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PostPosted: Fri Jun 16, 2017 5:26 pm    Post subject: The Coming Storm Reply with quote

"She stood in the storm, and when the wind did not blow her way, she adjusted her sails."
- Elizabeth Edwards


"I thought I was supposed to be watching after Daniel and Cieara." It was a flat statement that Sorcha made as she stared at Fiona.

"Lucius has sent Daniel home for a few days to rest. Apparently, he has not been sleeping much while overseeing this contingent of troops. As for Cieara, she will also be home. I have her doing something for me." Fiona replied as she laid down a sheaf of reports on the large command table.

"So, ye be wanting me to hand out duties? I am nae one of Lord DeAuster's army, Fiona." Stormy blue-green eyes narrowed a touch. Sorcha was not a very social creature and this assignment sounded like it may require such an individual.

"Ye will be fine Sorcha. Simply use ye common sense. If one seems less then battle hardened, send them off to lighter duties." A gloved hand moved to hand her a list of said tasks. "If there is any needing work and has a means of transportation, we could use a few scouts in the high ground near Borial's Pass."

"Aye." Sorcha's tone was a touch clipped but easily ignored which Fiona did with a faint smile.

"I do appreciate ye doing this. With the bitter season and so many coming down with the usual cold related illnesses, the administrative side has taken a bit of a hit. I promise ye it will nae be long ye aid will be required here. Just today. Come morrow another will arrive to take this position."

That seemed to mollify Sorcha. She could manage one day doing this. It may be boring but better than being out in that frigid cold. Her posture relaxed as she realized it was only a few hours of her time. Hardly a trial at all and her tone was less brittle in return. "If it be just for today, I am sure I can handle it."

"Indeed, I am sure ye can Sorcha." Another hint of amusement touched Fiona's frosty green gaze. "Send word if ye run into any trouble. I will do what I can to aid ye."

With those final words the dark-haired woman faded into the shade silently, leaving Sorcha to stare out the tent flap at the light falling of snow. Heaving a sigh, she watched as the flakes hit the ground and melted into muddy slush. Eventually she turned her attention to the various tasks needing attention.

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Shadow Assassin

Close call there in the shadows
There's a fear in the dark
There's one out there
Out of the Shadows -Sarah McLachlan


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PostPosted: Tue Jul 11, 2017 9:30 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

"I hear the howl of the wind that brings
The long drear storm on its heavy wings."
-William C. Bryant


Each day more would arrive looking for fame, glory or monetary rewards by joining up with Lord DeAuster's army. It was Sorcha's understanding that Lucius paid a decent wage. He made sure his men were fed well and clothed. Armor and weapons were made available for those needing them. Training and tactics were also provided. At first glance his troops seemed almost rag tag, but they were disciplined when it was required.

While Sorcha sat there, looking over the papers a young man appeared, hovering in the doorway looking anxious. Glancing up she waved him inside with a lift of a pale hand and slowly placed the papers down. She peered at him with an arching of a brow. "Can I help ye Lad?"

"I, um well yes Miss, er Milady I am Jeferin Meddow and Captain Farris told me, to um come here and talk to you about work." He was twisting a rather weather-beaten hat about in large hands while gazing at her. His sky-blue eyes showing both excitement and trepidation in that straightforward stare.

Sorcha regarded him for nearly a minute before she consulted with the list Fiona had given her. The boy was maybe eighteen if that and didn't look very hearty. His frame was long and almost spindly thin. "What skills do ye have Jeferin?" She asked, her tone polite but emotionless.

"I used to work on the farm. My family's farm but it's gone now." There was a note of sorrow in the boy;s words but he straightened up seconds later and continued. "I can shoot a bow and throw knives."

