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Farya and Wolyo both exchanged glances with one another as the other woman left. The words ‘mate material’ echoed dully in Farya’s head. Sadly, the kind of words did not seem to hold any amount of impact over her. A distant feeling told her that she was supposed to be overjoyed, but it didn’t come. The masked woman’s head slowly tilted, when she noticed her companion… beaming over the words. Tail wagging vigorously and tongue lolling out.

With a small shrug, she gently stroked behind the large companion’s ears and turns towards the oldest of the group.

“Those who are wise knows the dangers of silvered manes. The most dangerous of men, are those who grow old in a world where the young dies quickly. And where most seek out peaceful lives when oblivion nears, you march on by the sword, the sword is your world, and it shall be what takes you. Tell me, what are you to yourself and others?”

Roderick had turned from the group and began walking toward the exit when he heard the woman’s voice behind him. He turned his head only slightly toward her, showing his good eye.

”I am Roderick. Others have come to know me as the Iron Bear in some corners of the empire. And, you?”

His tone wasn’t intentionally uninviting, but the aged and rough sound of his voice made it seem as though he spoke in low grumbles and growls.

Gaius was content to simply listen to the conversation between the old man and the wildling and her wolf while he followed the older man’s lead to exit the throne room. Maybe he would go to the castle’s quartermasters and get his provisions from them?

That was until the older man had mentioned the moniker ‘the Iron Bear.’ Gaius paused in his movements. It had been nearly four years when he had last heard of the name. ‘Could this old man be the same Iron Bear that was with the band of mercenaries? The same band that had aided him in wiping out a bandit clan and saved his life? No...no thats unlikely.’ Even if he had dismissed the thought, Gaius now listened more intently to the conversation between the two.

The mask woman was undaunted by the man’s rumblings. Rather, found them curious. In a way, the voice was very similar to Wolyo’s. A low rumbling thunder with barely any malice to back it on a pleasant day. Yet like the wolf, it was the sort of voice one picks up from a life lived in blood.

He’s avoiding the question… Wolyo’s voice echoed in her head. A low teeth bearing growl for those who don’t share such a bond.

The woman, remained still for a few seconds. Her face unseen, and her eyes hidden by the mask. Eventually, she took a step forward. Than another, and again, and soon she was walking towards the door. Wolyo hot on her heels, with his head raised to glare at the older man.

“Farya. My companion is Wolyo. I did not mean your name however. What are you in spirit, in life, and in death, Iron Bear?”

At that, Roderick fully turned to face the woman with his grizzled and scarred features. He looked down at the woman, one eye still with its golden brown color and the other lifeless and gray under the scar running down and across it, and barked out a soft laugh.

”I am a lucky fuck who’s survived longer than he should have living by the blade.”

That was the statement Gaius waited for. This old man could just be someone who was posing as as the renowned Iron Bear, but Gaius needed answers now. He turns to face the two, before speaking his mind and asking the older man if he was indeed the person he was thinking of. ”Sir Roderick. I could not help but overhear that you were the well known ‘Iron Bear.’” He pauses for a moment, thinking if this was the proper decision before speaking up again.

“If that were true…would you mind telling me which pass near Ferros did your band manage to slay a bandit chief and saved a small group of sellswords four years ago?” This was it. If the man answered correctly, there would be no doubt that he was the one who had rescued him and his comrades. May it be intentional or unintentional, Gaius still needed to pay respects to the man who had saved his life all those years ago.

Roderick glanced over to the other warrior type and looked him up and down a moment, taking in the armor and axe.

”I’m no knight. It’s just Roderick. Four years ago… Was the Anvil Pass if my memory hasn't completely left me. Which side were you on at the Pass?”

Gaius couldn't help but grin at the answer of the older man. The man he was speaking to was indeed the same one that rescued him and his comrades. “I am unsure if you still remember, but my comrades and I were one of the individuals that were captured by that clan of bandits. Had you and your band not come, I along with my comrades would surely perished.” Gaius then takes a knee before pacing a clenched fist onto his chest. “My comrades may no longer be with us to express their gratitude but, on their behalf and mine, I thank you for saving our lives. I may not know how I could possibly repay you for your deeds but know well that if you need aid, I will answer without question.”

