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Ren, Aleksandra, and Lily made their way back to the House without further incident, alerting Deveric of the situation as Adam had requested and leaving the cleanup in his capable hands. Doctors whisked Lily away to the privacy of her chambers and Aleksandra vanished to her own leaving Ren to wait and worry. After making sure Lily and Aleksandra had everything they needed, and Lucie and Adam's rooms were ready for their return, he decided to look through some of the missives that had piled up on Adam's desk. He was only away one day and already there were 5 different messages that had piled up for Adam to handle.

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Deveric and the few members of House Ianus that he had handpicked surveyed the clearing in the light of their lanterns. It was a disaster, and would take some serious work to straighten out. His talent was as an empath; he could sense strong emotions in people if he tried. It meant he studied psychology because though he could often sense emotions the why of these emotions often puzzled him. Adam had asked him to lead the clean up crew because he had an instinctual grasp for what people were likely to think when confronted with certain sights. It wasn't completely accurate but it was a heap sight better than just guessing at random.

He picked out the things they should remove, what they should cover up, what should be burnt, and what could be scattered under the debris and forgotten. Once he had compiled the list in his head he and the others set to work with a vengeance. The hardest part was getting the monster “corpse” back to the lab but Deveric couldn't think of anything else safe to do with it. Eventually he and the others disassembled it into quarters, wrapped them in burlap so it wasn't such a gory sight, and loaded them onto horses for the return to the House Ianus labs.

****

Adam was shivering despite warmth of the cloak he acquired from Isabeau's manor. He was badly hurt, more so than he let on, and badly stressed. On top of that recovering from whatever Isabeau had done to his Talent had taken a psychical toll on him. Things felt sort of itchy in his brain, something he knew would go away with rest but the trick was lasting until then. The site of House Ianus was a welcome relief and as they rode up to the main entrance House servants were waiting as was Ren.

Servants quickly helped Adam and Lucie down and a hostler whisked the horse off to the stables. Adam pondered asking someone to return it but really what good would that do. There was no one there to tend it. He wondered if the ones still remaining in Isabeau's stables would survive till someone found them. Belatedly he wished he had take the time to fill water and hay troughs.

Ren waited until the other servants had disappeared about their duties and then drew close to Adam and Lucie.

“The site has been cleaned up. Nothing remains except an old mostly rotten mill. Miss Lily has been tended and left to sleep until she is done sleeping; I've made sure no one will bother her unless she requests it. Aleksandra has also been provided with everything she felt she needed to help her recover and the servants have orders to leave her alone unless she requests assistance. All that we acquired from the woods has been carefully stored in some of the older tunnels until further determinations can be made. Miss Lucie, breakfast and a hot bath stand waiting in your quarters, should you require anything else at this moment please let me know.”

“Master Adam I have your quarters ready; coffee and croissants await you there. Along with several new issues requiring your immediate attention.”

Adam was walking into the House only half listening. He came to a slow halt at his words. He was exhausted, he didn't want to deal with anything petty or the slightest bit unimportant right now.

“How immediate?”

Ren looked apologetic, even winced when he answered. “Two of them are very immediate.”

Adam grimly nodded. “Send a doctor, a large basin of the hottest water you can, whiskey, and bandages up to my office. I'll try and tackle those issues immediately then. Please make sure all that we brought with us from Isabeau's is stored with the rest of the remains of our adventure. It can be dealt with later.”

He handed his bundle of notes and records to Ren, excused himself to Lucie, and headed to his office. Ren had a knack for knowing what was truly an emergency, if he said some things needed to be dealt with then some things needed to be dealt with. But he was coming to realize he couldn't tackle all this alone. Perhaps it was time to find a new manservant and put Ren to work handling some of the lesser problems. It was something to think on anyway.

Adam had soaked his feet for over an hour to get them cleaned out so they could be bandaged. Ren had been right. The issues had needed immediate attention. One was simple enough, one of the societies members was going about murdering members of the local clergy. That couldn't be tolerated; it violated everything the society stood for and put it in danger to boot. He could find someone to handle that issue easily enough. But the other was another damn mystery and one that threatened the safety of the House itself. He would have to look into that more directly. He didn't believe in coincidences and this had three doozies of a coincidence. First though he had to get some rest.

****

Adam awoke pre-dawn two days later feeling reinvigorated and refreshed. His body still hurt and his wounds were still healing but his mind had cleared and he had energy flowing once more. He summoned Ren immediately.

The manservant answered quickly and Adam told him his plan, both for Ren to find him a suitable valet so Ren could handle lesser issues within the society and his plan to, hopefully, establish an exclusive group of the society members as discrete, paid, private inquiry agents to handle issues of psychical trouble in the future.

He would call Lily, Aleksandra, and Lucie to a breakfast meeting this morning and see if they would be interested; he would prefer to begin this endeavor with people trusted and he knew could face down even ungodly horrors and still manage to accomplish the goal.

