Thread: Scouts of the Inquisition (Alvis & Sync)

Loriel watched curiously as Disa arranged piles of rocks as they travelled. She knew the Chasind did that, of course left piles of rocks along trails, organised in such a way as to impart information to those who knew how to read them. She reasoned that there would be some in Hardings scouting party who knew how to read such signs, but Loriel wasnt one of them. If it had been Disa who had imparted the knowledge of how to read the trail signs, shed never find out how from him. As the group spread out, she found herself working more closely with Garret. The scout had seemed to decide to be a kind-of protector to her, or something like that, and she was thankful that at least one of their little party seemed to find some value in her. Shed never say anything of course, not now doing so might deflate what he was doing, might give him cause to reconsider. She felt it was better to let his role go unmentioned, lest it cause tension. Disa, if hed noticed, didnt seem to care, or would probably be happy the task hadnt fallen to him. She had seen a few walking corpses shuffling aimlessly through the swamp a short distance away from them close enough to be seen, but far enough that they didnt appear to notice the scouting party. Loriel was very aware of how short she was on offensive magic, and didnt relish the idea of another fight where her contribution was limited to support. The glow they approached, thoughLoriel could sense the ebb and flow from it. Her connection to magic, to the Fadethis small greenish-glow drew on the mage, although not in any way that was harmful to her or might compromise her. She knew it to be a rift such as what was known to be at the Temple of Sacred Ashes, but shed never seen one before now. So far as she could see, it was just the four of them around the glow any corpses were further off, as if they chose to stay away from this tear in the Veil. As Disa spoke, everyone else stood backbut Loriel stepped forwards a little, as if wanting to get to know this enigma. Itsa rift, the elven mage offered quietly as her footsteps pulled her a little closer. Her head tilted to one side slightly, her brow furrowing as she focussed. Itits not properly formed. Its thin, threadbare if you like, maybewaiting to be disturbed so it can tear properly. The Veil hasbeen weakened here, but not as badly as in other areas. She paused, let her will drift out towards the glowing mass, the rain dripping off the tip of her small nose as she listened to her will, her damp hair matted and clinging to the sides of her delicate face. I cansenseother beings, wanting to get throughI cannot say what they are, or what their intentions are. I can only know that theyre there. She turned, putting her back to the apparition, her lithe form faintly silhouetted by the soft glow, her staff in hand and the blade planted firmly in the ground. I recommend we avoid getting closer to it, lest we accidentally set it off, she offered, fully expecting Disa to chide her or denigrate her or ignore her. Garret, not having a clue what the girl was talking about, nodded his agreement. Im all for avoiding it, if it means we dont disturb it, he offered. He was trying hard to not appear to side with Loriel in case doing so annoyed Disa, but at the same time he didnt particularly want to go near things that might summon demons and spirits. Perhaps Loriel is right, Disa after all, she was right about the corpses and the water.