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Old 02-09-2019, 06:48 PM
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Dawn of Darkness: Chapter 1

On the Wind
The sun had begun to rise once more in the sky, rays of scarlet and dusts of salmon and violet danced across the eastern mountain range and lit the world in a rainbow of brilliant if not threatening colours. Red skies in morning... and yet it was the first day of the Char run and that meant that all hands were to be at the river's edge before the sun finished the banishment of night. Old Maudie Briggs was already there, firmly ensconced in her wicker chair to supervise while Trayner and Nona had already spread out fresh baked breads for breakfast. A soft murmur of the little ones as they waited along the rocks further down stream and then a shout. They're coming!

In many places and times, such a call from lookouts boded ill, but here in Rivair Hibbair, it was the sound of delight as the first edge of frothed waters indicated that the run beckoned. Soon everyone would be wet, scale marked and filthy, but as the catch was made, sorted, gutted and laid out on the drying racks, there was laughter and joy to be found in the annual tradition. Everyone worked, there were enough jobs to go around and in the evening there would be a great feast to celebrate the harvest which would provide meat for the winter months ahead.




The cry had given way to the sounds of work, of laughter and labour along side of bellowed instructions and hollered response. In time the sounds settled, the splashed cries, the thumps and rattle of stone reduced to a low murmur as both the run began to slow along with the strength and stamina of the villagers. Even as those whose job it had been to catch, sort, release or deposit the catches all started to wear down, those on the shore were now in full gear. There was a tang of salt in the air, harvested from the mountain crag, along with the heavy low smoke as they feverishly worked to preserve the meat.

It was not all just work though, for even as the bulk of the fish was to be preserved for winter months to meet the needs of a healthy community, there was also the delightful smells as the elder members of the village worked to bake their pies and pastries, grilled, fired, spiced and savoury, all the various flavours one might ever want, and all perfectly fresh. Lunch may have been a quick grab of something easy, but dinner, ah as the sun started to head toward the Western peaks, dinner spoke of rich foods, music, laughter and dance. After the Char, soon would be the grains to harvest, the wood to draw in, the root crop to harvest and preserve, and so tonight became somewhat of a traditional celebration for the summer and a hearkening to the season which had started to shift toward the cooler temperatures of Fall.

Today was tradition, like the same in the spring when the first scapes rose up from where the garlic had been planted, the first of the most flavourful fresh spices to add back into their diets. It was akin to the coming week where the time was spent in the gather and stacking of wood for everyone, along with the preparation of trap-lines for the winter skins. Rivair Hibbair was a village of traditions which marked the passing of time with regular solemn beats. Yet as the day passed, a slight tug, a whisper, a stir of air and kiss of a breeze, a murmur, a sparkle, a twinkle, a million little things that perhaps none were even quite able to discern save that there, in the corner of their eyes, it seemed to hover and wait. It drew a distracted look toward the far side and ruins when Lyall was supposed to be prepared to catch the large Char ol Rayburn had hauled in and was in the middle of tossing it to him, which resulted in much laughter when the lad ended up with a face full of scales, thankfully he also managed to prevent the creature from making its escape, even if it was a rather in-elegant delivery of the Char to those who waited for it on the shore.

Likewise, the moment of terror, even if only a mere second when something drew Lillian's attention to the broken stone which rose out of the trees on the far side of the river, rather than her little nephew. A look back, he was gone, vanished, and then the slight movement of the blanket she had hung out to air gave away the location of her errant charge. It was not a scant handspan of time later when Garidan could hear a whisper, a laughter somewhere on the far banks, even though logically such a distance, how might he hear such a thing above the din. Insanity, and yet that tug, a flicker at the corner of his eye and a near miss as his knife skipped over flesh and barely grazed finger tips. If not for his deft skill, he might have had to pay a visit to Lillian in search of stitching.

Seamus had thrown himself deeply into the rhythm and pattern of the cast and draw, such that the young man near yelped when something brushed against his cheek, a cool hand, a presence, save as his teeth bared and body tensed, there was none to have done such a thing. The others along the net line cast their odd looks yet again his direction, yet it was the far side of the river that seemed to draw his attention.