As the other man kneeled, Roderick felt a wave of discomfort wash over him. The others gathered in the throne room would surely see. Now they would ask more questions or even assume he was some sort of hero when in truth he was nothing of the kind.

”Please, friend, don’t kneel to me.”

Roderick offered a hand and pulled Gaius to his feet before continuing.

”If you feel the need to repay me, buy me a drink before we head out on the road together.”

Gaius gives the man a nod and a smile before responding. “You are humble man, Roderick. I will take up your offer.”

Farya had paused by doorway, and turned to look towards the two. The wildling woman had seen the whole ordeal. But she made no comment on the matter. It’s not even clear if such a gesture that Gaius was doing had any meaning to her. Well, any meeting originally, as if it was true - she might be able to make an educated guess on what it meant.

“It seems you’re more than a ‘lucky fuck’ to others than you claim,” she hummed. Her tone had shifted just slightly into a note of humor. “However, if that is the answer I will get. Than I will accept it.”

Turning his gaze back to the woman in furs, Roderick gave a small nod with a smirk on his old features.

”It is, for now.”

“If there are no questions for me, I must be off. I sense I am not a welcome sight here,” her head gestured along towards the door where two guards were eyeing her massive companion. Wolyo in turn flashed them his teeth with a thunderous growl, causing both to lurch back and tightening their grips on their weapons.

“But no matter. It is a long journey and supplies are short. Wolyo and I shall gather enough food to last. However…” she paused. Her gaze shifted between both men thoughtfully and rested on the older two. Intending the first few words for him specifically. “Do not dare to die on us yet. I've seen signs of those smart enough to profit from desperation. Brave enough to hunt in our territory and seek out impunity. The evidence lies in ruins along the roads. Bodies strewn about, and rivers of red rolling through the grass to merge into a single lake.”
Searat, Tangletail, and I are currently working on a collab.
@Searat - With Roderick, Gaius and Farya?
@Tangletail -
Sounds good to me.
The next round should probably be collab posts. Anyone have plans for any?
Roderick watched the court mage move on to others gathered in the hall and now noticed two more individuals he had not. He took the wooden mask affixed to the woman’s face in first and then rested his eyes on the dire wolf. Not a massive thing but large enough to act as a mount and be much more fearsome than a typical wolf in the wilds. The other was a wisp of a girl who looked some years older than the children, but she carried a staff and looked intently at the king’s mage. Hopefully that meant she was, herself, a mage. Having a mage along, even a youthful one, could prove useful. He made a note to keep an eye on her as well; the wildling and her wolf looked more than capable, however. Already he was falling into old habits of picking out the youngest and greenest looking in the group and deciding to keep a watch on them. This would be different though. They weren’t riding into war, paid from a noble’s coffers. They were searching for answers. The most they’d need an old war horse like him would be for bandits or the like along the rode. Still, bandits could be dangerous in their own right.

As the others began to speak up after being marked as they were, Roderick simply listened to them and what they had to say. The boy was primarily concerned with food, the other warrior with the younger girl getting warmer clothes, the skulker with forming some semblance of a plan and a heading, the younger girl with the other warrior minding his own business, the wildling also with the girl, and the mage girl with the dire wolf. A strange bunch of individuals to be sure. He hadn’t intended on speaking up just yet, but seeing the look in the girl’s eyes brought back memories of his father’s pride and the pride of the younger men he marched with. He shifted his cloak lined with a bear pelt and slipped his gauntlet back on, eyeing the younger girl.

"They're right, little one. Pride will kill you in this world," he voice was deep and carried the hoarse tone of age, ”If you refuse to take what is being offered before we set out and succumb to the chill then you pose a risk and bring us a step closer to failure.”

Having said his piece, Roderick turned to the wiry man in the hood and the boy as he was scooping up his set of cartographer’s tool.

”I agree. Kaafara will be a good place to start,” Roderick said with a nod then knelt to eye level with the boy, ”You seem uneasy about returning. Don’t worry. Stay near me.”

