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  1. As soon as the spell formed in the clearing, Ainsworth felt a second draw of power, greater than the first, as the figures took shape and began to move. It felt like weights had been suddenly tied to his limbs and the temperature had been dropped by 20 degrees. The sudden fatigue would be worrying at any other time, but his full concentration was focused solely on keeping the illusion intact as it projected further and further away from their hiding spot. He kept his head down and continued to silently mouth the words to the spell and feed it more magic. It was nerve wracking not being able to to see what was going on above. There was a loud crack as the branch finally split. He heard voices saying words of warning and the sound of quick movement as the branch hit the ground with a thud. There were noises of confusion before a few voice rose up, yelling, "In the trees! Go!" and "They're getting away!" Footsteps neared then passed the bank, going deeper into the forest. A crossbow fired from up ahead. Ainsworth let out a shaky sigh of relief and looked over at Luna. "Good shot," he whispered. He started to shimmy further down the bank into the bushes. It looked like there was a second slope further down from where they were. He froze as he heard another set of footsteps approaching the bank. A bandit must have doubled back or had lagged behind the group. They cast a shadow over the thicket as they stopped close to the edge of the bank. Ainsworth looked back at Luna with wide eyes. His face had gone pale. If she had another plan, this was a good time to use it.
  2. The trees were dense and the ground was uneven, but Ainsworth didn't slow as he and Luna wove through the forest, bolts zipping overhead. A low hanging branch in his path scratched his face as he stumbled over a rock. The shield spell flickered behind them and slowly distorted, leaving gaps in the middle. He was too preoccupied with not falling that he couldn't keep the shield in one form. A bolt hit the top edge, sending a ripple through the entire spell. He wasn't sure it would stop the next one or shatter upon impact. Luna shouted his name and joined him. He met her gaze and saw where she was looking and the knife in her hand. His eyes, previously wide with fear and exertion, narrowed as he pieced together her plan. It could work. It was a million-to-one shot, but it could work. "Do it." He was out of breath, but there was urgency in his voice. There was a bank that dipped down behind a cluster of bushes further ahead to the side of the direction they were running. "Luna, you see the thickets?" He reached into his pocket and pulled out the small bag of glass dust. Without stopping he smeared his thumb through the blood that had welled to the surface of his cheek, reached up and yanked a hair from the horse's mane, and dropped both into the bag. There wasn't time to get anything from Luna, so he would have to make the illusion from reference. The shield spell flickered one last time, then dropped completely. A bolt cut through the air too closely for comfort as he began focusing on the spell. he felt the familiar drain of energy as it started to activate and he almost tripped. One person was difficult enough. Two people and a horse could be a problem. He just hoped Luna's distraction would be enough. He raced forward and veered off towards the bushes, hoping that Luna would follow suit. The bank was steeper than he thought and he slid for a second before he was able to stop and peer over the top. The horse eventually slid down too and disappeared further down into the bushes after a few seconds of force. He listened for the sound of a falling branch. If it didn't fall, he waited until Luna was nearby before throwing the now red hot pouch of components as far away from them as possible and ducking down. It would land in a clear space between the trees and a silent illusion of two people and a horse raced off through the woods. It was far from perfect. They moved through the occasional bush and tree trunk, their forms were fuzzy, and they cast no shadow, but it was a decent illusion considering the circumstances. Depending on Luna's success and the success of his spell, he tensed as he waited to see if they would have to keep fleeing.
  3. Ainsworth tried his best to keep up with Luna, but as more bolts cut through the air around them, he started to fall behind as they spooked his horse. He had to tug it forward, trying to keep it moving away from the chaos. He stumbled back with a yell of surprise as a bolt cut through the space between his head and the horse. The horse reared up on to its hind legs and it was all Ainsworth could do to keep his grip on the lead, much less keep running. There was a flash of white in his periphery. A bandit's pale face beneath a hood peered out from behind a nearby tree. Their crossbow was aimed directly at him. Ainsworth panicked. He let go of the lead and brought his hands up in front of him in a defensive gesture, spouting the garbled words for a defensive spell. A translucent, shimmering wall, about 3 feet tall and wide, formed between him and the bandit just as the bolt shot forward from the crossbow. It bounced off the wall, but Ainsworth staggered as the spell threatened to crumble. It wasn't a component-backed spell, so it would only stay up as long as he could keep it up. And judging from the situation around them, it wouldn't be long. He grabbed control of the horse again and guided it forward as fast as he could. He was several yards behind Luna at this point and would fall further behind if she didn't slow. "Get into the trees," he shouted at her. "We're sitting ducks out here!" Hopefully, they would be harder to hit inside the woods. At the very least, it would buy them precious time. He ran for an opening in the trees off the left side of the road ahead. His shield spell followed close behind him. If Luna got close enough, the protection would extend to her. All he could do now was keep running and hope they could figure something out before it was too late.
  4. He was acutely aware of of Luna's building apprehension as well as his own. Out of the corner of his eye he saw her hand brush against a weapon and he felt a chill of fear run up his spine. His breath caught as memories of razor sharp twin blades added fuel to the growing fire of anxiety building within him. There was a hollow pit in his stomach and his fingers unconsciously worried away at whatever he was holding. He focused on putting one foot in front of the other. Just keep walking and everything would be okay. Her voice sent a cold wave of dread sweeping through him. He twisted around again. This time, he caught the blur of motion as something decidedly humanoid moved through the trees. Ainsworth snapped back forward. His face was pale and his hands were beginning to shake. "Shit," he whispered. "Shit shit shit shit." He began to walk faster. He automatically reached into his jacket and fumbled around within the inside pockets. He couldn't remember the last time he took inventory. Did he even have anything left? There were two fire packets, one dwindling bag of glass dust, and a few miscellaneous components. It might be enough to get away if they were lucky. He could feel the hagstone inside its secret pocket and he morbidly wondered who's pocket it would return to if things ended badly. There was no safety of a caravan to give them a fighting chance. He risked another glance back. There was a flash of movement behind a different cluster of trees. His eyes snapped back too late to where the bandit with the crossbow was. The weapon was raised and sighted at them. Ainsworth whirled back around. There was a loud crack as the crossbow bolt whizzed overhead and hit the trunk of a nearby tree, sending out an explosion of bark. A yell went up in the woods around them. "Run!" He yelled. He would grab Luna's arm to drag her along if she didn't start moving right away.