"Be ye any good with horses? There is a need for some stable help. Tis something ye can do until Captain Ferris or one of the other commanders can set up training for ye." Lifting her head Sorcha peered at him, noticing the war of emotions playing over the young man's lean visage. If she had to guess she would have called it both relief and disappointment. There was no way she was sending this fresh-faced youth out to fight. Not until he was actually ready for it, which this one obviously was not.

"Aye, I can handle horses and other livestock easily Miss, err, Milady." His hands stilled on the twisting and tugging of the hat he held and he smiled.

"Fine then, report to the stables and give this to the Captain Carlin, as he is the overseer there." As she spoke Sorcha scripted a quick note regarding Jeferin's new position then held it out to the lad. "After that, report to the mess tent and get something to eat. Captain Carlin should have ye some quarters assigned once ye be done."

Just like that and one was sent on their way. Sorcha was surprised at how easy that was. Fiona was right about using one's common sense. Leaning back in the camp chair she resumed watching the slow drift of white that still fell outside.

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PostPosted: Thu Aug 03, 2017 12:39 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

"A warrior is worthless unless he rises above others and stands strong in the midst of a storm."
- Yamamoto Tsunetomo


The cold was deepening but she didn't feel it. Inside the command tent was always kept warm. This sitting however was already making her feel lazy. Rocking back up Sorcha moved to the small stove in the corner and helped herself to some coffee. Seconds later just before she was about to resume her seat a frost-covered dwarf strode in.

Clad in heavily studded armor and a surprisingly large two-handed axe on his back, he paused there, giving a shake. For a moment Sorcha was reminded of her father's hunting dogs as droplets of water and small chips of ice flew from the creatures' form.

"Be ye the one I need to speak with about work or nae?" Sorcha found herself blinking at the booming voice that rose from the short form.

"Aye, for today that would be me and ye are?" Taking her seat, she placed the steaming mug down on the table but kept her eyes upon the dwarven figure. Sorcha was not yet sure what to make of him.

"Rohol Mightrock at ye service. I was told this here army is a good'un and I be needing something to do afore I be tearin' out me beard hair." He spoke again while pulling off a heavy helm and revealing a rather long, intricately braided black beard and equally black pair of sharp eyes.

Taking up her mug she took a sip as she continued to regard him steadily. A moment later, while cradling the hot brew her head tilted in the inspection. "From the look of ye Mightrock, ye have some skill with the axe he be carrying. What other talents do ye care to offer his Lordship?"

"I be best suited for closer combat, as me legs were made to brace the earth. However, I have a pair of sharp eyes and can shoot with me crossbow from a right fine distance as well Lass." There wasn't a boastful note in his statement. It was more as if he was stating a fact then a brag. Something Sorcha took into account as she made another decision.

"Lord Unther might benefit from ye wisdom. His current position is near the front line and tis' my understanding they can always use aid." Reaching for a quill she was quickly writing on another card and in moments another new recruit was on their way. He seemed happy with his post by the look of the bright smile she was given before Mightrock departed.

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Close call there in the shadows
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There's one out there
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PostPosted: Tue Sep 05, 2017 4:52 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

"In the bleak midwinter Frosty wind made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone; Snow had fallen, Snow on snow, Snow on snow, In the bleak midwinter, Long ago.
- Christina Rossetti


Everything went quiet for several hours with only a few wandering in looking for posts. She dealt with them easily enough. As far as jobs went, this was one she would deem cushy. She still hadn't found anyone to take up scouting duties for Borial's Pass, but Fiona did say they would need some sort of transport and thus far none seemed to have that. Of course, she hadn't asked everyone if they had a horse either. Yet, considering she had not ever done such a job, any mistakes could be corrected.

It was just as the sky started to darken to dusk that a curious noise sounded outside and drew her attention. Gazing out of the opening into the grasslands now covered in a fine, cold powder she saw a most unusual sight; A large Orc sitting atop an ugly looking black bird creature. It was something that to her both resembled a lizard or dragon merged with a large beaked bird.

