Closed | I can see the lights in the distance

[kadia]

WHO: Lance, Adhemar, Detlef, Fiadh, and Kadi (aka the Order of the Schtick)
WHAT: Questing into a dark and spooooooky forest
WHEN: Middle-ish of October
WHERE: The forest
NOTES: Will update.

The trees are dark silver; the fallen leaves are nearly ankle-deep, and rustle as they walk. There are still enough leaves in the trees to block much of the sky and give the impression the stars are caught among them. The night air is chill and Kadi breathes it deeply, the way the world breathes deep of the pale light from the moon. This was the first place where she was safe. She must make it safe again.

They carry lanterns, of course, but their trail is made by the ghosts themselves. Whichever direction they come from in this dark night, that is the direction they follow. They may as well not carry the lanterns at all; the pale light of the moon bathes everything, and the spirits are unmistakable. Eventually, Kadi snuffs out her lantern so she isn't distracted going forward. She knows these woods, and very few times has resorted to carrying her own light when crossing it. Carrying it now is simply a distraction. Her part is to lead the way; Lance will guard everyone else from what is to come.

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[infinitewatch]

Lance seems bewildered by the question. Does she just... not care?
"...you've got a little one," he explains, with mild incredulity, "and I'll not take you from her."

[kadia]

So.

So it's more important for Kadi to be there for this one, very tiny person who will never remember, than for her to be there fore everyone here who will very much remember and whose lives might hang in the balance. But it's put to her this way, and she slowly realizes that, to these people, her life means less than it would to her daughter. She's not just another body here, she's her child's mother. So her footsteps freeze, and she has to think on what that means.

"I..." There's a long, long pause as the others march ahead of her. After they've gone on a way, she turns back to help the priest. She can no longer count her own life the same as she did before she was a mother, she realizes. Instead of protesting, she quietly aids the man she can safely aid, far from those taking the true risk. That's her place now, for the sake of her child.

[infinitewatch]

Secretly rejoicing at how easy that was, Lance gives her a respectful nod and turns away again to catch up to the other two. He wasn't prepared to have to argue over why a young parent shouldn't go racing off into danger, but then, he'd be a massive hypocrite for doing so anyway.
She... doesn't need to know that.

He jogs up to Fiadh and Detlef, shining his light toward the shack. There's no motion in it yet, that any of them can see, but there is a strange, human-sized shape out in front of it.

[stableman]

"Hello?" he calls. The person has to see them, with the light and everything, but they're not moving. At all. Somehow that's creepier than if it had been coming at them.

"You know, we could leave. The whole village. We could take all of our houses and gear and just go. The ghosts can have the woods and this house, everyone lives on happily." Despite his words, he's edging closer to the structure and figure. A few moments later he's close enough to see that it used to be a person, but now it's another corpse, wrapped tightly in vines and roots. Great. They're probably about to be up against someone who kills with the Vice, and Shepherds will return in time to find them all dead.

"Good. This is exactly how I was hoping my day would go," he says, stepping back to be close to Lance and Fiadh. How they're supposed to do anything against someone who can use trees he doesn't know, but he's got to try. His cats are back in that village as well as people he cares a lot about.

[infinitewatch]

When Detlef speaks the second time, the person encased in roots starts whimpering feebly.

[ferruginous]

Fíadh keeps step right behind Detlef as he inches closer, white-knuckled grip secured on her sword. Normally she would scowl at his glib remarks but somehow that all fades away to background noise as her eyes remain fixed to the shadowed figure. But she widens her eyes as the realization of what she’s seeing comes into focus, right at the same time she hears the thing whimper. A very human whimper. Instantly Fíadh moves into action, cutting away at the tangles and trying her hardest to keep from nicking the already-suffering person inside.

“Captain, Detlef, help me!”

As wretched as it is a niggling doubt keeps root in her brain; maybe this person is the killer? But she’ll never know if they’re too dead to answer questions.

[infinitewatch]

Lance is close behind them, and hurries forward when Fiadh calls to him.

"Saints alive," he hisses, beginning to saw at the branches with his belt knife in time with the blacksmith, the lantern lighting from below what the moon above cannot.
The more progress they make, the clearer it is that this man is beyond saving: he's not only entangled by the roots, but impaled, his mouth forced open by a stalk that erupts out the side of his neck, the contents of his bowels held in place by the growth that stabs through them. His limbs are bent at unspeakable angles, his eyes rolling and bearing consciousness only to the extent that he is still alive.
Gods only know how long he's been here like this.

The jostling alone has been too much for him, and his cries grow weaker until he lies still, expiring before their eyes. Lance tremulously reaches to close his eyelids, looking to the other two in silent horror.

Anyone casting their eyes about might see a sack lying nearby, or notice the glint below the corpse in the roots where coins have fallen.

[stableman]

He rushes forward, trying to help, but when the man dies Detlef is turning to the side to throw up violently in the nearby bushes. While death isn't new to a vet, this is gruesome and extreme. No one should die like that.

[ferruginous]

Even Fíadh blanches at the state of the poor man and it's obvious that there's no saving him. She lowers her sword in defeat and averts her eyes to the ground, no longer able to look at the gruesome sight. It's down there she sees the glitter of something hidden in the roots along with a sack. She furrows her brows and sheathes her sword before crouching down to inspect it.

She pulls at the roots and dusts off some of the coins, turning them in her hand for a second before grabbing the bag nearby. Inspecting its contents sends a new wave of anger through her: it's full of valuables. Jewelry and money, she thinks she even sees a gem. Shooting her glare back to the dead figure she stands up and turns to her companions, wordlessly handing the bag to Lance.

[infinitewatch]

Lance absently reaches out to place a steadying hand on Detlef's back, his own eyes still glued on the sight before him. He's interrupted only by Fiadh offering out the bag, which he takes and inspects, only to draw the same conclusion. He looks up at her, then to the little house.

Upon entering, a similar sight greets them: roots have come through the window and the floorboards to claim a second body, this one silent and immobile from what they can see. The cabin contains an assortment of weapons: blades mostly, little ones for cutting purses and bigger ones for killing, and the floor is littered with pieces of straps, buckles, bags taken and sorted through.

Highwaymen. Well. Ex-highwaymen.

After taking in this grim spectacle, Lance simply glances to Fiadh and backs out of the cabin again. "We should go," he decides.

Whatever happened here is not for them to understand.