Later that morning as he waited for them in his private study, he wanted no interruptions, he wondered if they would accept. This business of running and protecting the Society was only growing more difficult with time. He needed reliable help.
@mokley then I'm definitely interested. I usually know when I'm traveling. On the road I can't really write till we settle into a single location (with wifi) for awhile.
I'd be interested but have some issues. I travel quite a bit and am wondering if temporarily putting a character off to the side or making them inactive would be an acceptable possibility?
anyone mind if I post us a "back at the house" kind of wrap up post?
Yay! at the new post.
All going well. Just waiting on someone else to post. :-)
Brisa looked almost hurt at Argurios's statement. She even opened and closed her mouth a couple times, as if she wanted to say something but then decided not to. She could undo her own damn spell, most mages could, even if it took another day of study. Why would her friend think her so worthless? Hadn't she done, if not well at least better, as they traveled? Maybe because she couldn't fight he didn't think much of her other skills. She knew the rules of magic, the academic side of magic, as well as she knew her own name. That's where training always began...it never occurred to her others might not understand how magic worked. She only knew Argurios thought he would have to get help from some stranger in a city to undo the simple cantrip she planned to cast.

She hid her disappointment, and didn't meet his eyes as she called the spell up in her mind. She let the magic flow out of her into Argurios, turning his skin a muddy greenish color. Aiden was a grayish color, due to the fact it had been foggy and raining when she had cast her spell on him. Now in the clear evening without the rain or fog, she figured a more icky brown-green color would do better. It really was a revolting shade but it blended nearly perfect among the soggy greenery of the river bank. Except for his clothing and weapons of course, Brisa could only change one thing per casting of the spell. So, as when she cast it on Aiden, she focused on his skin as the most practical thing to camouflage.

“If we are still alive tomorrow I'll change you back. I can at least do that much” she muttered softly, still without looking at him.

She walked back over to their campsite and the shelter they had created from the tarp and boat, noting with some distress that the little wooden skiff had a huge break in it now. It must have happened in their fight but no one noticed. If they survivied they would need to be on foot again, and this time on the wild side of the river. As best she could remember of the little bit of map she had of the area all the villages were on the other side. Till they found a bridge or some sort of ford they were probably going to be forging through bush and tree for the next several days.

She knew they would stay here until Jaim moved on, she knew the others would want that. And Argurios was injured, not to mention all of them were physically exhausted in general. She had no idea, however, just how long they would be staying in one spot. She figured she'd better check on their supplies, what few they had, so they would be ready to go when the time came. It was fairly simple work that would allow her to practice her memory exercises.

All mages needed good memories and they had a variety of tricks and techniques they used to build up their memory. She moved quietly making a mental record of everything they had, while at the same time trying to recall the exact color of every flower they had seen since leaving home.

She looked over their supplies carefully. Aiden had lost his pack, but they had lost one of their party to the frogmen, or so she assumed, and his pack was available. Rumaging through it she saw it had a cape and a spare set of rough traveling clothing. They couldn't afford to leave anything useful behind and after pulling out the cape for herself, she had no cloak like the boys did, she set the pack aside for Aiden to use for his supplies. The extra clothing would come in useful for someone later she was sure. She also put their fallen comrade's knife in the pack, she had found it earlier along with a sturdy staff, on the riverbank. The staff she wondered about but maybe one of the boys could use it. She set it aside in plain view so they could take charge of it it if they wanted.

They couldn't do anything with the boat but the tarp they were using as part of their shelter they would want to take as well. It wasn't quite a tent but if they would need to travel the wild side of the river it would serve well for simple shelter. Her own satchel was rather packed full, containing all her carefully wrapped books as well as various components for her magery. There was no way she could add more to her satchel, she hoped the boys would have room in one of their packs.

Finally she looked at what sort of food they had. It wasn't much. Much had been ruined in the rain, they wouldn't want to loose what was left. She wrapped it all up carefully in a leather sack they had found in the stolen boat. She could tie it to her satchel if needed when the time came to go, for now that should keep it free of the damp and vermin.

Satisfied she had actually accomplished something she wrapped herself in her newly acquired cape, and tried to calm her mind. Now that she wasn't actively doing something her mind was free to wander to all the worries that plagued her, and all her fears for the future. She gave a heartfelt sigh and closed her eyes. She couldn't close her mind however, no matter how tired she was, and she slipped in and out of a fitful rest.
One thousand years ago superstition and the sword ruled. IT was an age of fear...Now we live again!!

My next post will be a denouement back at the House so anything you wanna wrap up in this segment now is the time for it.
As the adrenaline started to bleed off Adam felt a bone crushing weariness seep into his body. It was not just his exertion from the fight but also lingering effects from Isabeau's power on him. His Talent was not like others, in fact it was so vastly different even he didn't fully understand it. Unlike others his Talent was always in effect, the trouble came when he used his power too much or too little. It was a strange delicate balancing act. If he restrained his Talent fully, as Isabeau had done to him, the chaos of his mind threatened to pull him in and leave him in a catatonic state trapped in his own mind. Too much use and he started to see patterns in literally everything, from the way leaves grew on the trees to the throbbing of blood in his veins. It could quickly overwhelm his sanity.