Lucius's army was a mixture of many creatures so the Orc wasn't surprising but the bird thing he was riding did take her aback for a moment. It held her attention until she realized the heavily armored, green creature was heading her way. He wasn't wearing a helm, so she clearly caught a glimpse of the bright red eyes and the myriad of scars marring his face. This was another battle-hardened recruit and obviously one with transportation.

Perfect.

"Me Artu Dreaddoom!" He bellowed, giving her a salute by banging his meaty fist against his chest while towering over her at the same time. "Dem tole Artu to see you. You tell Artu what I do, aye?"

She had no idea who sent him her way, but he looked hearty enough to handle the cold and any trouble he might find. Of course, Sorcha knew little about the race in general so perhaps she should ask some questions before handing him a post he may not like.

A wave of her hand motioned him inside as she shot another curious look at his bird-dragon creature. Heading back to the command table she took a seat. A glance at the Orcish guest and considered him for a few moments. He seemed to fill the tent due to the sheer size of him. "Does the cold bother ye any Artu?"

"No, no. Cold no gets best of Artu!" He replied loudly and then gnashed fangs in what may be a habitual manner.

Sorcha regarded him for a few moments before continuing. "We need someone to scout Borial's Pass. Ye may find nothing there of course but tis something needed. Be ye willing?"

"Aye! I can scout an' report anything Artu see." The Orc stated with a nodding of his massive green head. "Keirnis make scout work easy."

"Keirnis?" Sorcha asked curiously.

"My friend." A large hand waved towards the unusual beast outside. "She see what Artu miss."

Reaching for a card Sorcha was soon scribbling upon it. "Take this to the duty commander. They will set you up with food and a warm place to rest for the night and you can start your task at sunrise Artu. The commander will also tell you what they need from you come morning as well."

"Artu thank da lady." He carefully took the parchment card from her hand with another nod of his large head and then turned and trudged off back to his companion and moments later they were out of sight.

The day was done. Sorcha was relieved it was now over because there were certain responsibility one takes doling out potentially hazardous duties. She didn''t care for the idea of sending another to their death because she was careless in the assignments. It was one thing to put her own life on the line, but to place others at risk left her feeling more than a little trepidation. While she had done the best she could, there was still that unsettling that sense of unease plaguing her, which was just another emotion Sorcha really found she didn't care for.

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There's one out there
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PostPosted: Fri Oct 06, 2017 2:16 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

"There are as many pillows of illusion as flakes in a snow-storm. We wake from one dream into another dream."
-Ralph Waldo Emerson


The following afternoon, Sorcha was finally free of that "favor" to Fiona. Thankful that one of Lord DeAuster's healthy aids had finally arrived from Cisroe, she headed off towards the camps. It was there she saw several of the officers conversing around the tactics table in the command tent. Normally she wouldn't have paid mind but she heard the word "Orc" and instantly drifted in that direction.

"The orc should have returned by now." Commander Ferris stated while regarding the terrain marked upon the map.

"Tha' could mean that Borial's Pass may nae be safe. He may have been captured. Nae any of Torvien's armies have that race in their ranks. They be knowin' he is one of ours." A man Sorcha was unfamiliar with replied.

"Artu has gone missing?" She asked, joining the small group with her query.

"Aye Milady." Ferris nodded a greeting to her. "We should send another scout in soon as possible. Alas, the weather be turning for the worse so we shall have to wait a day or so. I don't like the idea of risking any until the coming storm passes." A hand encased in a glove brushed at the grizzled scruff of a beard Ferris was presently sporting.

"I can go Commander." Sorcha stated already feeling that unwanted stirring of emotion deep within. She couldn't help but feel responsible. Maybe she should have asked more questions. While it may have seemed as if he knew what the hell he was doing, there was that slight chance Artu had exaggerated his skills.

Several pairs of eyes shifted to regard the assassin at her statement. "I am unsure I want to deal with ye cousin were something to happen to ye Milady." Lord Unther stated immediately.

