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20th of Zi'da 717

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Timestamp:20th of Zi'da, 717
Location: Near Sweetwine Woods

It was getting colder, Kura thought as she headed to her home on the edge of the Sweetwine Woods. It had been a short work day, just finishing up some letters, and so the Mortalborn found herself reaching her home a break after the suns had reached their peak. Her home was quiet, with Speck sleeping on the roof, Phelan stretched out on the porch, and to her eyes only, Rahmet laying on is back. Kura pondered her various familiars for a moment, and the silent and invisible ghost hanging around behind her.

After a moment, she nodded and stepped into her house for a moment. When she emerged, she had her pipe with her. After a moment, she sat in her rocking chair and gently pushed with her foot to set it rocking. It was a nice day out, and she looked out at the sky as she smoked, enjoying the day. After a moment, she closed her eyes, seemingly drifting off to sleep. She was wide awake, however, and she was listening to the forest around her, smoking idly on her pipe.
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Qit'ria was haggard looking, as she trudged through the cold. Her hair was as wild as it always was, nothing new there. But there were deep, dark bags under her eyes, and there seemed to be a little less caution in her gait, a bit less of her eyes scanning for danger, her footfalls heavy, far too heavy for one like herself that preferred the careful steps so as to go unseen and unheard. She'd not been sleeping well, not since the graveyard, not since that damnable ghost had touched her, leaving the five wounds so harsh that not even Faith could heal them.

But there had to be something. It was suggested this was a curse, not an injury. And while Qit'ria knew essentially nothing of curses, she'd been told to investigate the spirit that had afflicted her. But in order to do that, she needed to find the graveyard she'd be transported to within that malevolent fog. She tried to remember who all had been there, through her sleep deprived, pain addled mind. Kali and her house husband had been there, but she'd been unable to find them, and did not know that they'd already left for their journey abroad. Tio was there as well, but she didn't know where to find him. Earlo as well, but Qit had no desire to show pain or weakness in the presence of Veggie. That only left Curry, the politician.

And while Qit'ria didn't know where to find the woman, a town guard was able to point her in the right direction, which was surprisingly back toward her own forest. That surprised the huntress. A politician, a city woman, a bossy bitch like Curry surely would live within the safety of the walls of the town, right? But after a few breaks of travel, she could see a house there beyond the treeline. A fancy house. One that didn't blend in with it surroundings, but rather stood out heavily. Sneering, Qit'ria watched from her cover in the trees.

Of course her house was all fancy, out here away from the safety of the town. Hubris to create such obvious shelter. Qit'ria wondered how many times bandits, monsters, and other dangerous beings came a knocking on such a door. She was beginning to regret this whole thing, but she needed Curry. She needed to find this graveyard. So, she stepped from the trees, walking loudly, not attempting to conceal her approach, dead leaves crushing underfoot.

She rounded the side of the house, and was annoyed at the sight before her. Curry was there, in a chair that rocked, smoking on a pipe, eyes closed, like some sort of elder. An elder that was not one. Disgust filled the huntress as she stared, who did this woman think she was? Self importance was an awful trait in Qit's mind, and this woman had it in spades.

Qit approached, "Greeting Curry." She walked right up to the porch, but not stepping upon it, staring at the woman with pained, stubborn, and annoyed eyes. "I need you help."
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Kura heard the footsteps approaching, her icy gaze opening as they approached her porch. Her visitor was something of a surprise, as she hadn't expected a visit from Qit'ria. So far as she was aware, the wild Sev'ryn didn't count her as a friend. Her greeting, however, made it clear this was something of a business visit. A second look, however, told her that Qit'ria did indeed need help. She was looking very much the worse for wear. "Hello, Qit'ria." she said, standing up. "You look like you're about to pass out on your feet, lass. Come inside and sit down, it's warmer anyway." she said, opening her door and leading the way inside. And if Qit'ria tried to stubbornly stay outside, she'd find Phelan pushing at her with his head, to get her to come inside.