  5. "It sounds like you're pretty well traveled then," he said, nodding along as she talked. "No, I'm not from union city. Just passing through." He hesitated for a moment. "Actually, I'm from Ballard Bay originally. If it was still on the map, I'd recommend a few good bars. As it is, I can give you the names of a few places in Union City if you go back someday." He absentmindedly rubbed the back of his neck. It felt weird to mention his hometown again. Between leaving as a young adult and living in the South for the last few years, it wasn't a topic of conversation he frequently found himself in. Usually when people asked, he just told them he was from Valjer and the conversation ended there. Ainsworth started as a sudden snap of a branch from behind them dragged him out of his head. His grip instinctively tightened on the horse's lead as he looked over his shoulder at the empty road. "Gods, I'm jumpy." he muttered. He nervously fiddled with a loose thread on his shirt and he checked over his shoulder again. As the shadows lengthened it became harder to tell what was merely a strange bush or something more sinister. Was that a deer or someone with a crossbow? He blinked and the forest was empty again. "Sorry. I thought I saw something. I mean, I didn't- obviously..." He forced a laugh. "You know, if there were bandits- and I'm not saying there are- they would probably be looking for company too. I'd imagine it would get pretty boring out here. No one for miles... far enough away from the city to evade the local militia but close enough to sell stolen goods... only the occasional caravan coming through areas where it would be easy to surround and separate anyone protecting it." His ramblings trailed off. He tried to smile, but the familiar growing feeling of anxiety in his chest made it difficult. Something wasn't right. "It's probably irrational, but I really hope we spot that inn soon."
  6. You’re not wrong. The villain is normal Cheshire Cat. Then you have fat cat, hot cat, furry, royal cat, and sweet cat. Also a bird is there.
  7. Ainsworth motioned back at his horse. There was a mix of containers strapped to its back that held a mix of supplies and cargo. "I'm on a long haul job. A shipping company In Union City wanted letters and some cargo delivered to one of their offices on the West coast. I took airships for as far as I could, but I couldn't get a seat on one headed this way soon enough, so I'm walking the last stretch." He looked mildly concerned when Luna mentioned that a nearby town warned her of bandits. He hadn't expected bandit activity this far out. It gave him an uneasy feeling, but he didn't say anything. He found himself more aware of the sounds going on around them. Each time the wind or a small animals rustled the the plants around them, the little voice of doubt in the back of his mind whispered, 'what if...' He made an exaggerated face of displeasure as she joked with him. "I'm not a picky eater, but that would be cruel," he laughed. "Don't jinx us, please. I'm begging you. i'm holding out for the good food." He was enjoying the company. It was nice to finally talk to someone for more than a passing word. "So," he said, switching topics before he got too hungry, "Are you from the Carmine Dominion originally or is it just where you're coming from? I've been to a lot of the major cities in there. There's some nice places."
  8. "It's nice to meet you, Luna," he replied. His eyes widened into an expression of alarm and concern as she described her encounter. He swore quietly and looked away. Of course she seemed wary of him, a stranger. Anyone would be after that. "I-... I'm sorry that happened to you." He wasn't sure what to say. Her story cut a little too deep for comfort. It was a familiar tale. It didn't matter how many good people you could meet on the road if your journey was cut short by the few people who fit the description of monster better than person. It wasn't unusual to hear of violence on the wilderness road. It was unusual, though, to hear of a lone traveler surviving the encounter. "I'm glad you're still here," he said, lightening his tone again to match hers. "I'm sure the military or any good job would be happy to have you." He returned her smile at her last comment. "Hopefully not. I can't imagine any bandits being successful out here. It's a bit hard to rob people if there's no people to rob. The worst I've heard so far are the wolves, but I haven't seen them yet. If our luck holds out and there's an inn around here, we won't have to worry about either. Then, my only worry is what to eat. Imagine a hot, home cooked meal. A meaty stew with a chunk of fresh bread on the side and a cup of ale. I think I could die happy at that point." If on cue, his stomach growled and he laughed. "Maybe I shouldn't get my hopes up yet."
  9. He smiled when she accepted his offer. "Let's hope for good fortune, then." With a few tugs on the horse's lead, he fell into step beside her. He avoided meeting her gaze when she sought eye contact, but otherwise seemed content as they walked down the dirt road. "I'm Ainsworth, by the way. My friends call me Ains." He didn't ask for her name, but left the conversation open should she wish to offer it in return. Names were personal things when one was in the middle of nowhere. He had met a few travelers on back roads who's anonymity was more precious to them than gold. "It's been about three days for me. The last people I saw were at the crossroad. They told me there's been increased bandit activity on the Western roads, so I came this way. It seemed like a good idea at the time." He laughed quietly and rubbed the back of his neck. "You know, most things seem like a good idea when you first think of them. You never really know how'll they work out in the end." His last statement was supposed to lighthearted, but an unintentional, bitter undertone seeped into his words. "At least I've been lucky and haven't run into anything too bad yet. How about you?" he asked. "Has your journey been kind to you?"
  10. "Ah." Ainsworth's smile waned as she confirmed she was lost too. His face scrunched up as he thought about what to do next. Althea was several days away. It would be just as easy to keep going towards the city at this point. He had hoped he was closer to a town than they actually were. He was no stranger to sleeping under the stars, but this part of the country could be hostile and many restless nights spent staying alert were beginning to take their toll. "Well, thank you anyways. At least I know which direction to keep walking now." He folded and tucked away his map with a resigned look on his face before glancing up at the sun. There were still a few hours of light left in the day. He turned towards Luna. "Would you like to walk together for a bit?" He asked. "Maybe the luck of two wanderers will find us an inn or a caravan. At the very least, some company would be nice- if you're willing, of course. I'm afraid the horse isn't a very good conversationalist."
  11. There was a man on the road ahead. He was human, tall, lanky, and looked like most travelers coming through this part of the world-- dusty. He had freckled, olive skin and a hooked nose that had obviously been broken in the past. His hair was tied back into a low ponytail that hung down to his shoulder blades and a few days worth of scruff covered his jaw. One hand held the lead to a stout packhorse that waited slowly behind him, stealing leaves from the greenery on the side of the road, while its owner stared at a map with furrowed brows. Ainsworth had been on this road for hours, but the longer he tried to make sense of his surroundings, the more uncertain he became. He heard the sound of footsteps behind him and startled. When he twisted around to see who was approaching, his face changed from surprise to relief at the sight of a lone traveler. "Thank the gods," he breathed. He offered a small smile and stepped towards the side of road so he wouldn't block her path. "Good afternoon," he called out to Luna. "I'm sorry to ask, but are you coming from... well, anywhere, I guess? I can't find any landmarks out here. I swear, it's like the wilderness wants me to get lost." He laughed, but there was a tone of seriousness in his face.
  12. Hi! If you don’t mind my replies being on the shorter end of things, I’d like to join 🙂
  13. Worms don't have to do math. I would like to become a worm.

