she painfully grip her dagger. And then she thinks to herself "I hope Mirana is alright...".

Mirana looks to the suddenly departing figure. This would have to be quick! Some math figured out, eyes glowing a soft green and the runes upon her staff glowing in kind. Slamming the tip into the ground, she summons, calls at the granite below, to pull it up and form some walls to hold back the being trying to run! "Siyu! If that is you come out, there is nothing to fear! It is Lady Mira! Bigtoes! By Shiela come out here Sweetie!" She calls, leaning over and gripping her knees again.

As quietly as they came, whomever was reading into Cythim departs... however, a figured, cloaked and shrowded, comes out of the woods towards her, "Hello? What are you doing in this place, causing such a ruckous?" a male voice asks.

Siyu feels the ground under him will suddenly swell, timbers crack and the way out is blocked to him! He's trapped... He sucks in a breath,biting his full bottom lip, he just puts on the wide brimmed hat he had. All right...so fight it is. They found him again, he was so stupid, he shouldn't have come back. He should run, run run, far away. Hide somewhere they can't find him. His breath comes hard for him, and slowly the short, cloaked figure appears at the front of the barracks. Frame rather unmistakable, and he tosses his cloak up. Holding his arm to keep the rain from falling upon him. Or more correctly, from the blunderbuss, keeping the powder dry. "Still after me...still after me you bastard...Amos. Whoever you are, whatever you are, leave me be damnit...this time I mean it I will kill you." his voice strained. Thumbing the hammers back on the shotgun with one hand. The blue eyes behind his cracked glasses wild, a penned animal now.

Hearing Mirana's voice from outside the builiding, she started to rush to go inside when the shadow figure caught her attention. Fearing for her life, she immediatly turn toward the voice, standing in a figthing stance. With her free hand, she manage to change of soulgem, but not without being spotted because of her fear.

Mirana looks over at Siyu as he looks at her. She puts her hands up, letting her staff fall to the ground beside her. She fans her four tails behind her, "See, four tails, not hiding anything Sweetie. I've heard that you have been having trouble with Kitsunes, what kind of troubles? It's me Mira. Not Amos, or whomever. Come over here Sweetie and I'll show you." Her pistol drops as well, though more careful with the scorcher. "Tell me about what is bothering you." She continues

Watching Cythim closely, the figure walks up, "Come now, no need to be like that." Behind him, a tail hidden under his cloak, ears pointed and raised, some kind of being, though hard to tell, likely a mammal. "Just want to talk to you now." He says.

Siyu breaths heavily, his chest pushing in and out, lips parted as adrenline is surging through him. He's paniced, he's terrified, and in no way collected. "Damn you anyway...using her, damn you anyway.." he begins to walk across along the edge of the barracks. He's still trying to get away. Eyes not leaving MIrana, not trusting what he's seeing, not trusting anything he can see. "Leave me alone, leave me be. This forest is open to anyone, let it go..." working to get to the edge of the forest where he can run. Gaunt looking rodent setting his jaw with a tight grimace.

Not hearing any fighting sound inside, she focus her attention on the cloaked figure. Figuring that she would be better with her spear, she lay down her free hand on it then put the dagger back before she ready her spear. She says loudly, "Whoever you are, do not go inside, or you will have to go through me beforehand!". She tries to move to block the shortest way to the building entrance.

Mirana continues to hold herself out and wide, belly quite exposed, "Siyu! A kitsune can approximate a shape, only one close to their own! Haha, the same thing that makes such an ability worthless for me is proof another can't be me!" She says, then thinks a bit more, "And remember our time with Jessica? She dressed you up in such an... interesting dress, you were so cute. Or how about, just a few weeks ago, rubbing a bit... ahem... too long?" She asks. She sneezes again, "Or just get over here and feel, no Kitsune magic in the world could fake being a mother..." she says, blushing, but she was running out of ideas.

The figure looks over Cythim some more, "Put that away before you do something dangerous with it. If you want me to leave, I can leave, but perhaps there is something I can do for you?" He continues. "We've got... some interesting devices that could be made to work for you." He says, before slinking into the woods once more. Though, making enough noise that it wouldn't be hard to follow!