He stood again, his joints popping softly under his armor, and looked to each of the group in turn with a nod.
I should have a post up later on today for the old-timer.
Managed to find some unexpected free time and get it up sooner than I thought I would.
The silvery piece of string lay forgotten in the muck, its once haunting glow now gone. Alistair skulked back into the forest, courched low and stepping softly. The forest soon swallowed him in its black maw, his black clothing melding with the shadows of night. He moved in the general direction of the monastery according to his map and kept the other Seekers to his left based on what he gathered from using the crow’s sight. It was a relatively simple ritual to prepare, only needing a mixed concoction of powdered barberry root and calamus root and then the use of wine to act as a catalyst for the mixture. After doing that it was a simple feat of soaking a loop of silver thread in the wine and powder and then plucking a piece of the creature or husk you wished to see through and potentially control. In Alistair’s experience is was much easier to control weaker-willed beasts, like the crow. It was also much easier to get a piece of smaller beasts.

As he made his way through the forest, Alistair checked over his bandolier of vials to make sure they were all secure and intact. So far, he had come through unscathed, though the same couldn’t be said for his guide. He didn’t dwell on the memory too much. It was the boy’s fault for following when he had repeatedly been told to leave. He had been the one to make too much noise and draw a group of those things right to him. Still, Alistair had managed to turn the disaster into luck and skulk away as the Decayed attacked the guide.

Something disturbed the undergrowth ahead of him, and he froze in place. He controlled his breathing as one of the Decayed hobbled through the thick brush. It turned its head side to side as it limped. Vines grew up around its body, leaves budding from each vine, and its skin looked to be covered in a strange mix of mud and bark. Half of its head was overgrown with brush and leaves. As it turned,Alistair saw the eye on the overgrown half was completely covered, and its other eye was glass and white. He sucked in breath slowly and quietly, waiting for the thing to pass by. Its left drug the ground as it slowly made its way across Alistair’s intended path. It turned its head toward him once but didn’t seem to take notice of the Seeker standing near it. Another, louder disturbance drew its and Alistair’s attention. Five more of the monstrosities limped out from the brush.

“Shit,” Alistair hissed and made for one of the trees. His footsteps were quick but light so as to not disturb the twigs and dried leaves. He leaned against the tree and hunkered down, listening to the things shuffle ahead of him. None of them seemed to have spotted or heard him. Peaking around the tree, he watched as the group disappeared from view in the forest. He let out a soft exhalation of breath and leaned his head against the tree.

“Too close…”

The remainder of his trek through the forest was uneventful, and he eventually made it to the base of the path up to the monastery, but he did not immediately hike up. Instead, he leaned against a tree off the right of the path and watched as others approached and made their way up. He noted what he could about the others summoned to this hidden place. When there was enough of a pause in the other arriving, he made his own way up and was greeted by the maidens there. He gave them a curt nod and continued past them without a word. Finally within the walls, he wondered the halls. A door banged open ahead of him, and a scraggly-looking fellow flew out of it. Alistair raised an eyebrow at him and stepped around a corner in the cross section of halls to not be seen himself. He watched the man a moment before taking back to the halls.

He found his own way to the meeting place and saw all the other Seekers and they him. As the Vicar explained her reasons for summoning the group, Alistair watched his surroundings and chose to stay to the back of the group. He saw the movement behind the Vicar before the creatures fully emerged. As its grotesque shape came into full view and it lunged forward, Alistair was already moving away from it and darted behind a chipped and crumbling pillar. He pulled a vial from his bandolier; this contained a mixture of dandelion and asafoetida. With a soft pop Alistair pulled the cork out with his teeth and spat it away while pulling out two knives balanced for throwing. With a steady hand, he poured the mixture over his knives, and they began glowing with a faint green light. Taking a deep breath, Alistair ducked out from the opposite side of the pillar and took aim. He waited for an opening in the melee between the beast and other Seekers and then launched his knives. They spun through the air, leaving a faint green afterimage. Alistair ducked back behind the pillar as one of his knives found purchase in the beast’s flesh, and the other grazed it. Should his potion take affect, the Pallid Maiden would now be seeing false images of the Seekers appearing near the real thing.
I'm working on a post that will bring Alistair to the monastery and up to th battle. I will hopefully have I up later today some time.
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