wildestlands | Chantry Sanctioned Swears

[ The view from the mirror is mostly blurred trees as shaking hands fumble with it and a furious voice rants. ]

-expect me to believe this isn't some Fade nonsense. Of all the Stone deaf, sunblind, nugfucked shit-

[ The rant dies down to muttering, some creative profanities still audible. When the mirror is finally turned the right way, it shows a young woman (Dwarven to those who would recognize). She's wearing a nun's habit and wimple, though the reds and whites are a bit dull from dust and blood. A large s-shaped brand covers her left cheek. There are dark circles under her eyes. And she is clearly furious. ]

Right! I don't know what you lot are up to now, but I've had my fill of it. We're in the middle of a blasted war, if you haven't noticed. I'm very sure there are others who would be happy to indulge in this kind of magic-y surface dream business, however. I. Am. Busy.

[ She gestures with her free hand for emphasis. There's a bone saw in it. ]

If what those. Whatever they were that brought me here. Demons or spirits or what have you- Whatever they were, I was told there are others here. If that's the case, my name is Sister Sara, I'm a sawbones by trade. I'm hoping you lot are in better shape than the crew I just got yanked from, seeing as how these Fade creatures didn't even do the decent and bring my bag with me. I ain't sanctioned for it, but if we're in a pinch, I'll do your last rites. Don't reckon the Maker is too picky about who says the proper words in situations like this, so long as they get said. And if there's any of my company that happened to fall through with me, tell Sister Eloisa she can go to the fucking pit if she thinks for one minute-!

[ The rant and the recording will be abruptly cut short. Sawbones, resolutely marching away from the magical tugging feeling, is finally teleported to camp in all her bloody, exhausted fury.

The bone saw, however, has been lost to the forest. ]

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Long enough that if it were a war, it's passed through and if it's disease it's run it's course.

[ Both very important reasons. ]

Be good to know which is which. If it was an attack, we can strip the place, but I'd be careful if it was a disease. I don't reckon we're set up for an outbreak of any kind.

I don't think it was either of those things. From what I can tell, the beings that lived here lived underground. But something happened and the homes were exposed to sunlight, which seems to have been deadly to them. It turned them into stone.

I guess it was an epidemic, of sorts, but not the kind that we can catch. It seems to be the aftermath of a tragedy unique to their kind.

Well... If it was gonna be anything, I suppose that's the best case scenario. Stone keep 'em. Guess all we gotta worry about is whatever's in the cave system. A cave in or whatever it was can cause all sorts of trouble.

Yeah, people have been careful so far. It seems relatively stable, but you never know when that could change.

Also! I forgot, there are these little gnome guys? They like to run around and steal shit. They seem relatively harmless, more mischievous than anything, but I would recommend watching out for your stuff while you're in there.

Little gnome... Actually, don't tell me. I don't want to know.

Our spirit friends already solved a bit of that problem for me. Don't got much on me to steal.

Yeah, we're all lacking in supplies. Luckily there's stuff leftover in homes and market stalls that didn't make it when the previous residents left, so there are some gaps we've been able to fill.

[Elle is probably making them sound much more organized than they are. Which is to say, not at all.]

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[ She absolutely is. ]

That's something. Who's on requisitions? I gotta talk to 'em and see where we're at for medical supplies.

Everyone's kind of doing a bit of everything. We're not really organized, or anything. Most of us are helping each other out, but there's no real plan at this point. We're all still recovering from an attack that happened a couple of days ago. It didn't happen here, so this place is safe, but people are still dealing with that.

[ Hang on, Elle, she's just gotta stare off into space and come to terms with the fact she's apparently just been tossed into the least organized gang. ]

All right. Do we know... anything for certain? Are we setting up long term camp in this place?

So far? There's at least three forces at play. Whatever brought us here, the Fae, and whatever attacked us back at the Faire. There's a potential fourth, because there were these... evil sisters that may not have actually been working with the monsters that attacked us.

[There are actually more at play because the Winter Fae and the Summer Fae clearly have different agendas, plus there were definitely humans at that faire, and she supposes their little group counts for one of their own, but Elle is trying not to overly complicate things.]

Setting aside whatever attacked and the sisters, what about the Fae. I don't know what that is, can we trust 'em?

They're faeries. I don't know if those exist where you come from.

I don't think they're particularly trustworthy or untrustworthy. They have magic, but as far as I can tell, they don't pose us an active threat for the moment.

We got magic, but I'm a dwarf. Magic and me don't have much to do with each other unless someone forces the issue.

A neutral force is better than a hostile force, I reckon. Maybe we can get supplies from them or a more permanent set up or something. The blasted weather here seems fair, but we're chancing it, if we're running as rough as it sounds.

Yeah, we're pretty much running on little to no information at this point. It's only been a couple of days, though. I'd give it a week or so before people start trying to make plans and figure out what's going on. I think we all need to settle a bit, first.

[ Sawbones gives a little huff of laughter. ]

Stone, I don't think I've ever been part of an operation this early. Bit strange, can't say I'm a fan. Reckon I should just be grateful I didn't walk into anybody bleeding out.

[Elle laughs too.]

Yeah, you missed that part. No one's bleeding out, just licking their wounds and getting settled. It'll be useful to have a someone properly trained in non-magical healing, I imagine.

[Not that Sawbones staying with the group is dependent on her usefulness.]

Think I would have almost preferred to be here from the start. I don't much like not having full stock of where my crew is.

[ And of course it's dependent on her staying, Elle, don't think nonsense. ]

I need supplies in the meantime, but I'm crawlin' up every single one of you dusters' asses to make sure. Nobody's going septic under my watch.

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