"Fiona will understand Milord. Ye see I was the one that sent this Orc into danger and as such I feel some responsibility for his having gone missing. So, I shall go locate him, nae matter what any of ye might say." For a moment, her jaw tightened, as Sorcha was still mentally kicking herself. "I have some skills in this sort of mission. I am quite proficient at combat and stealth; thus, I might be able to locate our missing orc if nae anything else." That archetypal emotionless regard met the rest with a slight lifting of her chin. Sorcha's posture made it hard for anyone to dissuade her from her course.

Before any could say more, she spun about abruptly and stalked off into the drifting veil of icy snow. Visibility was falling with each passing minute and Sorcha, who was never patient to start with, simply stepped into the shadows and was gone. Her sentinels were dispatched towards Borial's Pass with the request to report any sign of activity.

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Close call there in the shadows
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PostPosted: Thu Nov 02, 2017 12:34 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

"No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere."
- Emily Bronte


It wasn't long before one reported back a site for her to inspect. She emerged from the shade back into the shock of cold and the thick scent of blood. That coppery aroma lingered in the hidden bower. A dense thicket of trees had created a natural arbor that Artu had apparently found. Likely, he had been seeking shelter from the storm buffeting the land beyond. Sorcha looked about, pulling the hood of her cloak up to protect her pointed ears from the biting chill. The temperature was obviously dropping.

She traced the markings in the snow and knew Artu had been injured and dragged off. His green blood mingled with a surprising amount of red. He hadn't gone down easily by the look of it, but they had apparently taken their own with them. Sorcha also noted the feathers and droplets of ruby that dotted the frozen ground. Artu's companion had also been injured but by the look of it the creature had flown off.

Nimble feet carried her as she selected her path and she moved off, her form blurred while she raced along, gliding with ease around the trees and rocks that made up this currently snow laden land. Eventually, after an hour, give or take, she located a camp. Stormy blue-green eyes inspected the encampment intently. With the heavy wind blowing the drifts of snow through the trees, she caught the faint trace of burning pine and moved closer. Sorcha used the shadows as camouflage, but still wasn't sure how many she was dealing with as she suspected most had taken shelter in their tents.

It was the sound of dogs that alerted Sorcha that she had made a mistake. Her own scent had carried and she instantly had to make a quick adjustment. Side stepping into the shadow she emerged again downwind. This whole situation had her off her game but now she could hear the faint growling of an obviously pissed off orc. She was apparently in luck, as Artu was alive, for now anyway.

Sorcha watched two emerge from the largest tent to deal with the braying dogs. They had settled some once she had moved, but their presence meant she would need to be extra careful. She had worked a few jobs that required her to navigate around such safety measures. Still, she had the advantage of bad weather to mask her rescue efforts. Her fear remained that Artu would require her to carry him if he had sustained serious injury. She knew he was bleeding, so even a short jump in the shadows could be fatal.

It was a faint sound that caught her attention just as she started to move towards the camp site. Sorcha's eyes lifted and she caught sight of Artu's companion, Keirnis, hobbling her way. In a flash Sorcha was moving, seeking to intercept the creature before she got inside the camp and any chance of a stealthy rescue went out the proverbial window.

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Close call there in the shadows
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There's one out there
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PostPosted: Sat Dec 02, 2017 12:06 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

"For, whom the Muses smile upon,
And touch with soft persuasion,
His words like a storm-wind can bring
Terror and beauty on their wing;
In his every syllable
Lurketh nature veritable."
- Ralph Waldo Emerson


Moments later, she rolled over, shaking off the snow and sighed, as the unusual beastie had tossed her several yards away. Rising gingerly with a faint wince, Sorcha felt the impact of many uncomfortable rocks against one side of her body and slowly approached the creature again. "Hush now. I am going to rescue ye master, Keirnis." Both gloved hands held up, as she once more edged towards the large form. She spoke softly, having read somewhere that such a behavior worked best when dealing with wild animals. One could but hope it was true, or they would likely find her dead body after the spring thaw.

