Rite of Passage

[Kait]

Jacob Cutter grumbled to himself, wondering if all this was quite worth the silver that brought weight to his previously empty purse. Myrken was one of the places he had thought it best to be getting through as quickly as possible, and yet here he found himself, still stuck in this miserable area. His rough fingers dug out a shallow hole, as instructed, and the paper wrapped parcel left in his care was placed gingerly in said hole.
"Witches be damned," he snarled when it was done. There was still the small matter of moving the small boulder over the hole, and then the curious right would be done with. Years of chopping trees and building houses as an apprentice, and now there was the promise of his own business in Heath. Only Myrken Wood and a fool's errand stood in his way now.

Letter for you at dager

Sign after sign he wrote this across the bottom with due haste, all posters of the same dark monster with a warning for the townsfolk. Gods above forbid that he should meet this creature, and why she wanted to write to it.. well a witch's business were her own, right? He stole away with his silver as fast as he might when it was done, stopping only in the wee hours of the morning to swap some of his coin for a bed in a farmer's loft. A few hours rest, and he would be glad to put Myrken at his back once and for all.

[Khalika]

Since her encounter with the being known as Teron Ashfiend, the Gypsy has been in a mood, and when this woman gets a bug in her craw, its best to just step aside. So as it was she had been setting out those feelers, Leaving word with the right people and the right amount of coin to find every piece of information she could gather.

The conversation she had in the tavern the pervious eve, had a few things set in her mind, but just as many question. The majority of the conversation circled around his possible weaknesses, but nothing about motive for being in the area, or for taking the barmaid, whose name she learned to be Teddi.

By early the next she had a few leads, got what information she could about the incident at the library, she would like to see if she could get in there. Though knowing Calomel, it'd be a cold day in hell before he let her near any thing he considered a crime scene. Someone of course was left near there to catch any slipped word from inspectors, this used to be somewhat an easy task, but that blasted Calomel actually was directing his men quite efficently.

Thankfully the people in her employ are just regular people, maybe they work near by or have family across the way, or wish to help in the clean up...or are simply resting from the heat, sufficate to say they were around, hiding right out in the open. hoping to find anything that might be of worth to the Gypsy.

She meanwhile is doing a bit of her own leg work. that is when she fell upon one of those posters, altered slightly, someone was leaving a message for this one. and she was going to be there to see him recieve it...

Pulling this second one down, she would then move towards the dagger...

[Teron_Ashfiend]

Farmers, Teron had always thought, were simple people. It was both a blessing and a curse for those who sought to deal with them. When confronted with certain problems or dilemmas, a farmer's simple understanding of his needs and his ability to reject anything not needed, or useful, could make manipulating them quite difficult. Life, however, was something that all people understood.

So this particular farmer understood when Teron, upon witnessing some of the marked signs, told him to see what this was about or his family would most certainly not live. Nor would they truly be dead.

William, a simple farmer who loved his family very much, did not see any other option than to do as the Ashfiend had commanded. As a sign of identifying himself, the enigmatic creature had scorched the back of his hand with the chilling touch of undeath. It was quickly becoming known, at least amongst some of the common folk, that the particular chill was a sign of the scorched knight's presence.

That the message had been left at the dagger colored William's cheeks with a distinct lack of color upon an otherwise tanned countenance. Many strange and dangerous folk spent time there. Yet given the recent news of Ashfiend's standing against four such patrons, he knew where the greater threat lay. And certainly the constabulary would forgive him for aiding the nightmarish man for the sake of his wife and children.

With one hand twitching in trepidation, he made his way to the Broken Dagger with all haste.