Jeani staggered a moment mid toss, a tremor in her hand coupled with the small frown. She had not drunk that much, had she? And yet as another tremble made its way down her arm, she found her eyes drawn inexplicably toward the far side, flickers of thought, images, sensations all rose up, a threatened wave and then vanished once more to leave her to the after effects of a booze filled night and far too little sleep and as of yet, no real food. It was the ale... was it not?

It was these and many other little moments, flickers, a thought, a daydream with an end by where each found themselves lost in contemplation as they regarded the ruins. It was not as if the far side was a forbidden place to lead youth and young to think of sneaking and lurking, indeed most had been across the river many times in search of herbs, animals and the lucky few had even accompanied the Smith in the annual trip to draw out various bits of metal to be used for much needed replacements in the village. They never took more than they needed and it always seemed there was enough to carry them onward, for as long as anyone could remember. No, there was no real reason for the far side of the Rivair Hibbair River to draw them so, and yet it did.

Ol Maudie supervised the Char run, her voice quick and rumbled over the din to catch each and any slacker, rheumy eyes still apt to notice disaster just before it might happen. A constant presence which kept everyone working in a perfect unison of a kind, and thus it was not unexpected when she would draw one or another aside a moment to indicate areas she noted in need of help. Thomas was most often the source of her attention, as the young man was always quick to respond and act without question. It was due to this when Thomas vanished for a time, no one would think to question, as unlike some within his age cohort, shirking of duties was not something associated with him.

Now the exact reason Thomas was sent aside, was something one might reflect back on later, but even Thomas himself as he dutifully organized the packs as instructed, assumed such was merely to ensure whoever was to hunt later, did not have to do it themselves. Truly, was it so wrong to even make such an assumption, for this was Rivair Hibbair and little changed here save the seasons. Still, the far side called, whispered and drew them forward, a lode stone about their neck, a quickening of their hearts when they took a moment to give in to the urge to move even a step toward the ruins.

One may have thought to mention the oddity, a comment met with smiles, a laugh and tease that too long had been spent in the sun, and no matter how one might try to convince, none were able to respond with any seriousness to the oddity which seemed to have wormed its way into their skin, a pricked crawl, a restlessness which only grew as the sun fell. Now was the time for celebration, the music rose, the ale would flow, it would carry late into the night and then the morning would be slow to rise, the last celebration until the harvests were complete and the Wolf Moon rose and brought with it the hard frosts. No, there was no attention paid to questions about the ruins, nor about anything that might have moved over there, any little thing that might have drawn attention, for save the Second's, none seemed aware of an odd restlessness which seemed to creep into the village on silent wings and languid whispers.

Laughter gave way to whispers and followed it with silence as the village succumbed to weary sleep, hard earned through the long day and longer still evening. Each guided, expected to their own homes, their own sanctuaries and yet slumber escaped the Seconds. To lay in the silence of their beds deafened in a way such that even Lillian could feel the oppressive silence, a physical silence which deadened the senses and numbed the flesh. To close their eyes, the far banks waited for them, behind closed lids the image of the broken stone tower, the tumbled foundation and ragged walkway all consumed their attempts to sleep. It was only with waking, with slipping from their homes and standing on the banks that the oppression fled, to leave them with a restless ache, an indescribable need to go...

Each thought themselves alone, each in bitter solitude of confusion and then they were not alone as one by one the Seconds found themselves on the banks of the river, illuminated in the pale sliver of a waxing moon, the pure light coiled and grasped at the pendants which marked them all and drew out an inner light until it seemed that the necklaces glowed from within instead of without.

The ruins.

A siren call, and they on the bank to answer a thing which refused to be grasped, to be gripped and understood.

Silence.

A rattle, the creak of wood and splash of disturbed water, lengthened shadows on the river's edge, a form, shrouded in a cloak and further concealed by the scattered shadows of tree and limb.