She noticed an arrow fletch protruding from one of the large black bird's leg. While Sorcha was not anyone's idea of a healer, she did have the rudiments of first aid. Not to mention, Myrialla was always pushing vials and potion bottles on her, Cieara and Daniel every chance she got. Usually the assassin dropped them into a small bag she carried with her and forgot them. Today she would actually get to use them.

Sorcha eventually got close enough to touch the creature, feeling it quivering under her hand. Thankfully, it was quiet for the most part. Still, she had to figure out how to get the point of the quiver out of the poor thing's body. After some thought, she peered at Keirnis, her gaze catching the dark eyes that somberly stared back at her. "I need to get that thing out of ye Lass. I nae can promise it will nae hurt, but ye will need to stand very still and stay quiet." She mumbled softly, while fingers gently stroked those silken feathers in what she hoped was a soothing manner. "Last thing we be needing is to alert those soldiers that we be here."

She didn't know if the beast understood, but she got a blink from the feathered creature. Leaning down she looked at the painful wound. Yanking a glove from her cold fingers with her teeth, she very carefully wrapped them around the haft. Taking a deep, calming breath, Sorcha forced the shadows into the wood and metal. Once her own hand shimmered with the threads of darkness she gave a quick pull. Using the shade to remove the projectile had been her only option, as she hadn't wanted to inflict more damage when yanking it out. She moved fast, pulling a healing vial from her bag and splashed it upon the wound which had started to bleed rather copiously.

Keirnis shuddered briefly before she butted her feathery head against Sorcha. The elf wasn't sure what to make of that, but uttered soft sounds to sooth the beast. She felt the gentle velvet sensation touch her chilled cheek in return. It would take several minutes for the magic to work, so she stood there quiet, gently petting the unusual bird until she saw the damage fade into a pale pink scar.

"You will need to stay back." Sorcha told the bird, talking to her as if she understood what she was saying. "I am going to get Artu and maybe we can fly him out of here. If you can fly?" Sorcha ran her fingers gently along one feathered wing, and then checked the other. Keirnis flapped, as if saying they were fine and Sorcha took that as a "yes".

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There's one out there
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PostPosted: Tue Jan 02, 2018 1:02 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

"We meet again, at the turn of the tide. A great storm is coming, but the tide has turned."
-J. R. R. Tolkien


The plan was simple. Find the orc, kill any that got in the way and get him out of there. Find a place to hold up just long enough to ply him with healing potions. Put him on the back of his companion and fly him out. It should work, but Sorcha knew that even if everything went the way she hoped, there was always a chance for a mistake or misstep. So, there was a very loosely plotted "Plan B". Which was more complicated, but the end result was hopefully the same. "Plan B" involved killing every one of those soldiers without getting killed or injured herself, rescue the orc and get the hell back home.

With Keirnus following her back to where the camp was located, she held up a hand and looked at the creature. "Stay." The large black eyes gave her a trusting look, Sorcha hoped she would wait. Easing into the embracing shadows she made her way carefully to where she suspected Artu was being held.

From the shadows she watched, feeling that unsettling rage that she carried bubbling just under the surface. They had used the orc as a punching bag from the look of him. He was a mess. Most of his already scarred green features lost to the blood and bruises inflicted upon him. She could only hope he wasn't as bad off as he looked.

There were just two guards, but that meant she would have to work fast. After a few seconds of contemplation Sorcha acted. A shadow-walk to the first guard and her blade cut his throat. Before the other could act, her thrown knife had planted itself in his chest. Her form a blur a second later she was pulling her blade free from the second man. Both now wore bloody second smiles. She would have liked if they had suffered more, but she simply didn't have the time for that.

