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Post by Admin on Mar 10, 2023 6:46:19 GMT
Her private clearing is just as she left it. At least there is one place that is hers alone.
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Post by Eivor on Mar 10, 2023 9:39:29 GMT
Eivor stands a moment and enjoys the peace and the sounds of the forest. Part of her just wants to curl up here and sleep forever, but there was work to be done. Tracking Edmund's paths should not be too difficult; he was quick to rely on his axes and made no secret of his passing, even when he was sober. Eivor doubted he has been sober or sane in some time. Adding a notch to the tree bark where her father's message was to mark her passing she set out along the forest trails to try to discover just what it was her brother was raving about and perhaps discover some of her father's secrets.
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Post by Admin on Mar 11, 2023 6:40:24 GMT
Eivor heads away from Amber, to the edge of Arden, where she can manipulate the power of the Pattern. Arden Rangers - Rinaldo's soldiers - often pass in groups of two or three, sometimes lone messengers rush by. She approaches a squad of tough-looking veterans who are also heading to the end of Arden. Their leader salutes her.
"Lady Eivor, have you come to take command?" she asks.
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Post by Eivor on Mar 11, 2023 8:24:23 GMT
"That wasn't my intention," Eivor replies, returning the salute. "I believe that is the Warden's responsibility. A report please, soldier. Also any news of my brother Edmund."
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Post by Admin on Mar 12, 2023 3:39:50 GMT
"A small army has approached the border of Arden. Your cousins command it and there is concern that they plan to attack. I haven't heard anything about your brother."
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Post by Eivor on Mar 12, 2023 8:53:35 GMT
"My cousins? It may be they have returned from Eshanta. If Motius troops are with them, they are loyal to the crown and pose no threat," Eivor replies. "I need to follow Edmund's trails so please excuse me. I'm sure you have your orders."
Unless the soldier has more to add, she salutes and continues on her way, looking for camps that Edmund might have left in the forest and clues to what the Horns of Anubis might be.
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Post by Admin on Mar 13, 2023 3:27:55 GMT
OOC: Horns of Anubis! I was wondering if you remembered that hook!
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Post by Admin on Mar 13, 2023 4:22:22 GMT
#s://i~ibb~co/V33SCKV/Black-Ghosts-of-Arden~jpg The paths lead into a darker part of Arden. The trees' leaves and trunks turn from brown and green to black and charcoal colour. Mists flow across the trail, and the rain falls in large splattering gobs. Even the birdsong are muted, then silenced. Ghostly shapes appear in the fog, black shadowy ghosts that follow the path ahead and behind her, drifting in both directions. They show no sign of being dangerous. For now. Eivor finds one sign of a camp. Partially washed away, but there are the remains of a fire, a few footprints and curious pawprints, all soon to be washed away.
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Post by Eivor on Mar 13, 2023 8:22:16 GMT
Eivor makes a thorough search of the site and checks the size and composition of the footprints before sketching the scene. She marks the tree to indicate the spot and takes stock. Pulling up her hood to keep off the rain she wonders what phase the moon is here, in this place. She's neglected to check before, but who knows if this was the same place as the Arden she left? There seems to be a clear path, so once she had taken the time to rest a moment, to eat and drink, she presses on.
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Post by Admin on Mar 15, 2023 6:04:24 GMT
This seems to be a near shadow of Arden, but a darker, more grim place. Not that the usual Arden isn't grim these days with all the rain and mists and mud. What little can be made out of the moon through the foliage and cloudy sky suggests it is about half full. this could be one of the dark trails Edmund was going on about at the party.
The trail continues on, and the ghosts continue to float, but Eivor can tell that she is no longer moving through Shadow. If Edmund is here, then she must be getting close to him.
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Post by Eivor on Mar 15, 2023 7:48:12 GMT
Eivor wasn't too keen to actually meet Edmund, but needed to find out the places he had been and see the things he had seen. Hopefully she could do so without going mad, being possessed or falling under the spell of another. The fact she wasn't traversing Shadow was reassuring, as she had a theory the sites she were looking for were more real than that. Who knows? Perhaps they pre-dated Amber altogether. She wished her father had told her about such things rather than criticising her precision with a bow.
Adjusting the straps of her bag, she eased into the form of the Great Wolf and sniffed the air. Shaking loose her fur, she padded slowly down the trail drinking in her environment with all of her senses.
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Post by Admin on Mar 19, 2023 4:35:36 GMT
Wolf-Eivor notices that this place doesn't smell like Arden or any of the shadows or Arden she had ventured into before. It's a dark and evil smell. The hair on her neck stands on end when she sniffs the ghosts. They have no scent, but something of them triggers her sense of danger even when they show no sign of noticing her. There is something else among the trees or someone else. Watching.
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Post by Eivor on Mar 19, 2023 7:44:31 GMT
Whoever the observer is would make themselves known in their own time, or find their own form of madness. Eivor continued down the path, increasing her pace to a steady lope. What did Edmund think he would find in this desolate place?
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Post by Admin on Mar 20, 2023 6:19:17 GMT
She senses someone who doesn't smell the same as the rest of this place, a scent more like those from Amber and Arden. Maybe this is the hidden observer? As she rounds a bend in the trail, she can tell they are close by.
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Post by Eivor on Mar 20, 2023 8:27:31 GMT
Eivor pauses and sniffs the air again. She hates being watched from the shadows, especially not knowing whether this was friend or foe. Had Rinaldo had her followed? Trying to put thoughts of the observer aside, she looked around for further tracks and signs of another's passing. The last thing she needed was someone else obscuring the trail. If confident she was still following the right trails she set off again at a decent pace.
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