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Just When You Thought You'd Caught Your Breath...

Postby Tazrae on August 14th, 2022, 3:46 pm

Timestamp: 55th of Summer, 522 A.V.


The ship called The Dark Runner landed on the northern side of The Maw at the confluence of the North River. This non-descript river was probably one of the world’s shortest, branching off the Syka River and dumping into the Suvan Sea. The ship anchored off shore and it’s crew rowed in to make camp on the south side of North River delta. The Syka River itself continued on eastward less than a mile from their newly formed camp. The Syka River itself raced on past, traveling a few miles more before passing Jellyfish Lake and dumping into the sea near the Saw Mill. The North River, as some called it, had nothing truly around it and was an isolated spot. The only creature that observed the landing of the ships crew and the setting up of the camp was one of the old ones that was a world full of sentient bat-like men and women, an old creature that called the Cheenga Ruins home.

Zithas came in quietly, on silent wings in the night, and observed the newcomers sitting around their campfires. They’d cleared heavy jungle brush to camp, and were already strewn about destroying the fragile beauty of the riparian area along the coast. They left their longboats up on the shore, pulled higher than the tide, so they would not be carried away in the night. The strangers themselves camped in the tree line, just above the beach in the cover of the palms and old trees of the area. That was just fine with the Mulgon. It gave him huge trees to perch in and overlook the newcomers.

And it was soon evident by his sharp hearing that they meant no good.

He listened long into the night, gathering intel. Zithas and indeed The Cheenga Ruins used to be part of a trifecta of Towers that guarded the ancient city of Pavena. These newcomers weren’t the type that Pavena would tolerate, not by the way their conversations were going. They were looking for a lost exploratory party that had vanished in the Winter of 521 mysteriously. They were also looking for two women, one having run away and one having been hidden away as a baby. They were certain the women were involved with the vanishing of the exploratory party, since one had been a part of it. The other had been reported spotted, captured even, by messenger birds before the party had gone silent.

Zithas was no pushover. He knew immediately who they’d were talking about. So he waited until the guards were minimal then dove in while everyone was asleep. Bats were quiet, even giant humanoid bats, and he landed with inhuman grace, hidden from plain sight by magic, next to the cages that held the pigeons that would carry any news or tales of this particular party back to their home. He opened the cage, and though he hated doing it, he slaughtered the dozen or more birds inside. Had he just freed them, the party might have been able to recapture them and would have definitely been tipped off that someone was trying to prevent them from communicating. So instead, he carefully mesmerized the birds, and one by one ate them, making sure to spread their feathers and carcasses around mostly eaten so it looked like something broke into the bird cages for food in the night.

The big Mulgon didn’t like wasting life of any sort, but in this case he felt the slaughter was justifiable. The pigeons wouldn’t survive the jungle, being non-native, and the trip back across the sea wouldn’t be easy for them either. And living behind bars was no way to live. At least he filled his stomach this way, and took the rest of the meat with him to pass out to the other Pavena Guardians as he spread the word they had enemies in their midst.

He’d go to jellyfish lake and talk to Shuuhl. Then he’d swing by and see Sawtooth. Then Brosh would be alerted. Then finally, he’d make the trip all the way to Syka, trusting what Tazrae had said that he wouldn’t be harmed there, and land on the beach side of the big deck. There, he’d pace up the deck and wait, looking for the Innkeeper and perhaps her twin to spread the warning to Syka.

The deck wasn’t empty when Zethas arrived. Instead, it was late in the breakfast rush and several of the Inn residents were actually on the deck eating the remains of what Tazrae had fixed for breakfast. She had made hearty biscuits and had piled them high with a thick milk gravy that was full of well-seasoned sausage. Zethas landed silently, yet he couldn’t be missed. Even Mathias, who was sitting next to Taz’s milk cow on a small portable stool milking her, stopped what he was doing and put the milk he’d drawn aside. The oldest founder had convinced, as a joke, Tazrae that her milk cow was dry and had been stealing her milk all season for his brood of young Gasvik that he cared for as part of his role as a priest of Xhyvas.