One red eye opened and then went wide at the sight of her. Instantly Sorcha lifted a hand and made a motion for him to remain silent as she set about releasing him from the many ropes he was tied up with. Once free she handed him the first of what would likely be many vials. He was moving slowly and in obvious pain, but she was greatly relieved to see he was at least somewhat lively given the circumstances.

So far so good, she thought. Blade still out, she sliced the back of the tent and slipped out. Behind her, Artu followed with a bit less grace. Sorcha helped him along just glad he hadn't ended up dead.

It was a funny thing really, as she didn't generally feel guilty or repentant about killing people. She had just dispatched two mere moments earlier without an ounce of remorse, but having been the one to send Artu off to this duty, she had felt fully responsible. She didn't care for that emotional sensation in the least. However, Sorcha had little time to contemplate her responses, that would need wait for another time. At this very moment she had but one goal in mind and that was getting Artu somewhere safe.

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Close call there in the shadows
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There's one out there
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PostPosted: Fri Feb 02, 2018 2:57 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

"There is a great deal of unmapped country within us which would have to be taken into account in an explanation of our gusts and storms." - George Eliot

Sorcha sharp ears heard the alarmed shouts behind them and she growled. They had the storm to hide in, but Torvien.s men had dogs. She was now thinking she should have taken the time and dispatched those but as always, hindsight was ever an annoyance to her.

She felt the Orc.s momentary panic, likely fearful he would be caught again and suffer more beatings at the hands of those animals. Using the same tactic, she had with Keirnis she made a few soothing sounds while helping him along.

Their pursuers were getting closer and just when Sorcha had deemed she would need to take a hard stand and fight, the large bird arrived. The creature was agitated, but with help, Artu could mount up. "Go. I will follow." She said, squinting into the thick veil of the storm towards the howling of dogs in chase.

Voice rough and raspy, Artu gave a shake of his large head. "They catch Artu cuz he sees "em meetin' bounty men. Dems got a list of killers hired to kill da Laird's kin. Artu gotta stop 'em Missy lady. Can no let 'em do dat." He shot a hand out and before she could protest or take a breath Sorcha was landing in a place behind him. All she could was grab a hold before Keirnis lifted off, struggling for a moment against the icy winds but then was aloft and gracefully flying off into the gloom and coming darkness.

It was in those moments Sorcha discovered she wasn't fond of flying. Especially, not in the middle of a powerful blizzard on the back of a large hollow boned creature and clinging to a smelly orc. She managed not to fall off, throw up or pass out, which was a credit to her determined nature. Fact was, she realized, belatedly, the pack of dogs would have been easier to deal with then the biting cold and her flip flopping stomach.

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Close call there in the shadows
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PostPosted: Sat Mar 03, 2018 2:56 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

"Winter hung in there, like an invalid refusing to die. Day after grey day the ice stayed hard; the world remained unfriendly and cold."
― Neil Gaiman, Odd and the Frost Giants


"Let me get this right. You saw them exchanging gold for a list of names of Bounty Hunters to be hired?" They had stumbled upon a cave a safe distance away from the camp where she found Artu. Here she had made a fire and all three of them huddled around the feeble warmth it emitted.

Artu was looking slightly better. He had drunk several healing vials but being a large orc, it was taking a bit of time.

"Dey hired em. I hear dem talk. Dat list be doz that be willin' ta kill. Dar be a list of doz they be sent ta kill. I hears dem talking bout' dat.' He was rubbing his jaw still feeling discomfort.

It was a quick mental conversation with Fiona that cinched it. Artu seemed to know where they were heading, but couldn't recall the name of the town but he did remember the name of the inn mentioned. "The Battered Ram". Unfortunately, that did not ring any bells, as it was a common enough name for such a tavern. Only slightly blind, Sorcha still had to find those brokers and deal with this. Her cousin would join her shortly and bring others if needed. "I need to scout out these people Artu. Can you help me?"

