#s:febail

[amitieos]

things that go bump in the night (sword +1)

@yewfallen

Elincia yawned, stetching her arms skyward. She’d been in the library for hours, pouring over tomes about sword techniques. If she ever wanted to be worthy of wielding Amiti she had to learn more and prove herself.

Outside the window, the sun is already setting. She must have been here much longer than she’d already thought. The library itself had mostly emptied out and she was feeling rather lethargic. There was a shortcut to the dormitories but-- well there had been rumours.  Whispers, resonating upon dust that danced between the tomes, of a thief. One spectral and clad in armour, gone by sunrise.

Truth be told, she was a touch terrified.

Thankfully, she notices someone across the library hall. A member of the Black Eagles with golden hair scattering the faint twilight. Ah -- Febail she thought, approaching the young man.

“Pardon the intrusion, Lord Febail.” Elincia began, pleading her own voice to remain calm and stable. “Have you almost finished? I was about to head back myself but... I’ve heard some troubling rumours.and I’d prefer not to venture that way alone, but only if you’re ameniable milord”

Hmm. Perhaps a little too prim but she was scared and one catches far more bees with honey than with vinegar. Best to be over polite than cause offence, she had often been reminded. Especially when she needed aid from the other.

[hezulion]

cover your tracks

You make arrangements with the village for part of the delivery to be sent ahead early, hoping that it will reach its destination safely with a less conspicuous party. In the early hours of the morning these villagers arrive at your camp, and after a few words and easy smiles you watch them pack their wagon with your gifts and go on ahead of you. An hour later, another set of villagers arrive at your camp, insisting that they are here to pick up part of their shipment, as arranged. They even show you the letter that you sent to them confirming the exchange, something those first villagers definitely didn’t have. A fast rider should be able to catch up to the thieves! [Grants Riding or Flying +1]

The sun had yet to rise above the horizon as the sky slowly transitioned from indigo to rose. Ares found his head lolling to the side as his body threatened to fall asleep on him. It was so quiet and peaceful, he was grateful that Febail didn’t feel the need to make idle conversation at such an early hour. With their job already done and the villagers sent off on their way there was little left to do until they headed back to the monastery.

Or that had been the plan. Instead another group of villagers arrived at their base of operations about an hour after the first. Ready to dismiss it as a scam, Ares found his mouth hanging open upon seeing the paperwork.

“Those bastards stole the shipment!” Ares growled, stalking across the room to pick up his sword. The villagers were desperate for supplies, yet he and his comrades had given them away to blackhearted scoundrels without taking proper care to ensure they were given to the right people. There was no hope of making chase on foot but perhaps this mistake could be corrected if they left now and borrowed a pair of mounts. He turns to Febail, the only other person at the station trained in combat and quirks an eyebrow. “Coming?”

@yewfallen