Thread: Scouts of the Inquisition (Alvis & Sync)

Disa slept lightly, resting but not letting himself drift far enough away in mind to let himself be taken off guard if needed. It was a soldiers sleep. Barbarian he might be, he'd served in battle too many times to break this particular habit. He roused himself after four hours or so, and crawled from his tent, back into the constant drizzle. He plucked his flatbalde from the soil, and looked about the camp. The hunter was out, snoring away. He could make out the small form of Loriel in Garret's tent, so he kenw that at least his orders were being followed. He spot Garret up a rock bluff, and set about climbing up to meet him. Anything? Disa asked as he crouched beside the other man. Garret nodded. Corpses in the water, they've stayed back though. Damndest thing though sir, I feel... Garret trailed off. Like we're being watched. Disa finished. Yes sir. I can't say why, or if we are, by what. But I can't shake the feeling. You're not wrong. The signs are here and there. We're not alone out here. Demons? No, nothing so simple Garret. Men. Men like me I should think. The Avvar have been known to frequent this region. There's good money that they're out there. Likely been waiting to see if we would leave someone on watch. If not they might have come after us as we rested. What do we do sir? Garret asked, concerned now. The job. We move on. If the Gods are generous, we do it without interference. If they are not, we fight. Get some rest. Use my tent. I'll take the last of the watch. Let the others know where I am if they wake before we move out. Garret nodded, and started to climb down the bluff. Disa shrugged his cloak around himself, making a smaller, harder to see target on the bluff, staring out intot he drizzle. Here and there he made out movement. The slow, erratic movement of the corpses. But now and then he saw the smooth, careful motions of something else. And what was more, there were more of them than he expected. Over the next few hours, he could tell they were getting closer. He nodded. No time to waste then. Disa slid down the bluff, landing lightly, and ghosting to his tent. He covered Garret's mouth, waking the man with a start. Disa held a hand to his lips, shushing him. They're coming. Get the hunter up. We have to move, now. Disa whispered. Garret nodded, adn the two men split up. Disa hesitated at the tent Loriel was in. Waking a mage suddenly was a risky thing to do, but so was not waking her in this circumstance. He leaned into the tent, heedless of how it might look as he clamped a hand on her mouth to keep her quiet. As she woke, he held the finger to his lips, the urge to stay quiet. He paused a moment, listening. He could hear faint steps coming closer. They only had minutes at most. We have to go. Enemies coming. On your feet mageling, there's work to be done. He whispered to her after a moment, and then withdrew his hand, and got out of the tent. He'd ahve liked to break the tens down, salvage the supplies, but there just wasn't time. They might, might be abel to escape without a fight if they left quickly. But Disa wasn't going to dissapoint these men if they caught them. He'd make sure they got a fight.