"Aye! Artu wants ta stomp em. Dey went east. Sure o dat." He growled low before taking another sip from the wine skin.

Luckily the storm would keep their prey pinned down for some time. Sorcha looked at her supply of potions and elixirs and offered a few more to Artu. She then took a minute to check Keirnis's leg, relived to find it healed up nicely.

"Dey shot 'er. Artu gonna make em pay fer dat." Another grumpy statement, but Sorcha noticed the look in his eye, he was serious.

"We just need that list. We get that, and we don't need to take any of them alive." She commented as she sat back down on a cold rock and pulled her gloves back on.

"Good. Dun wanna take em alive." He grunted and then looked curiously at Sorcha with his currently one good red eye. "Ye came back fer me. Artu never been saved afore. Tank ye."

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PostPosted: Fri May 11, 2018 4:40 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

"Memory... is the diary that we all carry about with us."
― Oscar Wilde


Sorcha shifted, ever uncomfortable with such statements. Most would give a simple “You are welcome.” but that wasn’t her way. She relied upon truth in such moments and after taking time to think upon it, she gazed somberly at the Orc. “It was my fault ye got into such a situation. This, well I be responsible for what happened.” One gloved hand rising with a sweeping action.

“Posh!” Artu instantly and indignantly replied. “You’s give Artu a job an’ I mess it up.” Ending with a grunt of irritation at himself. “Artu got ta’ close. But like me mammy use’ta says. Dar be good wit da bad. I hears em talking cuz I wuz sloppy.”

Dragging damp hair from her brow she realized there wasn’t more to be said at this point. Settling, with her back against the cavern wall she let out a quiet sigh.

It was rather like a sort of white noise that assailed her mind. She was still unsettled by the method of communication, but it was the only option she had for the current situation. Her cousin’s voice filled her thoughts seconds later and she winced faintly.

“Does this Orc have any idea where those men were going to have such a meet?” Fiona's voice rang within her head.

Sorcha turned her attention once more towards Artu. “Did ye by chance hear where those men be headed?”

“Aye, aye. I told ya, some place dey call “The Battered Ram”. Artu ‘member cuz he like ta’ eat ram soup.” Was his instant response.

Sorcha was still clueless about such a location but she relayed it to her cousin. In a flash she was seeing the Inn through the link. The weathered wood exterior, with a faded sign swaying in the wind and followed with the flickering of a hasty map. It gave her a general direction to work with however she wouldn’t be able to shadow jump with Artu as yet. His injuries were still healing. She relayed this to Fiona and waited for the incoming reply.

“Do ye think Keirnis is up for another trip?” Sorcha suspected that Artu’s friend was as tired as they were but options were thin. “If nae, I can head off on my own and return for ye after confronting those men.”

“Yer no leavin’ wit out us!” The orc rolled clumsily to his feet, towering over with that bellow. His red eyes were blazing in sudden intensity. “Dem’s gonna answer fer wat dey did! Ta Artu! Ta Kiernis! Dem’s got thumps a comin’!”

“The Inn isn’t close but we still have an advantage, if Kiernis can manage another trip.” Sorcha’s stormy gaze shifted towards the resting feathered creature. Her black eyes opening to peer at her in return.

Artu turned to his friend and spoke quietly to her. Sorcha was unfamiliar with the language he used, but the large bird stirred and rose up with a shaking of her form. The action sending fluff and dust into the air.

“Kiernis be wantin’ ta go. Her’s willin’.” The orc grunted. “We’s gots head’s ta bounce.”

“Meet us there” Her cousin’s voice echoed in her thoughts with a feeling like thunder. She could read little emotion in the command, but that wasn’t surprising. Rising up, she brushed away some of the dirt and debris of the cave from her leather-clad legs.

“Ye feeling up for this Artu?” Handing over more of those vials, Sorcha’s blue-green eyes swept over him in a quick assessment.