Tazrae pretended she didn’t know, and Mathias pretended to have gotten away with it, and together they both shared the cow which is how Tazrae had milk for the biscuits. Randal, as well, was on the deck digging into a pile of the biscuits, pausing with a big forkful lofted halfway to his mouth when Zethas landed. Taz, hearing the deck go absolutely silent, poked her head out and grinned. “Zethas! Nice to see you.”

She knew the other settlers didn’t know the old one. But she tried to make it as normal as possible, as mundane, that he’d decided to fly so far east and drop by. Something was up, probably wrong, and she wanted to make sure nothing bad happened because people misunderstood him for a monster.

Taz beckoned the old one up onto the deck, weaving past were Rhydian sat eating, dropping a brief hand on his shoulder as if to reassure him this visitor was no threat. Then she walked past, out into the sun and smiled. “Mathias, Randal, Rhydian, this is Zethas. He lives at the Cheenga Ruins and is one of the Guardians of old Pavena.” She introduced the creature, who was frightfully tall. The man had to duck to get under the thatched awning of the Inn. Though once under the protection from the sun, he had enough room to stand comfortably.

“I was just serving breakfast. Are you hungry?” She asked, gesturing at a seat, to see if he wanted to sit.

Zethas shook is head. “I do not come for the pleasure of food today, Tazrae. I come because a new ship has landed on the shore of the North River Delta. They are people looking for the people that were … killed in the Winter of 521. I listened as they set up camp. They are from Eyktol. They are looking for that exploration party that was here and sent back word they’d found a woman whom their lord had been looking for for a long long time. Their lord’s granddaughter.” He said, his large dark eyes calm as he stared at Tazrae.

“They are well-armed and number about fifteen warriors and a few slaves that smell kelvic. There are maybe five more that stayed with their ship. I have made sure their communication was cut off. They brought pigeons which is how they got word back to their lord last time that they’d found the lost granddaughter. They made a good snack prior to me coming here. But your settlement must be warned. They are well armed, well trained, and their conversation did not have the nicest bend to it. They want blood on their scimitars. And they won’t stop and talk to ask questions.” He added, glancing at the people on the deck.

Tazrae froze. Her grandfather’s people here? Again… no not again. Last time they’d been here, she hadn’t known and had been captured. That was why her body had scars from knife cuts all over it. She wouldn’t let that happen to anyone else. Taz turned, spotting Rainmere still here still eating in one corner. The woman looked disturbed after hearing Zethas’ words, but hadn’t said anything.

“Rainmere….” Taz started out. “Can you go fetch Buraga and Gracelin. They need to know the settlement is in danger.” She said, glancing back to the two Founders present. “I’m sorry…” She mouthed, knowing she was likely the reason the ship had landed. But Zethas cut her off.

“They came here before they knew you were here. Falyndar is a full abundant land, people always want to settle it. It was the same of the other group that did not live to make it home. You don’t want them to know where you are though. You should ride out and figure out how to deal with them before they get too settled and too comfortable with their surroundings. This means nothing good to anyone in this area.” Zethas said strongly.

Tazrae nodded.

Randal rose then. “Thank you for bringing us this news. Taz… no riding out alone. If we want to be smart about this, we won’t hit them head on… we need to hold a meeting as to what to do then get people out there surrounding them, picking them off a little at a time… we definitely need Buraga and the Rangers and any volunteers we can get for this job.” He said.

Zethas nodded, bowed to Tazrae, and descended the steps to get off the deck. Once he was sure that the settlement was taking this new threat seriously. Now that it was, it was time for him to go. “Taz… come back for more study. You need it.” He reminded her, then unfolding his huge bat wings and flapped into the sky, becoming lost in the direct sunlight overhead in moments.

