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With that, everyone reassembled and began traveling northward, and began the hour-long trek in the shade of the canopy of the forest. As they traveled, some these fledgling companions spent the time that would otherwise have been mostly idle conversing.





But soon enough the chatter among party faltered and ultimately fell into silence, as tension settled among them with the awareness that each step brought them closer to the farm. The shorter the distance grew between them and their destination, the greater the chance became of the sounds they made to carry to the ears of murderous sentries ahead. Soon enough Freagon, Yanin, Quintin and Vela Bor encouraged those around them to stop talking at all, and their group started creeping ever more warily past trees and brush, avoiding patches of bramble and signs of woodland animals so as to move quickly without announcing their arrival.
Finally they could just faintly see the forest give way to something else ahead, and they all came to a stop to make their final preparations before the time came for Caleb to sneak off to find his hiding place and start accumulating power.

“It is time,” Caleb whispered quietly. “Before I go, you needed me to summon your angels. I assume we should split the party before I summon the swaigh, but I can summon the iriao now. Show me their name and tell me where to put it.”
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Deo’Irah


Along their journey Deo’Irah had found it prudent to gather any high-quality sticks or other bits of foliage that they could craft a temporary body out of, aided by Lhirin and his particular eye for detail. By the time they’d reached the point where they had to be particularly careful about the noise they were making they’d gathered enough to cobble together a body that would serve well-enough to summon Kinder into, to provide them with some sort of mobile aid in the event of emergency. Of the two angels to allow communion with other beings, Kinder was definitely the correct choice–Lhirin might have remembered Weriz, from when the pair had overcome their worst fears, but probably less as a distinct personality and more as the being that had served as their tormentor. Irah remembered the occasion fairly fondly, all things considered, for it had been a religious pilgrimage in service to the god Weriz was sworn to… but still faintly shuddered to herself at the memory of that harrowing experience nevertheless. She wondered idly what Freagon’s experience with overcoming a Swaigh’s aura was like.

When Caleb asked for the name, she silently pulled her spellbook from somewhere on her person, opened it to the right page for Kinder, and passed it to him to read. They’d already assembled much of the scarecrow-like structure that would serve as the vessel for Kinder, and they’d already discussed that she’d serve as the vessel for Weriz–not many words needed to pass between them. Still, Irah looked at Caleb with some mixture of hope and disappointment (though in herself rather than him), and thought silently to herself that she was grateful for what he was doing, knowing he’d pick the gist of it up.

Almost by instinct as soon as one of her hands was free she turned her head to look behind her and find where Lhirin was, and as soon as she located him she rested her hand on some part of him–likely an arm–and gave him a slightly too-gentle squeeze. He’d have enough experience to know that she was… not nervous, but unsettled. Seeking surety and comfort in a way that he seemed uniquely suited to provide for her.
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Lhirin had much to think on as they walked following his involvement in conversations with Freagon and the fall–Caleb–he corrected himself mentally. Though he’d had a fair deal more experience than most with the divine on account of Deo’Irah, fallen angels were a different matter entirely. Personally, he found them fascinating and his experience thus far with Caleb only reinforced that notion. Oddly–though he understood the divine’s reticence to share it–Lhirin found himself truly wishing he had the being’s name. Not to summon it necessarily, but simply to converse with it.

It just seemed a terrible shame that one with so many experiences and the knowledge that came with divinity would be locked away in the Neverrealm once they were done. Had he the option, the deigan might have bound himself to his word with the divine, such that he could not bind Caleb even if he so desired, but alas Lhirin knew of no such magic nor other power that might allow such a thing.

Sighing lightly to himself–the sound small and quiet as the necessity for some measure of stealth had presented itself some time ago–Lhirin went about assisting Irah with her gathering. When they came to a stop to briefly confer, Lhirin made an effort to put some finishing touches on the makeshift facsimile of a body.

It was roughshod at best and though it would surely crumble at some point later when the Angel had once again departed, Lhirin found that it offended his sensibilities as a craftsman.

However, before he could ask for her flask, Lhirin felt Irah’s hand gently lay upon his shoulder. Lhirin frowned slightly, his silver eyes shifting to regard her. While others he could not read, Irah he had come to know very well over their time together and something in his manner hardened–his stance becoming more solid as he spaced his feet more evenly and stood just a bit taller, all as if to offer her something solid to rely on. Yet, even as that occurred, his gaze grew soft, filled with unspoken understanding. Lightly, he raised his own hand and laid it over hers, holding her gaze for a long few seconds, before he finally blinked once and spoke.

“May I have your flask?”

She acquiesced, handing it over and he gave her a small nod of thanks and a brief smile, before squeezing her hand lightly and then letting go. He moved to their makeshift construction and scanned the nearby earth, poking at it with the toe of his boot as he did so. Eventually he seemed to find what he was looking for, at which point he shifted over to it and crouched down, uncapping her flask.