    That is all.

    1. supernal

      supernal

      Some have to make fertilizer and others silk tho. Laborer worms 

    2. AngryCacti

      AngryCacti

      Ah, to be a worm making silk or fertilizer. Though it is indeed labor, it involves no math. I shall eat, sleep, and producd sobsfancws lf value.

      A worm life is the life for me 

  14. "-I heard that it was the Lagrimosa police force." "No way. They don't even know how to spell Jigoku in Lagrimosa. It was a rival dealer. Part of the Sato family." "What? You believe the Sato family has enough firepower to damage a ship?" "It's a better theory than your mysterious Lagrimosa police." Ithim and Helena signed back and forth to each other from their seats in the birth of the airship. The light was dim below decks, but that didn't stop the two friends from having an involved debate while Hamilin watched with a bemused expression from the sidelines. There were a few other people mulling about, but they kept to themselves. Early morning cargo flights tended to be sparse on passengers. Even if they were close enough and happened to understand this particular dialect of Genesarin sign, Ithim and Helena babbled faster than they eye could follow. Hamlin could feel a headache coming on as she tried to keep up. It had been easy enough to catch the airship going north. A few coins in the hand of the first mate and they were welcomed aboard without any fuss. It would be several hours and they would have to stop along the way, but they would eventually arrive in Jigoku. The letter was sparse on details. Hamlin didn't know what to expect once she arrived. With the company split between an important deal and matters overseas, resources were stretched thin. Their sphere of influence operated on the faith that should dissent begin, it would be squashed before it could fester. It was an easy policy to enforce five years ago when all the members of the Grey Feathers could fit in one room. Now, with the company beginning to spread its wings across the country, it was hard to enforce such absolute loyalty at all times. She would need a plan of action.
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