Taz, just now taking it all in, swore softly under her breath. She glanced around, noting who was there, and left her eyes resting on Rhydian. He caught the glimpse of fear in her eyes before she covered it with resolve.

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Just When You Thought You'd Caught Your Breath...

Postby Rhydian Lamoze on August 14th, 2022, 5:02 pm

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It had been a little over a month and a half since Rhydian had found himself inhabiting the lands in which he had grown to call home. In the time that he had been here, he had managed to make a great deal of acquaintances and friends. There were even some that he had gone as far as to consider family, albeit this hadn't been made official as of yet. Thanks to the welcome environment that the inhabitants of Syka had gone about to create, this particular Eypharian had finally been able to enjoy himself and feel as though he were in a place that he could truly consider being happy.

One of the people that Rhydian had come to truly love and care for in the time that he had been here had been a younger Eypharian that had gone by the name of Brea. She was one of the many orphaned children that had been brought over to Syka a season or so ago. Over the past fifty three days, the two Eypharian's had managed to establish a rather decent relationship. One that Rhydian had been trying to cultivate properly before stepping forward to adopt her. It is for this very reason that the young Eypharian girl had actually been among the many inhabitants of the inn as well. Or at least she had been for the moment.

"Are you perhaps enjoying the biscuits, Brea? Tazzy really is phenomenal at just about anything that she does, I swear." A soft smile had been placed upon the older Eypharian's lips as the younger one would nod in agreement. "Yeah, these biscuits are crazy good..! I'm not sure what it is about this gravy stuff but it really makes the whole thing so much better." With a soft chuckle, Rhydian would use his fork to gesture at the sausage that had been mixed in with the gravy upon her biscuits. "I'd probably contribute that much to the sausages that are mixed in but honestly, who knows? I like to think that it's due to the love that she imbeds into her food."

Allowing for his gaze to avert itself away from the gravy and over towards the innkeeper herself, Rhydian would begin to smile all the brighter. Every time that he had allowed his gaze to fall upon the woman, the lids of his eyes would lower themselves, almost as though they were blocking everything out aside from her. "She really is the best. Hopefully I can convince her to ge-" Just as the Eypharian had been about to complete his sentence, a large and vastly intimidating form would push its way into the inn. Curiosity had begun to overtake the Eypharian at the same time as fear would creep into the younger ones heart. It was an understandable reaction overall, for Brea to have found herself overwhelmed by the creature that had burst forth into their domain, but one that was seemingly entirely unwarranted.

An almost paternal wave of needing to protect Brea had washed over Rhydian, which had begun to combat this innate curiosity of his, and the older Eypharian had begun to move himself so that he could get in between the two of them. If it were to come down to it than Rhydian was sure that he, alongside the other inhabitants of the inn, would do all that was within their power to protect the youth. Not that such a moment would ever come. Almost as though to reassure him, Tazrae had motioned her way beside the man and would place a single hand upon his shoulder. For some reason, just knowing that she was beside him was enough to soothe this heart. The worries that were building up would easily dissipate from Rhydian's heart and this newfound courage would empower him to reach on over to Brea and place a single hand upon hers. If Tazrae was his emotional support than it would be safe to say that he had intended on being Brea's.

Both of the Eypharian duo had managed to remain silent as this Zethas individual would forewarn Tazrae and the others of the events to come. Not only had there been people now trespassing upon their land but these people had been those that had come for Tazrae in the past? Hearing of such things and ultimately coming to see the worry in the beauty's eyes had stirred something up within the Eypharian. It was almost as though his heart had cooled itself over. The soft gaze that had usually accompanied the Eypharian was now gone, replaced with a look of both burning rage and determination.