Someone else might think the next thing he did was rude and thoughtless, for Lhirinthyl promptly poured the water onto the ground in an expanding circle until the flask was nearly emptied. Capping it he handed it up to Irah and then began to scrounge in the dirt like some small burrowing animal. He dug without the slightest hint of shame and with a single minded focus that few could match. After a minute or so he’d loosened a fairly decent portion of sodden dirt–mud really–and his hands were thoroughly sullied by the act. Yet, for some reason, the deigan mage seemed pleased at his work. He took in hand some of the mud, testing its consistency–and even compacting it to squeeze some of the moisture out into mostly dry earth–after which he pushed to his feet and turned to their creation. Carefully he began to pat clots of mud onto various areas of the construct in mostly fairly thin layers. He’d come back for more mud, gathering it in hand before repeating the process. When he had gotten most of the mud in place he put some more around where joints might be and molded gentle curves and angles into the piece. It took at least a solid 5 minutes while the others conferred and organized, but when he was done their roughshod thing appeared somewhat more recognizable as a facsimile of a person. He’d been careful not to put too much mud in a given place so that it could hold together with the loose plant matter, sticks, and other materials they’d used. It also, oddly, looked a bit more like something. Lhirin hadn’t been aiming for anything in particular, but it had about if one caught its silhouette they might be startled–even before they summoned a divine to inhabit it.

Brushing off his hands of dried mud, Lhirin then turned back to the others. He only grimaced when he realized that he might have to hold his Runeblade with his soil-covered hands. Sighing a bit he used his own flask to slightly rinse off a bit more dirt, then he absently wiped them off using his sleeves. They could clean his clothes later, it was more important that he could easily move his fingers and wield his blade.

Likely by the time he’d finished, Caleb would be ready for the first summoning and the others would be fully organized, at which point he’d join the group that they’d planned he would accompany.
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It didn't take too long for Lady Bor and Quintin to gather their equipment and bearings after he had made his way over to the manor, thankfully. They had been delayed long enough.

Unlike the nightwalkers, fallen angel and deigan, the humans traveled in near-silence, with Quintin showing the way. The dark one appeared similar. Wary, watchful. Better suited for stalking - her and Quintin both - than himself or Jordan in their current attire, all things considered. Being careful only went so far for keeping two meters of steel subtle. Quieter than could be expected, but even so, it was better to dedicate any attention to noticing any adversity before it noticed you.
Full attention. Sight, sound, even vibrations in the ground and smells carried by the wind... For this reason alone, smoking, too, had always bothered him. If you caught a whiff of cigarette smoke in the forest ... well, you knew it wasn't the bloody sparrows lighting up. And humans didn't exactly have the best noses around. Melenians, palanters, hounds...
He didn't actually know how well the dark ones' noses compared to humans', now that he was paying attention.

The point of no return grew near. There was only so much planning you could do with so many unknowns, as he had noted back in the guardhouse - and every passing turn, more pieces kept added. He and several others had urged for silence; quiet preparations ensued. Caleb had to go wait ahead, but it also could not go ahead before both angels were summoned ... and the second angel necessitated that the groups split into the sensitive and insensitive... So that was it. All that was left to do was to hope the plan worked and all these people who had never met before this day managed to coordinate.
It was funny, actually. Chess was touted as the tactician's game, yet it was simpler than even a very basic mission involving less than a dozen people. Yanin had never bothered with chess enough to be actually outstanding with it, but for the most part, you could just memorize which piece did what and you were already set for doing well. In real life, there were no grids, no reasonable amount of time to think between every move, success ran in fractions not binaries, and in the end, people did whatever the fuck they felt like doing, anyway.
You could only hope they respected you enough to listen, be it for fear, admiration or ... trust in your judgement was probably closest descriptor. Not just because they liked you, or anticipated repercussions for not taking orders, but because they believed it was indeed the correct thing to do.

Caleb will be moving ahead and informing Nabi and Deo'Irah what it sensed. Either Weriz or Kinder would be able to reach the thalk from their respective sides to inform the fallen angel they were moving, so it would make most sense for those to be divided ... but also for Kinder to be wherever Bren would be. It might need to move quickly. Fifty meters was more than the diameter of what the swaigh could cover in its aura...
Almost thoughtfully, the human knight prepared his bow, moving the string to firing position and testing the tension. Jordan, himself, Lady Bor, Nabi, Quintin; fair bit of ranged cover.
"That's twenty, thirty meters for the aura? Close enough to provide ranged cover or give a sign. I assume all angels can communicate to one another, and Caleb could inform Nabi on what can be magically sensed. Madara, stay with Lady Bor; the rest of my group should accompany us to the second building once Deo'Irah's group has breached their building - unless the second one is empty." Best to keep at least one healer with each division - not counting Caleb. Besides, the surgeon wasn't entirely defenseless. That left himself, Quintin, Jordan, Nabi and the younger nightwalker, Jaelnec, entering the second structure.
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