This section allows you to view all posts made by this member. Note that you can only see posts made in areas you currently have access to.
Messages - Aphel
Always assisting and in the background, doing the paperwork with persistance and desire for precision, was Kaelan. He seldomly tried to enter conversations, unless he was asked specifically. His main focus was his work, and helping Elly and Andrew.
A young elf, dressed in sturdy and rugged clothes, peeks into the shop for a moment. He looks at Ferrit, Daniel and Celador, curious about what just happened. "Uhm...what's going on?" Perhaps yet another extortion racket. Perhaps a druid in disagreement with the guild. Perhaps a disgruntled customer. Weird stuff. He liked weird stuff, at times.
For a moment, he calmly glanced into the realm beyond, staring at the vibrating, swirling, morphing fabric of the Al'Noth, allowing it to flow through him. Just a small glance, cantrips and all. A calm onlooker, not even a witness nor an author able to write down in elegant words the drama and tragedies that slowly started to show everywhere. For now, he read magic, a reflex, scanning for residue or anything that might linger around, just barely outside his normal senses. And what were his normal senses anyway.
"Once you have divination weavings, everything starts looking like a nail that needs a thorough ... examination."
Calmly states, silently, with his slow, rythmical words. The Guard should have this under control. Of course, unless the Reids brought presents along.
A small smile curled the elf's lips. This was, alltogether, better than expected. New tasks to be done, possibly beyond his paygrade, but perhaps he could learn something here or there, if the Reids and Emily would take him along for the ride. And it was a big if. Neither Emily nor the Protector would ever allow for that, past actions considered. The Captain would, perhaps, give an order. Perhaps not -
Either way, it would change little. "It is a lot of work to cover all angles, all places - we might need some more people, properly gifted and inclined. And the enemy knows our faces, and is making his next step in this deadly dance. We have little in time and people we can waste." His voice was silent, he spoke in ryhme, carefully and deliberate as if savoring every word, every syllable in regards to their poethic and rythmic pronounciation.
Remaining in the background, as ever - the elf with the silver hair and the painted face, a chain of small, engraved links made of different sorts of metal (but all, it seems, with a certain amount of silver within the alloy) wrapped around his right arm. He did neither speak, nor did the small, amused smile disappear from his face. Good news, and not good news. There was a chance for them now, indeed - yet a dangerous one. Rhyme and Reason bounced back and forth in his head, with less than good results, and so he remained silent. Nothing to say, really.
A small fire in an old, deserted cave beneath a cold, starfilled night sky. Muffled conversations of rangers returning or going out on patrol, about the weather, events or gear fading away into the background and giving way to the nocturnal symphony outside. Here, in the twilight of distant starlight and the homely flicker of a campfire stood a small silhouette, two amber-colored eyes stared up at the strange ballet on the night sky.
When he woke the next morning, he decided to hurry south, to make an inquiry.
William stays a few more days, writing a detailed report about the incident and their findings, interviewing all those involved with a great attention to detail about not only what they found, but also why and their interpretation of it, he himself taking a neutral stance, orienting himself on facts while trying to assess the overall tragedy that had transpired.
Additionally, he writes down a description of Riley Walters at the time of the incident and a detailed description of his actions, suggesting an investigation in the grounds of "inciting violence and rebellion against the laws of the land, wrongful claims of serving Rofirein and conspiring with dark forces to cause terror, death and chaos in the Protectorate".
He makes copies of both writings and sends one copy of them to the hands of Commander Lance Stargazer, and, as no more immediate trouble arises, leaves the town and heads back to Hilm Castle.
"'Scuse me, Sir?"
William turned and acknowledged the apprentice's presence with a nod. "What is it?", he asked calmly. He didn't note any fear or sense of urgency in the young man's demeanor, so he felt at ease - at least for now.
"Some folks of the Ankh came into the village justa few minutes ago. Ironarm said I should go tell you."
William nodded with a smile. "Thank you and your master. I'll go to them immediately." Maybe Orn was among them. He certainly hoped so.
And indeed she was, and his heart jumped for a brief moment. He greeted them respectfully, helped them to settle in and shared with them what he had found so far.
By the time the answered the call of bell, a huge crowd has already gathered. William spotted Armand and Arfur, the latter already busy in taming the mob. The palm of his hand resting on the pommel of the long sword on his side, he made his way through the crow annd looked around for Orn, Naoniasa and Vesichi.
His attention came to rest at the girl, and he asked the Hand of Virtue for guidance and judgement on her mental state and soul.
William studies and talk with Cinestral, to see whether the man has sufficient mental strength and integrity to resist attempts of deceit and such. He also tries to find out what he knows of that hunch that there's some evil near the village and what he knows of the Mae family, where they get their resources from and whether there are places they were going regularly.
He then takes an evening off and makes copie of his notes, including his recent findings, and hands one copy to the priest and the other to the smith, telling them both that there might be some reinforcements coming from Hilm or elsewhere, and that he would be going on a patrol. He also gives them both a small amount of coin, enough to pay for food and room for up to two people.
He then goes looking for Armand and asks him wether he wants to join him on his search for what he describes as "a vague lead on some evil lurking nearby". He gives Orn and other people that might be coming from Hilm another day to arrive, then he sets out with whoever is coming along.
William begins to meticulously noting down everything he finds, keeping it to a collection of facts, a sort of investigation or field report. He keeps a copy with himself and hides another copy just in case. Moreover, he continues his duties as a paladin of The Hand of Virtue, as a craftsman and as a investigator. He tries to find out if somebody traveled through the village before the incident, or any strange happenings took place long before the tragic event: where and ruins unearthed or discovered, or are they known to the people here? What is the history of the family, are there any troubles, problems etc known? In regards to the latter question, he tries to identifiy key persons to the villages social and spiritual life.
Upon meeting Armand, he greets him with a polite nod and a small smile.
"Greetings to you as well, Armand. A surprise to see you here." He grins at the man's remarks on following him. "Hardly so, but it's sure a nice thing to see a familiar face.
No, I have not heard anything about them. ...Hm. It's actually the first time you mention them to me, I think. Would you enlighten me towards who or what they are? Some sort of nefarious group of corrupted wizards, warlocks and engineers?"
He pauses for a moment.
"I am here patrolling the lands, trying to keep the people save from the evil that always lurks and lingers, and to help them where and how I can. Something bad happened here, and I'm trying to find out the what, the why and the how. Tis place sure has seen enough war, hardship and madness."
When Armand addresses the smith, William turns around and greets the man with a nod.
After looking for lodging, William looks around for what there is to do, living among the people and silently studying them, providing what skills he has to help their community, always on the lookout for the subtle feelings of evil. He roams the surroundings of the village and tries to learn what he can about the village's history as well as the history of the families and people that live within. What little spare time he can find is devoted to maintaining -if already existing - or building a small shrine for the Great Leader and improving the villages mental and physical defenses.
Life went on as usual, and nobody ever seemed to care that he was listening to the gossip going on. While gossip was necessarily inaccurate and full of lies, half-truths and other things that did not make it a sufficiently factual foundation for decisions, it was interesting to listen to and carefully deduce information from it. And what had happened in his mind with more trivial talk happened again when he overheard two caravaneers talking.
So nobody ever seems to care about educating them about all the magical things and horrors that exists. Who values their sleep so much, honestly. Then again, if they knew ... no, let's not go there. They were afraid and wanted revenge. That's bad. Also, what makes a child do just that?