Although his gaze had continued to remain upon Tazrae for a moment, his hand had still been upon Brea's. Subconsciously, this rage that was welling up within him had begun to slip through and would begin to tighten the mans hand around the youths. Before it would get to the point in which it would hurt her though, Rhydian would catch himself and would let her hand go. "Brea.. I am going to ask that you do me a favor. If you are willing, please rush off to the Children's Pavilion and let everyone know that they are to remain in this rooms for the time being. If Michaela asks why, just reassure her of the fact that I said that it's important.. Allow the adults to know if they ask what is happening but do try and keep the other children from worrying.. Please."

With a curt nod, the young Eypharian girl would begin to head on out. If she were perhaps stopped for whatever reason though, of course she would listen to what the adults would have to say. Either way, now that that had been handled, Rhydian had pushed himself up from the table and would move towards Tazrae. Without a second thought, he would pull her into one of the biggest hugs that he could possibly have given her. It wasn't enough to physically harm her but the pressure was likely still there. "Tazzy... I'll do whatever it takes to stick by your side and help you overcome this." Pulling away from her for a moment, the Eypharian would begin to walk towards his room. Whether she were to follow him or not, once he had managed to get to his room, Rhydian would be sure to equip himself with all the necessary objects.

Everything within his backpack would be dumped out onto the bed before he would start to immediately reorganize things. A week's worth of balanced rations would be thrown into the bag in addition to a bird call, flint & steel, a breath bag, and a pair of swimming fins. There had even been a seemingly ordinary boxTraveler’s supply kit that would be placed within it, albeit this was much harder to get to fit. The Eypharian would then attach his archer's gloves, archer's arm guard and camouflage cloak before slinging his quiver and his bag over his back. Various longbow arrows, both specialized and not, had inhabited the quiver. His rucksack would also be tied around his waste before he eventually would go on to snatch up his longbow in his hands. Ah. And of course his water skin would be attached to the side of the backpack. Once all of this was equipped to his person, he would make his way on over towards Tazrae. "It may not mean much, and I cannot guarantee that I'll be able to do all that much for you, but you have my bow. As a volunteer ranger and as your friend, I'll do whatever it takes to help you here Tazzy."

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Just When You Thought You'd Caught Your Breath...

Postby Tazrae on August 15th, 2022, 4:20 am

If she were telling the truth, Rhydian’s constant compliments made her feel a bit uncomfortable. Taz didn’t see herself as anything but ordinary and average. Self-image was something she strove to overcome constantly, growing up alone, isolated, and constantly criticized by the woman she thought of as her mother. She’d love to set him straight but didn’t want to damage their newly formed friendship by being critical. But still the comments he made to Brea and then Brea made to him caused her to duck her head and hurry back towards the kitchen.

She just wasn’t comfortable with it. It would be far better for him to just smile his appreciation or simply say nothing at all rather than make compliments that made her grit her teeth. In her past, flattery hadn’t been genuine praise, but rather the prelude to intense scrutiny. At least her other patrons understood. They praised her cooking by returning, even if they weren’t guests, and always volunteering her to help feed the settlement at Tendays and other gatherings. That, she didn’t mind, but she truly wasn’t driven by praise. She was driven by the need to take care of people.

So, she ducked back into the kitchen, and made herself busy, until the commotion on the deck with everyone getting silent at Zethas’ appearance interrupted her. She could see the big Mulgon ascend the deck stairs, looking around wildly and so out of place. She came forward immediately, wiping her hands on her apron and furrowing her brow before going really pale at his words.

Rhydian reacted first, sending Brea off to ‘safety’ and to warn other people. She left it to Mathias and Randal to decide if the Rangers needed to be assembled or not. And she knew immediately she was going to go. If nothing else, they needed to be scouted and who they were verified. Zethas could repeat what he saw, but he didn’t know … couldn’t know. Taz swallowed and addressed the Mulgon.

“Thank you, Zethas. I know it took a lot to come here, but you are welcome anytime. If there is anything we can do to thank you for this warning, let us know. I’m going to go out there and see for myself.” She said firmly, glancing at the two Settlement leaders who had thus far only exchanged looks. They said nothing otherwise. Randal, however, joined Mathias at his table. Taz didn’t pause to wonder what they were going to say or do. The two founders, three really, knew her story and knew Alric’s situation. There was a reason this landing party was here.

