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It had taken them the better part of the day and night to reach their first campsite which consisted of a well, a patch of bare land to set up tents and a few posts to tie animals to; nothing fancy. Here they met up with a second group of Watch members. Their leader was a spear-wielding woman by the name Helena Swiftrun who led a team of four men, each rather gifted in their craft of choice; a builder who was rather fond of his war hammer, a swordsman, a bowman, and a wilderness guild that was deadly with a pair of throwing knives. She had taken first watch while her team lay sleeping out in the open on their bedrolls. Bayon signalled for his group to halt and water their animals before getting some rest.
Dravite led his horses to the well and pulled up a heavy bucket of water, putting one hand in front of the other to stop the rope from slipping through his fingers. By the time he had done this six or seven times his arms were jelly, but his horses and goat seemed content now that they each had a belly full of water. Dravite tied Bones to Cree and undid the saddlebags to put them down on the ground away from the well where he chose to set up for the night. If he went to sleep soon he realised that he would probably be able to get a few bells rest before work started bright and early. Dravite unrolled his bedding and put his blanket down, too hot and sticky still to sleep under the covers.
As he lay in bed he closed his eyes and thought about his family back home in Endrykas, about the kiss Pearl and he had shared before he took his leave; still burning on his lips. For a few chimes he practiced the art of meditation, trying to consciously clear his mind of any distractions before slipping into a trance that would take him to a place that was starting to feel like a second home; the Drykas Web. He followed the fluorescent blue lines through the darkness, slowly circling the campsite and the small djed pools belonging to the individual members of The Watch where they lay sleeping. Soon he expanded his patrol, moving out into the wild grasslands and all of the strange throbs of energy that echoed through the strands of the web as they crossed the plains in the area.
Horses, wild boar, ground dwelling birds, and small game, perhaps rabbits. Dravite spent at least ten chimes making sure the area was all clear before he felt safe enough to return to himself and sleep, but just as he was circling back he noticed a big, dangerous pool of energy that was there one moment and gone the next. Drawing closer to the area he had sensed the strange happening, he watched and waited for about ten chimes before it appeared again, only this time further northwest of the camp's current position. Whatever it was, the man thought to himself, it was either moving through trees to avoid detection or... It could fly.
He sat up suddenly and gasped, feeling like a stranger in his own skin; too long in the web made these sorts of occurrences take place more and more frequently. The man was slightly dizzy and it took him a moment to get his bearings before he was able to find his feet. Dravite tiptoed through camp quietly as not to alarm or wake anyone and went to speak with Bayon and Helena. "Do you know the lay of the land northwest of our current position?"
"Of course," Helena replied, "why?"
"Are there many trees in that area?"
"Little to none."
Dravite and Bayon shared a glance, "Helena, forgive me, I should have introduced this young man to you sooner, Dravite Blackwater, this is Helena Swiftrun of the Ruby Clan. Dravite is of my clan and a budding webber."
"Ah," Helena smiled, "it's good to meet you, Blackwater; I've not had an experienced webber on my team for some time; I envy you Bayon."
"I believe we may have a problem," Dravite said.
"If it's a Glassbeak, there is no problem; there are plenty of us here to fend one or two off."
"And what about a Zith?"
Helena fell quiet.
Bayon's mouth formed a straight line across his face, "he's seldom been wrong in my experience," the man admitted.
"That's what I feared," the woman sighed, "just our luck."
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58 Summer 515 AV
1st Bell, Early Morning.
1st Bell, Early Morning.
Continued from Here.
It had taken them the better part of the day and night to reach their first campsite which consisted of a well, a patch of bare land to set up tents and a few posts to tie animals to; nothing fancy. Here they met up with a second group of Watch members. Their leader was a spear-wielding woman by the name Helena Swiftrun who led a team of four men, each rather gifted in their craft of choice; a builder who was rather fond of his war hammer, a swordsman, a bowman, and a wilderness guild that was deadly with a pair of throwing knives. She had taken first watch while her team lay sleeping out in the open on their bedrolls. Bayon signalled for his group to halt and water their animals before getting some rest.
Dravite led his horses to the well and pulled up a heavy bucket of water, putting one hand in front of the other to stop the rope from slipping through his fingers. By the time he had done this six or seven times his arms were jelly, but his horses and goat seemed content now that they each had a belly full of water. Dravite tied Bones to Cree and undid the saddlebags to put them down on the ground away from the well where he chose to set up for the night. If he went to sleep soon he realised that he would probably be able to get a few bells rest before work started bright and early. Dravite unrolled his bedding and put his blanket down, too hot and sticky still to sleep under the covers.
As he lay in bed he closed his eyes and thought about his family back home in Endrykas, about the kiss Pearl and he had shared before he took his leave; still burning on his lips. For a few chimes he practiced the art of meditation, trying to consciously clear his mind of any distractions before slipping into a trance that would take him to a place that was starting to feel like a second home; the Drykas Web. He followed the fluorescent blue lines through the darkness, slowly circling the campsite and the small djed pools belonging to the individual members of The Watch where they lay sleeping. Soon he expanded his patrol, moving out into the wild grasslands and all of the strange throbs of energy that echoed through the strands of the web as they crossed the plains in the area.
Horses, wild boar, ground dwelling birds, and small game, perhaps rabbits. Dravite spent at least ten chimes making sure the area was all clear before he felt safe enough to return to himself and sleep, but just as he was circling back he noticed a big, dangerous pool of energy that was there one moment and gone the next. Drawing closer to the area he had sensed the strange happening, he watched and waited for about ten chimes before it appeared again, only this time further northwest of the camp's current position. Whatever it was, the man thought to himself, it was either moving through trees to avoid detection or... It could fly.
He sat up suddenly and gasped, feeling like a stranger in his own skin; too long in the web made these sorts of occurrences take place more and more frequently. The man was slightly dizzy and it took him a moment to get his bearings before he was able to find his feet. Dravite tiptoed through camp quietly as not to alarm or wake anyone and went to speak with Bayon and Helena. "Do you know the lay of the land northwest of our current position?"
"Of course," Helena replied, "why?"
"Are there many trees in that area?"
"Little to none."
Dravite and Bayon shared a glance, "Helena, forgive me, I should have introduced this young man to you sooner, Dravite Blackwater, this is Helena Swiftrun of the Ruby Clan. Dravite is of my clan and a budding webber."
"Ah," Helena smiled, "it's good to meet you, Blackwater; I've not had an experienced webber on my team for some time; I envy you Bayon."
"I believe we may have a problem," Dravite said.
"If it's a Glassbeak, there is no problem; there are plenty of us here to fend one or two off."
"And what about a Zith?"
Helena fell quiet.
Bayon's mouth formed a straight line across his face, "he's seldom been wrong in my experience," the man admitted.
"That's what I feared," the woman sighed, "just our luck."
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