Even as he gingerly made his way across the ground towards where he had heard Ren he could feel the precarious balance of his sanity slipping. He focused on the pain in his feet to keep in control. It was really quite excruciating. He could tell without looking they were badly cut and probably filled with grass and dirt. It would take quite some time to minster to them properly, time they probably didn't have.

He cast a glance over his shoulder at Aleksandra as she examined the creature. Good enough for now; though he hoped to figure out a way to take it with them. It was clearly devoid of whatever life powered it but it was still dangerous in the wrong hands. If they couldn't take it they would need to dismantle it at least .

Limping slowly he rounded the pile of random metallic junk that Ren and Lily were behind.

“She's bad Master Adam” said Ren softly as he saw Adam approach. His quick eyes took int the state of his Master and recognized the telltale signs of extreme fatigue; Adam wasn't in a good way either he could tell. Ren gave a quick nod to his jacket which was lying nearby, he had the foresight to set it aside for Adam before he gathered up Lily. The woman felt easily breakable in his arms, he was almost afraid to move, she seemed that weak. Ren was more worried than he let on but he trusted Adam to know what to do.

Adam grabbed the coat and shrugged it on, buttoning it as tight as it would go, thankful for at least the illusion of protection. Ren was a larger man than Adam, the jacket fell almost to his knees, a small fact but one he was grateful for. Still clutching his sword he moved over to kneel by Ren and Lily, startled when he felt a small weight against his leg. He reached into the pocket of Ren's coat and pulled out a small flask, arching an eyebrow at his servant as he did. Ren only shrugged back.

“Lily you should drink this” Adam said softly as he he pressed the flask into her hands. It will dull the pain and relax your body so Ren can carry you easier. He cast about for something, anything, that he could wrap his feet in. He needed something to tie them up, take some of the roughness from the ground, and keep them from bleeding further.

Ren guessed what he was looking for, he had a gift for knowing what Adam needed, and told him to use the sleeves of his coat. Adam nodded and quickly cut the lower parts of the sleeves off, tearing a few strips to use as bindings, folding the rest up to form the “sole” of these makeshift shoes. It took a few minutes, but it gave him time to collect his thoughts and breathe. He really wanted to go through the old buildings nearby, as well as take the creature back to House Ianus, but as badly hurt as everyone was there was no way they could do this alone. He needed to get back and have some others come do the cleanup work.

As Aleksandra joined them he stood, a bit unsteadily, but the pain was at least diminished. He wished he could have some of Ren's liquor but he didn't dare cloud his mind, not yet. Aleksandra's comment on his “friends” he gave her a strangely dark smile. “In this particular instance that will be rectified as soon as I get a chance. We are all entitled to a little madness, but she was abusing the privilege.”

Even as he finished speaking he heard the sound of footsteps coming through the forest and he could tell it was not Isabeau, but it was considerably heavier than Lucie. Grabbing his sword he stepped carefully around the pile of metal and looked down the path, mentally bracing himself for another fight.

The relief when he saw it was Lucie almost made him go limp again. Almost. It was the bundle over Lucie's shoulder that kept the steel in his body. He hoped she was dead, but he could tell it was a vain hope. He could see her moving slightly, must just be coming too after being knocked unconscious.

As Lucie dropped the woman near him he thought over everything that Isabeau had been through. Then he thought about everything she had done: there was good...she was a fantastic doctor, one of the best healers in the society. But her recent actions had destroyed anything good she had ever done, there was no telling how many people she had killed to create her Creature, and there was no telling what it had done since it clearly had been visiting the city regularly it could have destroyed any number of lives. Every one of the problems they had been investigating had led back to her, and he suspected there was more to her madness they hadn't even uncovered.

As Isabeau go to her knees Adam made his decision and didn't hesitate. With the speed of a striking snake he drove his sword through the woman's eye, making sure to pierce the brain. A second stroke slit her throat and he made sure to verify she was truly dead before turning his odd colored eyes to Lucie.

“Our work is not yet done tonight. Come.”

He turned and and headed back to the others, leaving Isabeau's body where it fell.

“Ren, take Lily back to the House. Ensure she gets medical attention from House Doctors immediately and have the cook make up some bone broth for her to eat after she gets some rest. She will need to rebuild her strength. Look after her till I get back. Also send some members here to clean up this mess, I'm thinking Deveric can pick three or four trustworthy members who will know what to look for, and what to bring back versus what to be destroyed.”

“Aleksandra, Lucie, I hate to ask this after all you've done this day, but I need to get back to Isabeau's manor and deal with what I find there. If one or both of you would accompany me I would appreciate the assistance. Sadly we don't have horses so we must get there on foot.”

Adam wasn't sure he was up to the challenge of the walk to Isabeau's house but what other choice was there. Her notebooks and research couldn't be left unattended. She had horses at least, and a carriage, they could use to remove whatever they could back to House Ianus.

“Master you can't walk there, not like that” said Ren in protest.

“Ren. Drop it. I will do what must be done. That is the way of things.” Adam's voice was cold and stern, but he couldn't keep all the exhaustion and pain out. “I will see you later, be safe old friend.” And with that he turned and started his slow way back down the path that led to Isabeau's manor.
@orcpunx & @Jollan anyone alive?
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