"You know, if you're havin' trouble sleepin', I know of some herbs that help. I used to have the same problem myself. Still do, some nights." she said, stoking up the fire to heat up the house some more. Rahmet, now sitting in front of the fire let out a guilty laugh. Ignoring her Sev'ryn familiar, Kura took another look at Qit'ria. "Or maybe you should visit a healer." she said, noticing that the more she looked at Qit'ria, the worse off the Sev'ryn looked. "Now, then, unsolicited advice aside, you said you need help. What's your trouble, lass?" she asked, her tone calm and polite. She knew Qit'ria could unpredictable, but she felt she could handle it if Qit'ria unexpectedly became violent. Besides, she doubted that the Sev'ryn was particularly murderous, especially in her condition.
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Qit'ria slipped against the wall of the house, resting a bit, as she listened to Curry's offer of warmth and a seat. It was a generous one, and Qit'ria wanted to take her up on it. But she found it hard to move from where she rested. She'd not slept more than a couple breaks in the last handful of trials, and those were fitful at best. She watched Curry go inside, but was struggling to find the willpower to follow.

Then there was a cold nose pressed high on her thigh, and she flinched with a bit of a yelp, quite uncharacteristically. She looked down to see and feel a large wolf nudging at her with his head, as if to coax her inside. She looked him in the eyes, and she could see that he was smart. Smart as a person she'd bet. So she didn't reach down to scratch his head or anything. If he were truly as smart as she thought him to be, she didn't want him to think she thought of him as just an animal.

And so, with his help in spurring her on, she shuffled her feet, and slipped inside. It was indeed much warmer inside, cozy even. It was a strange experience for Qit'ria. It'd been several arcs since she'd last been inside a house. This one was nice enough, for a city person. Qit'ria sat down, unknowingly, right next to Rahmet. At the woman's advice, Qit'ria simply shook her head, "Faith say no heal. Is curse."

Qit'ria leaned back, resting on her hands. "I need find yard of graves. Go back. Find ghost. Make curse leave." She pulled down her blouse, to show Curry the five oozing sores. She found it odd that she was trusting this woman so readily. She didn't even like her. But they did share dangers and near death. So Qit'ria decided to play nice, or as nice as one as socially stunted as her could. "How you chest? Mossters mean."

Looking up at Curry, "You know yard of graves? Where is? No can find Tio, no can find Kali and Kali mate. No find Earlo." Qit'ria looked desperate, "Need find if want no curse."
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Kura did notice that Qit was having trouble moving, but she also knew Phelan was helping her get inside, so she didn't say anything. Given that Qit'ria seemed to be trying to be the fierce independent hunter, a logical fallacy in truth, she figured physical help wouldn't be all that welcome. She sat and listened as Qit'ria explained her problem, showing her the sores caused by their graveyard adventure. "Faith's the best healer on the island. If she can't be healin' it, that's more than a might worryin'." she said, grimacing slightly.

At the explanation of where Qit'ria needed to go, Kura nodded. "Makes sense. Goin' to the source of the curse to get it removed. Just don't go throwin' things at them, they're like to curse you more if you do." she said, grimacing again. Then Qit'ria asked about her arm, and Kura shrugged. "I went to see Faith after the Immortals Tongue. She got me patched up nicely. Aches a bit in cold weather sometimes, but I've had worse." she said with a shrug. The scar on her arm sprung to mind, but that would necessitate a lot of explanation that Kura didn't want to get into right now, so she didn't mention that.

When Qit'ria explained what she needed from Kura though, Kura just shrugged. "It's the Almund graveyard. Had to go out there to make sure some letters got sent, and I'd been curious about the graveyard we'd been in, so I went to go check it out. Everything's the same, right down to that mausoleum we went into. Didn't see any ghosts there, though. Might not have been interested in me though, plus it was broad daylight when I visited. Mayhap they only come out at night." she said, with a shrug. "I can take you out there, if you want?" she asked, her tone showing the offer was an honest one.
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Qit'ria listened intently, glad to hear that Kura had found the graveyard. That made this whole mess simpler, she hoped. It was a start though, a step in the right direction. Qit'ria didn't particularly like the quip about throwing things at ghosts. There was nothing wrong with her throw. She was sure it was perfect, just that her own inner, spiritual strength wasn't strong enough. Once this whole curse business was sorted, she would find a way to destroy ghosts. Everything could die. And the undead, could die again.

Yawning wide, she nodded at Kura's offer to help. "Yes. Take me. Peas and tanks. Mulch apricotiated."

Qit'ria continued to yawn excessively, the several days of no sleep wearing on her, especially in the warmth of Kura's home. She tried to summon the strength to stand up, to start the journey to Almund. But her body had had enough. It wasn't going to let her be stubborn any longer. And she tottered over gently, and sort of just... crumpled against Kura's floor, her cloak draping over her.