Siyu twitches his eye and he hesitates. He knows well enough the limits. The limits of illusion are siply visual. Visual only, anything that Mirana is faking can be dispelled with a touch A simple hand. He swallows hard again, a touch. Can he get that close? He pulls out a pistol, freeing one hand now, keeping it tucked into his cloak he walks closer...and closer. Letting the blunderbuss fall back. He sets his teeth...hard. Nervous, moving around Mirana, as if he is expecting to be attacked. He is so on edge, all he can think of is trap. Trap. He should just run, but a touch would prove otherwise. He moves in close, close enough reach his hand out. The veins on his neck are buling, his muscles tight and corded with the tension. His free hand is shaking, and he reaches out. He reaches out to feel, to touch along that stomach. If it is false he'll tell immeidetly, and of course, the hig caliber pistol is tucked into the oilskin cloak. A threatning bulge as the rain patters around us.

Cythim ponder at the proposition, still in a fighting position when she get a flashback. She remember the wierd device that randomly knocked off a wolf, the shot grazing her. Then she think to herself that this is NOT a good idea as she rush inside the building.

The swell of that belly, the feel of a new life moving within, the slight giggle and coo of the mother at the touch. If Mira was faking, she was faking it to the extreme! "Sweetie, First Sargent Cutie." She'd watched him the whol time he examined her. Siyu could even feel the warmth she radiated, not only Kitsune, Pheonix as well. "Siyu, relax, it is your captain, and sister in dedication." She says. "Why didn't you call Sheila if you were in trouble?" She asks, not yet moving. She wanted to grip him and hug, but sudden movement might cause more trouble then the hug was worth. Looking back at Cythim though as she approches, she gives a short, but slow wave, trying to tell her things were not yet alright!

Siyu wavers. He nearly falls over, his hand gently pressing to the stomach. It's rough, caked in dirt. He tightens up just once, and then he breaks down. The pistol drops into the mud and he falls to his knees and just starts sobbing, "Oh Shalia, I nearly shot you. I did. I did...oh creators just...I shouldn't have I..." he's left a shuddering mess at Mirana's feet, not really able to get any words out as the parinoia of the weeks and the revelation that it was justified comes crashing back down. Just on his knees and sobbing.

As Cythim enter the building, she notice Mirana sign and start to relax herself as she make her spear standing up. Hearing Siyu crying at Mirana's feet, she understand who he is. "Are you... Siyu? And why are you crying...?", as she put her spear on her back and slowly approach, trying to see if there is any wounds on either persons.

It is more a fall herself than anything as Mira gets down to hold Siyu there, "It is ok, it is fine, relax, it wouldn't be the first time I've been shot, it won't be the last despite my every attempt not to be." She says, holding and patting softly. "It is ok dear one." She says, sitting back in the mud to pat at the little rat. "I can't carry you Siyu, maybe Cythim can, if you can't manage." She says, continue to hold him there softly, "Let's get you back and cleaned up, then we can come collect your... yourr..." another sneeze, "Oh, pardon... your things when the weather breaks." She says, "Kitsunes won't be bothering you again if I can help it." She says "You are safe and you are fine." Looking back to Cythim, Mira nods, "This is Siyu, yes, but he's not exactly himself, we'll get him fixed up." She says.

Siyu just keeps crying, sobbing, it doesn't stop, he is kneeling and slowly he teeters and falls to his face into the mud. Still crying. Not the cries of sadness or anything like that, but the cries of a broken man. Rules by fear, pushed to the limit, only to finally reach the end of the line and realize he could have killed a person he cares for. Prehaps even the most. The end of it is too much for him, he's just uncontrollably sobbing, blubbering like a child, compltly lacking control. Anyone with the least bit of empathy could see a broken soul. He's dropped his weapons, dropped evertying, just laying in the mud and not responding.

Cythim tries to calm down Siyu as she place her hand on one of his shoulders. "Don't worry know... you are with us... you don't have to fear anymore...".

Continuing to hold to Siyu, even as he tries to fall forward, Mira looks over to Cythim, "Come one, help me pick him up and carry him back. You've done real good, just need to test your knowledge of medicines sometime, but welcome to the Hands of Dawn, we'll work out things like your badge and such later." She says, first working herself up, then reaching to help Siyu, "Come on Siyu, we are going to get you back into town now, in my room, you'll be safe there." She says.

Siyu can be helped up. He moves sluggishly, as if he's walking in water. Pistol remains in the mud, but the rest of him is armed to the teeth. Knives, a saber, half a dozen more pistols and the blunderbuss. As well as the armor, mail and leather. He walks slowly, still crying. He can be guided well enough, not crippled, just rather broen. He doesn't speak very much, just moving slowly.

"Don't strain yourself...". Cythim tries to get Siyu's arm around her neck while she tries to do the same with her own arm. "I think we should just head back home now... We can always come back later and grab the stuff to put it somewhere safer".