Thread: Sacrifice (Amaria & Mr. M)

Gil's eyebrow quirked upward when she mentioned soulsight he was curious, but he decided not to ask her quite yet it didn't seem the time, and he wasn't sure if it was something personal to the heedrin. Then she called him unique, and he wondered what exactly she meant by that. But Jayden's re-entry disrupted any opportunity he may have had to ask about it. He watched them banter, holding his tongue. They were at ease with each other, but if heedrin reactions were at all like human, he was clearly far more in love with her than she was with him. He'd had a little contact with heedrin, everyone had, but he'd never spent a lot of time interacting with them, as the two races tended to keep to their own, for the most part. But it fascinated him how close they seemed to be, and yet so different. And then his men arrived. All three of them made it, said Greycloak, peering through the loose slats, then he returned to watching the farmhouse as Gil clambered down the ladder to let his men in. They weren't panicked, so they weren't being pursued, so Gil led them up to the relative privacy of the loft before hunkering down and discussing what they'd found. Woodshadow shook his head. They didn't suspect me, but it was strange. At first they demanded I stay the entire night, but when I said I couldn't do that, they hurried me through town like their feet were on fire. They did let me buy a pint at the tavern, but the tavernkeeper brought it out to me at the door, and stood there while I drank it so he could take the glass back. I did pick up what the trouble was, though they were on the lookout for you, actually, sir. Woodshadow shook his head. Apparently, riders came through and spread the word that you were a murderer and an occultist, and spread the alarm. And now it seems like the whole countryside is turned against you. I asked what standard the messenger bore, and I finally heard it was Redshield. Cole is cleverer than I thought, Gil muttered darkly. He probably meant to merely set me up as the absent villain until his plans were complete, but it works to cut off our support if we escape, as well. He sighed and thought for a moment, as his men looked glum. Well, we still need allies. All right. If I'm the one mostly named, then I need to disappear for a bit. We still need to get word to my father, but I can't risk being caught along the way. Rudolph, you're already in costume, you should head back to Darkwood lands. You can travel more invisibly alone. Stick with my father, and I'll send word as soon as I'm able. We also need to keep tabs on Cole and his people. They have an artifact, the bluestone, that they will be traveling with. Al, you're our best tracker, I want you to go back and infiltrate that grove, and follow the bluestone and the cultists. Zero interaction merely track it, and leave standard scouting signs to let us know where you've gone. It's a dangerous job, so Ham, go with him and watch his back. He looked at all three of them. You'll need to rest soon, I know, we all do. Be careful, and be mindful. This is bigger than any of us, and yet we're all necessary to see it through. He put his hand on each of their shoulders as a friend would, and then he turned to the heedrin. I think it would be best, now, if we headed west. We need to get help there's more here than the seven of us can accomplish with just what we have on us. If we can't get manpower, we at least need to equip ourselves better. Would it be acceptable for us to visit the heedrin village in your company?