She was out before she even hit the floor. There were light moans of pain, likely from the cursed wounds in her chest. But as Qit'ria drifted further and further into sleep, she curled up into a tiny ball under her cloak, an arm serving as her pillow. And that's when the snoring began. It was loud, obnoxious, more reminiscent of a bull's angry bellows than a small woman sleeping. And it seemed nothing could wake her. No noise, no disturbance. Her body needed the reset. And she slept clear through the evening. And the entire night. And a good chunk, okay, she slept clear until lunch time.

When she woke though, she had enough energy and fire the pair's journey. After eating an excessive amount of food that Kura had in her home, since Qit'ria hadn't brought any of her own, and they didn't have the time for her to go hunting. But once Kura was ready, Qit'ria was ready, and they made their way on the six and a half day journey to Almund by foot, which was QIt'ria's preferred mode of travel. Boats made her sick, and she didn't care for riding in carts or using animals as mounts. Much better to just do it yourself. If she could fly or swim, she'd only ever travel by her own strength.

Six and a half days later...

The wooden structures of Almund came into view as they made their way along the road. Qit'ria hadn't been here since her initial arrival on Scalvoris a handful of seasons back. She hadn't cared for her first impression of it. It was dirty, smelly, and the people had a certain... leer in their eyes. She rarely trusted people, but she was fairly certain she could never trust an Almundian. They all seemed like... criminals, liars, murderers. Those that could not provide for themselves so they took from others.

She turned to Kura, "Where yard of grave?" She was actually smiling. Six days with the woman had allowed them to talk the little bit anyone could get Qit'ria to talk. This politician wasn't nearly as bad as she'd first thought. And being so helpful toward her? Not just anyone could or would do that. Qit'ria was ever grateful, she would pay Kura back for this for sure. Maybe with a large animal for her to feast on. That's what she'd like to receive.
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Kura nodded when Qit'ria accepted the offer to guide her to the graveyard, but she started when Qit tried to get up. The Sev'ryn was in no condition to make the trip and Kura was about to say so, but it appeared that Qit's body had the same notion and Qit'ria passed out on her floor. The snoring was loud, but Kura had slept and worked with worse sounds. A couple typhoons, a few battles, and there had been that time her office had been right next to a tannery. All had been horrible conditions, and she had managed just fine through them. And she managed just fine throughout Qit'ria's snooze, though she spent part of the time in Sweetwine Woods with Phelan hunting down some deer to act as food.

And as it turned out, Qit'ria was a hungry sort when she finally woke up. The pair ate through a good bit of the meat she had gathered the previous day, about two deer worth. But once lunch was consumed, they were on the move towards Almund. The pair got to talking on the road, and they actually started to get along sort of. In a way, Qit'ria reminded Kura of her little sister, both wild and untamed, but good people regardless. She walked as well, out of courtesy, and Phelan walked with them, so they were able to keep themselves fed quite easily.

Once they got to Almund, Kura started leading them around the city. "It's on the outskirts of the town. Safer to go around Almund than through it if you don't have business there. It's a haven for thieves and pirates." she said, grimacing slightly. "Used to be home to the Pirate Lords before they disappeared. The locals are much the same, though." It took them longer, but in truth, she hated Almund, hating visiting the place, and basically only came to Almund if she had too.

When they reached the graveyard, Kura looked around. "This is it. I'm not quite sure what you hope to find here, to be honest. But perhaps the local ghosts will be more willing to talk to you than to me." she said, before looking over her shoulder at Cally's ghost, though neither of them could see her old friends ghost, she could feel the warm area that indicated Cally was about. "Perhaps you could talk them out of hiding, Cally?" she said, before looking back at Qit'ria. "I've been haunted by a friendly specter for a few decades, she might be able to lure the right ghosts out of hiding." she said, by way of explanation.
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"Oh, I don't think we'll need to do that, ma'am," Cally said with a cheery voice. Not that either of them could hear her, but some habits were harder to break. "They can't see you," she said to the ghosts which all suddenly whipped around them. The only way in which Kura and Qit'ria might be aware was the sudden flurry of wind which caught leaves in a swirling mass around them.

Kura, however, felt a distinct drop in temperature from Cally's general area just as the wind blowing around them began to moan. That was, at least what it sounded like. A deep and abiding sound of pain from... all around them. Soon enough, the slight breeze had become enough to have the two of them surrounded by a vast flurry of detritus. The howling of the wind was accompanied by the clattering of stones and pebbles moving on the floor.