“Aye! Artu is looking forward ta wat be comin’!” His boisterous voice made her wince again faintly.

“Then lets do this. We head east. Toward the border with Terimarik." Naming a nearby disputed region that was close to Torvien’s province. “From what I was told, it be about an hour from here as the crow flies.”

Artu offered a disturbing grin of a multitude of jagged teeth. “Aye, Artu knows dat place. Good birds an fish fer eatin’!

Sorcha was starting to realize that the Orc’s surprising memory was obviously tied into his favorite foods. Later she would likely find some humor in that. For now she was glad he knew where they were headed.

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PostPosted: Thu Jun 14, 2018 3:38 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Winter Kills
by Yaz/Yazoo
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4DvP3N1IeOA

To remind you how winter kills
Lost in daydreams you drove too fast and got nowhere
You rode on half fare when you got too scared
How winter kills
Tear at me searching for weaker seams
Pain in your eyes make me cruel
Make me spiteful
tears are delightful
welcome your nightfall
How winter kills
I'll tear at you searching for weaker seams
How winter kills


The light dwindled as they traveled. High above the tree tops, everything below was lost, as the darkness enveloped the lands beneath them. The wind was cruel and cutting with every gust and Sorcha just gritted her teeth to keep them from chattering. She wasn’t as immune to the cold as others might think. Being a half breed meant she carried some disadvantages and feeling the chill was one of those.

Artu had fallen mostly silent. Offering only the occasional reassurance to his flight bound companion as they flew. Around them the wind rushed past, making talking rather difficult as it would snatch their voices away into the pitch black should they try.

With the dense cloud cover, there wasn’t any light from the three moons to cast their glow upon the ground below. Yet Artu seemed to know where to go, or perhaps it was the large bird directing their travel, either way Sorcha hoped they arrived soon before she turned into one large block of icy death. She was quickly reaching her personal tolerance for the cold and that made her testy to say the least. “How much longer?” She shouted into the gusty passing of air and hoped the orc heard her.

“Soon!” He bellowed back mere moments before Kiernus dipped sharply. It felt like gravity had just shifted and in the process stole her stomach. Sorcha held her breath for a few moments and then attempted to slowly release. Her efforts managed to stall the rising nausea. It was a good thing she hadn’t had much to eat this day. Sorcha had never been much of a fan of heights, so this day was testing many of her limits.

As far as flight went, she was fairly certain she wasn’t fond of it much either. Of course, this being the first time, and in the middle of a wild winter storm might not be the best way to gauge. Still, she wasn’t making plans to try it again any time soon, if ever again. Shadow walking was far less harrowing.

Below, the faint shimmering of light emerged, haze and dim. However, the sight of it brought a sense of relief. In due time they landed near the village of “Havenedge”, easing much of Sorcha’s discontent.

Artu rather gleefully rubbed his gloved hands and then sent a sinister grin at Sorcha. “Ye hear dat?”

Even with the gusty wind through the trees she distinctly heard the sound of activity. It was a well traveled area by the look of it, but that amount of movement was at odds for the size of the township. “Sounds to be a rather busy locale.” She replied quietly while stormy blue-green eyes swept the area.

"No like dis afor." The orc responded. His hands bunching into meaty fists but making little sound for a change. "Was sleepy lil' place." He mumbled something more about good roast duck and fish stew. "Lotza heads ta smash." Artu then added. Obviously looking forward to it.

With a mental thought her shadows spread out, surveying the area with efficiency, from years of experiencing. Their vantage point, from that berm of trees, afforded them a clear view of the number of horses in the Inn's stable yard. Not only that, but Sorcha was informed rapidly by her scouts of at least six archers perched in trees surrounding the town. In moments her blood was boiling, at what was discovered. “Bloody Hell.” She muttered while pulling Artu back into cover of the dense evergreens.

A message was conveyed through mental means rapidly followed. “Fiona, we have a problem.”

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