Thread: Darkness Has Its Teachings (Athene & Alvis Alendran)

Rowena Had she simply imagined things? This was the question many people asked her as the next few days passed. Nothing had happened, no ships had arrived. Well, none matching the description she gave the king and others, anyway. A few vessels they often traded with, but nothing that would otherwise imply a foreign enemy. Admittedly, Rowena was finding it odd herself. And she would have eagerly opted to simply agree that perhaps her Sight had, for once, failed her. ... Had it not been for the fact Scathach continued to repeat the dream. Not only were they more clear, but they lasted longer. Newer details were added, too. It was getting to a point where Rowena was more on edge now than she'd ever been in her life. She was eager to leave, to hide away. Alas, Isolde kept finding ways to talk her out of it something that irritated her just a bit. Yet at the same time, Rowena couldn't help but be a bit proud too. It meant Isolde was doing her job rather well. How have the past few evenings been for you, Rowena? Bssil inquired as the last of the people summoned entered the hall. By now, it was easy to see Rowena was actually a bit paler than usual. The toll from the previous nights had worked their own versions of magic upon the Seer, and it was clear as the sky outside. Have you made any preparations, m'lord? Should I? Rowena quickly nodded her head, I beg you, you must! Rowena ... Bssil paused, beginning to gather his thoughts and formulate a clear, direct response. Has, perhaps, Scathach simply given this as a test? A trial to see if you can discern when to heed her images or when to ignore them? Rowena's mouth fell agape. He had not seriously just said that, had he?! How can you dare utter such a thing?! she cried out in disbelief, Name the last time she gave me such a test! .... No one spoke. And before anyone could, a lone and obviously terrified foot soldier ran through, pushing the doors wide open. Even if he could have somehow hid the horror, his expression made it all but impossible to do so. They're here! he cried out. The serpent ships! They're really here! Slowly, it began to dawn on everyone how dire the situation had gotten. Including the king himself, whom turned his attention to Rowena ... and sighed softly. Silence! he called out, waiting for the order to be heeded before proceeding. Move out! Everyone who can wield a weapon, start going towards the shores! Rendezvous up with these men and ensure they don't get anywhere near our town! His head turned once more to Rowena, Go gather the non-fighters and help them hide away. Of course, the 'non-fighters' were primarily the other women and children, save for females such as Isolde. Rowena quickly nodded, though not before shooting a very irked glare. One that silently said 'See? I told you what I saw, and this is what you're going to get for ignoring me'. The stare, however, wouldn't last long, nor would Rowena's presence within the king's hall. Knowing she'd been given a very vital task, she quickly pivoted on her feet and broke out into a frantic run. Houses she found would have their doors knocked on. Raiders! Women and children citizens, follow me! The word 'citizens' had been added to help imply that should any of these two types of people know how to wield a weapon and shield, they were needed on the front lines. Now, not later, too. Slowly but surely, Rowena began making her way through the village, gathering more and more of the population. She did have a place in mind, thankfully. All she needed to do was finish finding and gathering everyone before leading the women and children away.