Even in the pseudo dark, another moment was all one needed to identify Thomas, good ol Thomas, sweet, hard working Thomas, as the young man struggled to balance a load in the communal flat bottomed river-crosser. A simple boat, more a raft with sides, most had been on it at least once, it was the drier way to cross the river despite the fact that most had also swam across the river, or tried at some point. He seemed unaware of those on the bank, at least initially, his attention focused on whatever duty had lead him to loading the boat in the late hours of night.
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Lillian had been distracted throughout the char run, whether chasing her nephew or helping with food preparation for lunch and then dinner. Little things kept catching her eye across the river, but she assumed it was something splashing in the river that she'd seen from the corner of her eye and never thought much of it except to make a mental note that there were plants across the river she really ought to collect sometime soon, before the weather changed too much. Fresh herbs were usually better than dried herbs, but she dried some of everything she collected to grow her supplies for use during off seasons. Not necessarily winter; each herb had its normal growing season and the right time to harvest it might be six months before she would need to use it. She looked away from the broken stone rising from the trees on the far side and jumped to chase little Trayner before he got into trouble. Luckily she could tell where he'd gone, and thoughts of both herb-gathering and the broken stone across the river were pushed to the back of her mind.

The day was long, the festivities engaging but tiring as well, and by the time everyone was winding down Lillian was as exhausted as the next person, only too glad to follow her family back to the inn and into the back to their personal space. What little they had brought to serve meals was returned to proper places or left to be washed on the morrow, and the young woman wearily climbed the stairs to her tiny attic room. Yet as she undressed and got into bed, something was... not wrong, per se, just not quite right either. The room felt oppressive to her for some reason. She rose to crack a window. She fiddled with her necklace, a touchstone which had calmed her nerves on more than one occasion. She folded down the coverlet. Each attempt was logical, but failed to change the way she was feeling. Lying in bed she stared at the rafters, unable to sleep for some reason she couldn't name. Finally she got up and dressed in clothes not stained with flecks of fish scale then crept down the stairs and out the back door of the inn, hoping a walk would clear her head. She knew she was tired, but whatever was keeping her awake wasn't going to release her so easily.

Unerringly her feet took her back to the river, and though she skirted the trampled area which had been so heavily used earlier, she still found herself at the river's edge without properly thinking about her destination at all. She had to wonder what had drawn her back here, that broken rock's silver-lined silhouette eerily clear in the moonlight. It had tugged at her all day, and here she was back again, staring at it. She didn't even know how long she had been standing there, idly rubbing her pendant between thumb and forefinger, contemplating the other side of the river. What was the matter with her tonight?
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Jeanie staggered a moment and frowned. The char she had been about to toss up to the river back flopped and struggled in her hands, but the woman didn’t seem to notice. Something in the corner of her eye had flashed, and it hadn’t been a char. It had been closer to the far bank, and all the char was being dumped on this side. Turning her head slowly, Jeanie tried to catch the image in the corner of her eye. Despite her best efforts, she couldn’t quite manage to isolate the figment and was left staring at the far side of the river bank. She’d been there before to collect clay, and it certainly wasn’t anything exciting. There certainly wasn’t anything over there that would be moving. Probably just a rabbit. She thought at first, but the flashes and fragments kept on drawing her attention back to it. Jeanie couldn’t quite put her finger on it, and the only explanation she could come up with was the quick sip she had snuck earlier. What in the name of fudge coated snickerdoodles did Trayner put into that bourbon? Even now she could feel a faint tickling in the back of her head, as if there was a feather dancing along the bottom of her brain.

As the day wound down, Jeanie was torn between swearing off drinking completely, and going all out to see if a large amount of Ara would cure this tick that she seemed to have developed. The little flashes and distractions had continued all through the fishing, not that Jeanie allowed that to stop her. She had work to do and sure as plummed peas was she going to do it; weird hangover or not. The decision was made more by her friends and family than anything; so at the urging of those around her, Jeanie joined the festivities with a will. After all, if this doesn’t work tonight, I can always quit tomorrow. Plus, I wouldn’t want to miss the celebration. Ol’ Hank looks like his purse is several chits too heavy anyway. So Jeanie grabbed a glass of hot mulled wine to warm her from the day’s labors, then a mug of spiced ale. After that there were several half glasses of Ara with Ol’ Hank as the two settled down to a fiery round of Mahjong; a series of competitions that Jeanie lost. She didn’t just lose, but she was trounced every single match, a feat hitherto unheard of. Every time it looked like she was close to regaining the advantage, Jeanie would twitch a little and look out into space for a few moments. She just couldn’t seem to help it. Ol’ Hank had a great time of it postulating “which lucky lad” it was she was pining for. That amusing theory didn’t stop him from refilling her glass at every opportunity just in case it was the liquor instead. Ol’ Hank was already several Chits up in their wagers and was on a hot streak even after they switched to dice.