She nodded her thanks to Zethas as she headed for home, pausing a moment to address what Rhydian said.

The Innkeeper said softly. “It’s not just us. It’s the whole settlement in jeopardy. If Zethas is right, they don’t know we are here yet… or at least they don’t know we are aware they are here. We can do something about them before they do something about us.” She said softly and turned. “I need to go home and get a few things. I’ll be right back.” She added, then turned and left at a dead run.

Taz took the trail to Garden Beach through the jungle at a dead run.

Her pavilion home was set up on the edge of the beach in the shade of the jungle but high enough to avoid flooding from the storms. It was completely open to the sky and the jungle around it, reflecting the fact that Tazrae was more at home in the wilds than among walls and behind closed doors and windows. Her huge bed was occupied by baby Ixam, a few bloated from the last meal she had fed them of raw Tapir The night before they’d before a few of the hunters had gone out with her and gotten a kill off… not bothering to butcher it since the object of their hunt was to feed Ixam who liked everything raw with organs contained.

Taz shucked off her light dress… what she considered her ‘Innwear’ and opened the chest at the foot of her bed and started pulling out items. Her backpack was always at the ready and so she set it on the bed between sleeping reptiles, opening it wide. She always wore most of her jewelry so she didn’t have to add The Reptiles’ Promise armband or her charm bracelet. She tossed her night goggles into her backpack and slipped on her necklace of adaptation. Most of her books and rods she left in the chest, though she did slip on a sturdy pair of dark brown Isuas pants and a shirt of muted coloring that blended into the jungle. She added her fingerless green and brown gloves, adding them over her wraps. She stomped her feet into her green leather boots and pocketed her Homefinder coin. She threw her camouflaged cloak over her head, wrapping herself in it, and then slid on her backpack.

She slid Sweet Refrain into her scabbard and made sure Feral Whisper was stowed into her charm bracelet. Her Quiver of Replication was hung from her belt before she turned to look and see what Ixam were around to choose from as a mount. A beautiful green and blue beauty stood before the Pavilion watching her. The creature was almost the size of the scarlet male and had long spiraling blue horns rising off her skull that ended in deep purple that matched the inside of her mouth and tongue.

“Bree.” Taz said, her eyes wide and incredulous.

“Tack me up, Taz. I’ll carry you.” The Ixam said, bowing her head.

“I… I missed you.” Tazrae said softly, her eyes wide, filling with tears. She hadn’t expected this, not knowing where Bree had gotten off to during the Spring Season… knowing the Ixam had ran off… feeling alone, isolated, and intelligent among the non-sentient group of lizards that shared the settlement.

“I forgot you. The curse… affected me too. I’m sorry… so sorry. I missed you. I… I had a big hole inside me…” Bree said, bowing her head and scraping the earth with one of her clawed paws. “Tack me up. We can’t change the past, but we can move forward.” She added, hissing unhappily. “We’ll talk later, when there’s more time.” She said.

Taz nodded and turned to go to the racking that held Bree’s saddle and her tack. There were also saddlebags that held survival gear and camping equipment that she made quick work slinging over the saddle on the Ixam and fastening the bags in place. Then she called over a second Ixam – a deep sapphire blue one – and saddled that one as well. It was the only one about that she knew had been a mount. Then, swinging over Bree’s back, she settled into place. Riding Bree, she headed back to the Inn with the sapphire Ixam in tow, having both saddle and bridle with reins on him. If Rhydian was ready when she returned, she’d turn over the reins to him and beckon for him to mount up. They had to go fast and silently, the quickest way to do that was by Ixam.

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Just When You Thought You'd Caught Your Breath...