"Leave.... leave...... leave..... here," the voices, all around them, whispered. "She brings... must leave.... she brings her curse... must leave." Faster and faster the wind blew around them, leaves and twigs whipping onto them as the ghosts grew more and more angry, although Kura and Qit'ria did not see them. The temperature was frigidly cold, to the point that their saliva froze.

"THE CURSE!! THE CURSE!! LEAVE!"

The voices rose to screams and the two of them could hear them clearly. Unseen by them, the ghosts and spirits which were being impacted by Qit'ria's presence swirled around them, flying in circles around and around but never touching her.

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Qit'ria didn't understand graveyards, at least in the sense of headstones and burying in boxes. Her sisters' bodies were buried in the ground with a song of Moseke sung over them, and had trees planted over top them. Qit'ria hoped those trees had grown big and strong, just as her sisters should have. She wondered who they would've become had that not been cut down so early in their lives. Would her family still be whole? The lot of them hunting as a pack? Taking down bigger and badder monsters and beasts, reveling around the fire, eating their spoils? Would they have been happy in that life? Would she have been? Would her father still smile?

She shook her head of those thoughts, listening as Kura spoke of ghosts, and began speaking to thin air. She'd mentioned Cally, the same name as Faith's restaurant that Qit provided some food for. Kura was haunted by a ghost, and Qit'ria growled a little at the mention. She didn't appreciate there being a thing among them, invisible and unnoticed. Qit'ria reached for a knife, only to remember that the last time she'd dealt with a ghost, her javelin had done nothing but earned her these damnable cursed wounds.

Suddenly, an unnatural wind began to whip up leaves and dustings of snow all around them. Qit hissed, dropping to a crouch, a knife immediately finding its way into her hand. She held it out in front her defensively, her other hand curled into a fist, eyes darting every which way, trying to see the ghosts, just as she had that night she'd been whisked away to this place. The wind continued to escalate to the point that it was moaning and groaning under its own strength. Qit snarled at what she assumed to be invisible attackers. Part of her wished to run, but her pride refused to let her budge. She would not be a plaything to any creature, man, or spirit. It was intolerable.

Then she heard the voices, her hair whipping painfully across her face, stones rolling by. The debris in the air was stinging as it struck her skin, occasionally with a sizable pebble, eliciting a pained yelp from the woman. There was a chill growing in the air, slowly becoming a deep freeze. The hairs on Qit'ria's neck were standing on end, and her instincts were at war of fight or run. She could feel the icy touch seeping in through her clothes, gripping her skin. But she grit her teeth, tightened down on her dagger, refusing to budge to these blusterers. Ghosts were not going to drive her away, she would stand her ground. They were just another challenger to her own sovereignty, and she would not be beaten.

And so, she lashed out, holding her knife, blade back parallel to her forearm, slashing at the wind in futility. She couldn't see the ghosts, could only hear their presence and see the effects of their whirling around. But still, she fought at the wind, the dust, the cold. She would not be driven from a place she felt she needed to be. "Fight me, Cap Tan Ghost!"
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Kura looked over her shoulder at Cally as the temperature practically plummeted. Cally was usually a slightly warm presence in that area, something Kura believed to actually be the manifested warmth of Cally's soul, but now she was icy cold. Then the wind started to whip around them and the voices started to shout. "Need yourself a sweater, Cally?" she asked the ghost, before turning to look at Qit'ria.

The Sev'ryn hunter had drawn her knife and was trying to slash at the air without any trouble, but when she called for a fight, Kura just raised an eyebrow. "That won't be doin' you any good, I don't think. Even if they haven't moved onto their afterlife, and they likely have, ghosts aren't solid enough to fight." she said, before looking at the wind and stepping forward a bit. A burning black aura began to enshroud her for a moment before it burst out into the shape of massive black owl as Kura let out a shout that echoed with the screams of a thousand owls. The point was to get the ghosts to focus on the Mortalborn instead of Qit'ria, but she couldn't be sure it did.

"Right then, you want us to leave, but we can't yet. But, if you can tell us how to be gettin' rid of that curse, then we won't be havin' a reason to be botherin' you, will we?" she said, her tone genial. The Mortalborn's politician was showing, but an exchange sounded like just what they needed in this situation, since she doubted that Qit would leave if she didn't get something useful out of this graveyard. To be fair, Kura couldn't blame her for that, she'd be stubborn if she had oozing sores too.
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