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Lucretia stumbles in an AA mission

15th of Ashan 718

With the escalation of hostilities between Etzos and Rhakros, a series of small walled towns is being established as a network of early warnings and defenses against Rhakros' reprisals. Only the very bravest and most formidable of characters should risk themselves on the Witches' Wilds frontier.

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Lucretia Meadows
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15th Of Ashan 718
The aberrant necromancer had been in Fosters Landing for a spell, learning a bit from her departure from the small town on her way back to the home she knew in Etzos. She wanted to explore other avenues of hunting and flaying victims, the dark sorceress had a feeling that hunting where she slept was truly an atrocious idea but the fledging was left with relatively little resources in managing her ether addiction.

Shitting where you sleep was an unpalatable idea

Smart planning would be the key to survive, and you don't want to shit where you sleep so this was the best option as Lucretia would learn the winding roads and trails of the forest.

Preparation was truly the key as she walked along the beaten dirt path. While her fallacious familiar Voila was always close around. She never did build upon her newly formed relationship with her Harvester. A recalcitrant little mockingjay the critter was, hard to read but easy to understand it's motivations.

Lucretia tightly held onto her violin case. While she was practicing her singing, trying to find her range of vocals so that they would be put to good use. But like all beginners her voice needed much work, fine tuning and adjusting. As her voices pitch from time to time would crack or hit a note off key, but Lucretia would not let such a thing dissuade her from practice.

The cultist knew her magic was weak, but followed her teachers path, illuminated by her dark wisdom shed go through the darkness of the rabbit hole to cultivate her craft at whatever cost necessary.

As her voice wove semi melodious tones nonchalantly it wasn't great and it wasn't good but there was something there that made it a smidge better then bad. Maybe if molded with practice it could develop into something wonderful.

But the cultist had no idea what she was walking into, as she was blissfully unaware.
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"Where the fuck is this caravan?"

Ryder glanced back as the voice barely whispered behind him, one of the five mercenaries around him losing focus. It was expected, and truth be told Ryder would rather be anywhere but this. But he had made a vow to lead a raid, on his own, without needing to be told to do it. He'd heard wind of a caravan that was due to be coming from a mercenary at the bar, in exchange for a quarter of the loot. As much as Ryder wanted to buy him down, it wouldn't work, so the deal was made. Should the information be wrong, Ryder warned him, then he'd be back for blood.
Since everything that had happened to the man, his authority had grown stronger in more than just Al'Angyryl. He felt a new level of power that meant he expected not to be fucked with. After all, he was second-in-command to Noth now. Once a common Mercenary now ran security for Al'Angyryl's business, helped lead bandits in the faction, killed anyone that opposed the two as if it was easy.

"Keep it down. It'll be here. If not, we'll make sure to visit our informant, alright?" the man sighed. He couldn't focus with noise going on, not when he was leading. People complaining was the worst, too. It made coming up with a plan just that much harder, as voices filled a head already riddled with them. Silence fell upon the men for a moment, before singing could be heard. A girl, walking down the road, singing. Singing.
Ryder glanced to the sun. At least half a break had passed since the caravan was due to arrive, if not more, and all they had seen was a singing girl. It took everything the man had not to order an attack right now just for the sake of it. But this girl was a bystander, nothing more. As far as appearances went, she seemed relatively normal.

A sudden flash went through Ryder's head as Rocky showed an image of what he was seeing. On the opposite woods, a group of bandits, around seven of them. All armed, seemingly, for close range. Swords, axes, hammers - the lot. And all looking straight at the girl. Ryder inhaled with clear frustration, causing the group of men around to look at him confused. Glancing back, the man stood up slightly.
"Opposite woods, enemy bandits. Here's what we do" he spoke authoritatively, using a firm tone to get his point across. All of the men listened intently, glancing to the opposing woods to try and see these alleged bandits. "That girl down there is our bait. We go close and wait for them to pounce her, then we attack. Their loot and hers are ours. If we can't get a caravan, we can at least get their weapons. Understand me?"

All the men nodded and slowly moved forward as Ryder's diri spoke in his ear. "Tactical, I like it. Now be an angel for me, Ryder, and get me some blood" she whispered maliciously, a smirk spreading across Ryder's face.
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