Postby Rhydian Lamoze on August 15th, 2022, 11:35 pm

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Those words that Tazrae had last spoken before heading off towards her home.. They were ones that he would never forget. That it wasn't just them in danger but the settlement as a whole. Up to this point, there had never been a doubt in Rhydian's mind that his focus had been on protecting Syka in and of itself. But the fact that he had spoken about primarily saving them.. was that really how he had felt? No. No it wasn't. Even if he couldn't properly verbalize it, the Eypharian had come to love this place that he had now called his home. Each and every denizen of the land that he had come to know thus far, whether it be beast or man, had a special place in his heart. The fact that he had seemingly not displayed this fact.. Well it was discouraging to say in the least. Knowing this to have been this case now though, the Eypharian was sure to go out of his way to show exactly how much he had valued the people of this land.

In the time that it would take for Tazrae to make her way back to the inn, Rhydian had found himself fully equipped for whatever journey was to come. He hadn't been sure exactly what it was that the settlers were going to do but whatever it was, he was sure that he would involve himself with it. This wasn't just his duty as a Syka Ranger.. This was protecting the place that he had come to know as his home. That and the fact that he couldn't allow any harm come to those that he had cared for. Not again.

It wouldn't be long before Tazrae wouid return with Bree in tow. This was a creature that Rhydian had met once, several moons back. One that he had chosen not to speak of, simply for how he had known how it would have affected the woman. Seeing that the two had been reunited... Well it was a sight that could only allow for a soft smile to dawn upon the Eypharian's lips. "I'm glad to see the two of you back together." Rather than try and find a way to really speak on the matter pertaining to the two, Rhydian would instead choose to take the reigns from Tazrae before climbing atop of the sapphire blue scaled Ixam. As he had moved to do so, Rhydian would be sure to use one of his hands to gently caress the space beneath the Jungle Ixam's jaw whilst coaxing them with a sliver of jerky that had been within his bag. "Thank you for allowing me to accompany you on this journey, friend."

Although the Eypharian hadn't quite known where it was that they were going to be heading off towards, he had begun to feel ready for anything that could be thrown his way. Over the course of the last fifty three days that he had been here, he had trained himself in many subjects. This was all done in the hopes of being able to protect his loved ones in times such as these. His hopes were that things would go the way that he had intended for them to but well.. Things never really went the way that one had wanted them.

Once Tazrae would decide to take off in the proper direction, Rhydian would be sure to follow after her. He still hadn't been all that great when it came to riding about the lands upon an Ixam so it was quite clear that the man might have been rather close to being flung off of the Ixam depending on just how fast they had been moving. Not that that had truly mattered all that much to the Eypharian. At the moment, his only focus was ensuring that his people were safe. That Tazrae could get back to her home at the end of the day, comfortable and no longer needing to worry. That Brea would be able to enjoy her life without the looming threat of slavery hanging over her head. All that the man had wanted was to keep this place the way that it was.. Only time would tell if such a thing would occur.

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Just When You Thought You'd Caught Your Breath...

Postby Tazrae on September 12th, 2022, 2:57 am

The Innkeeper turned warrioress nodded to Rhydian as she watched him take the reins and swing into the Sapphire’s back. The Inn wasn’t meant to be a mustering area, but enough people were gathered there this morning that it was starting to look like it served that purpose. Two of the three Founders were present, both of which were coming down the steps and straight towards her.

“We will mount a defense and go after them, Tazrae. We know not to suffer these invaders to be on our shores.” Randal said, glancing at Mathias who nodded. “I know we can’t stop you from leaving now, but I’d like to stop you both from being stupid.” He added, turning his gaze to meet Rhydian’s eyes as well. More and more people were gathering behind them, a buzz filling the air of whispered speech and quickly formulated plans.

Bree shifted under Taz, causing the woman to adjust her seat in the Ixam’s saddle. She settled her feet into the stirrups, something Taz hadn’t bothered to do before, and laid a hand on the pommel to study Randal and Mathias in turn. Slowly, almost reluctantly, she nodded. “We’ll scout them out. Leave a trail marked to where they are. Normally I wouldn’t do that, because it could lead a force back here to our settlement, but I trust Zithas to be accurate in his count. They simply didn’t bring enough people to counter our numbers, unless there are more ships behind them. And I doubt that. Then we’ll wait for you to join us before we decide how to proceed.” She said, her words emotionless, humble, more questioning than commanding.

It was odd, Taz noted, that there was no emotion in her voice when she was speaking. She wasn’t scared. She wasn’t angry. She wasn’t even really feeling anything but numb. Her grandfather’s presence in her life was like a head cold passing through a village. It would infect one aspect, make them ill, recover, and move on to another person, affecting them in a different aspect, bringing them down, and moving on when they too recovered. They would be ill-equipped for the jungle. Most people were. So even if the residents of Syka didn’t act, they wouldn’t last long. The heat, the humidity, the lack of knowledge about how toxic the groundwater could be to drink… and how fast it would cause dysentery was most likely lost to them. Knowing they were there was most of the battle. All they really had to do was wait for the jungle to soften the landing party as a whole and then the settlers could sweep through and take out the rest.

“We will go slow and carefully…” She said, unshouldering her backpack and reaching into it. A bundle of bright red ribbon-like cloths came into her hands, perhaps two hundred thick strips, and she neatly divided them in half, reaching out in her saddle to offer half the strips to Rhydian. “We’ll keep the trail we mark on the ground… line of sight. We should have enough strips of cloth to cut the trail Ranger style. I’ll even open it up a bit as we ride. Come as quickly as you can prepare, but don’t leave the settlement unguarded.” She said. “I can’t help but think no matter how stupid I think my Grandfather and his people are, the smart thing would be to land multiple parties and send multiple ships… so seeing one ship makes me think he didn’t see the endeavor as successful, or he’s concealing the presence of a second… or even a third that’s landed elsewhere.” She mused out loud, then glanced back at Randal.

“You should see if you can talk some of the birds into carrying messages for us… I know they can find me if you give them a direction, but they can find others if they know others are willing to part with food or treats. Use them as messengers… send one for me if another ship gets spotted or things change. I can probably talk a wild bird into carrying a message outside of the settlement’s statue just by using Nura. So I’ll do the same if anything changes as we ride.” She added, shifting as the crowd muttered about this new plan then everyone seemed to agree.

Mathias nodded, and Randal looked relieved that this wasn’t going to be a huge battle of wills. Then they nodded dismissively and turned to start organizing the crowd around them. Even as Tazrae turned and rode with Rhydian up the cobbled path side-by-side, she could see runners taking off in all directions. Taz rolled her wrist for a moment, gazing at her mark as a Guardian of Syka, and knowing she’d feel better – despite the fact their protectors were here – if the battle stayed out of the Settlement proper. And there was no doubt in her mind…. no doubt at all… that there would be a battle.

Tapping her gnosis mark, Taz sent out an infrasound ping by singing a single note long and low in her throat, listening to the feedback, and tracking the motions of the humans behind her and those in the settlement in front of her. The infrasound rang out in all directions ten miles, taking a hot chime to return. The sound carried an image that formed in her mind, built of music reflecting off the life all around them. Jungle. It was normal jungle and settlement structures. Nothing was amiss. “We’re clear out for at least ten miles. We’ll need to get riding to cover as much ground as we can because they are still absolutely out of our range.” She said and urged Bree into the Ixam version of a gallop. The Sapphire took off after Bree’s sleek emerald-scaled hide and the pair moved in their rapid odd sideways gait side by side.

Taz rather enjoyed it even if the circumstances weren’t enjoyable. Glancing at Rhydian, she questioned him carefully… her voice raised slightly. “Have you ever seen battle?” She asked carefully, glancing up at Bree as the Ixam glanced back at Tazrae, quirking an eye ridge in question.

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