When her old friend Garidan came by to “walk her home”, it was to the hoots of Ol’ Hank and the farmers she had been playing with. Smiling she shook her head at their wild guesses, but that wouldn’t stop the talk tomorrow. Not that she really cared. The two went way back, and so Jeanie felt completely safe accepting Garidan’s proffered arm when she found the ground had decided it wanted to move around a bit more than it had any right to. Waving a mahjong tile she had absconded with, Jeanie bid adieu to Layal as they passed, "I’ll have to play you another day Jeanie has teased that being a thatcher, the hair growing from his family’s feat must be straw by now.Straw Toes, Merry Eve!" Grabbing a meat pie and a half bottle of pumpkin ale for the road, Jeanie left the party arm in arm with Garidan. As they strolled through the moonlight, with only a faint hitch in Jeanie’s step, the woman mumbled, "Don’t know what it is about this place sometimes, but it makes me so twitchy; like a pig that can smell a truffle but just can’t ever seem to find it." as she offered her companion a bite of the Pasty. When drinking it was important to have a bit of food to balance things out, and it would be rude to not share.

It didn’t take long for the pair to make it to the pottery shop where Jeanie lived. Giving the man a squeeze on the arm before letting go, and bestowing a brief kiss on the cheek, the woman remarked sleepily, "You’re a good man Garidan. You’re going to make some lucky lass very happy someday. Just don’t shack up with Chelsie. She’s a total Bishana. Completely wrong for you." The words trailed off as Jeanie slipped through the door of the workshop. Finding the ladder, Jeanie climbed into the loft with little difficulty due to long practice. Unfortunately her normally undisturbed sleep was still plagued with the same phantasms that had distracted her all day.

Finally Jeanie rose from her pallet, half asleep, and half in frustration. The effects of the liquor were negligible at this point, and yet all she could envision was the far bank of the river. There was nothing for it but to silently steal from her home, still absently clutching the bottle of pumpkin ale, and pad barefoot down to the river. Ironic, considering that usually she was sneaking into her home; trying not to wake anyone or make too much of a racket running into things. Confused and frustrated as to what was driving her so, Jeanie’s gait slowed as she approached the river. The eerie creaking of wood combined with the lengthened moon shadows would be enough to spawn hesitation in even the hardiest farmer. Looking down, Jeanie gave a slight gasp at the sight of her amulet. The pendant that she wore constantly had started to emit a faint light that matched that of the silvery moonlight shining down from above. Jeanie’s attention sharpened at the revelation, as it was something new. Exciting. Unknown. A puzzle. Something was different here. And here was another one. Bobbing up and down on a small wooden boat in the river was… "Thomas?" Taking in the scene more fully, Jeanie picked out another shadow by the river bank. A feminine silhouette. "Oh…" Oh I hadn’t realized that… Feeling embarrassed at having somehow interrupted a late night encounter, under the stars, with a wolf moon, to be accompanied by a romantic boat ride… Faintly clearing her throat, Jeanie made to leave, though inexplicably reluctant to actually take the first steps away from the scene.
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"Woah pay attention there Gare! I’m not sure how many fingers you need to tend the horses but I’m guessing more is better!" Katlyn joked as Garidan’s knife slipped and only a well-practiced correction saved his index finger.

Garidan blinked, thinking for a moment he may have heard someone laughing on the far shore, but it was much too distant to hear such a thing and besides no one was there. He grinned as he collected himself, playfully elbowing Katlyn as she chastised him for his carelessness and carried on with his work. "Oh be quiet you, I’ve seen you fillet a fish before and it’s a miracle you have any fingers left". Merry-bell whinnied behind him in agreement.

He felt distracted after that however, and kept idly glancing across the river, not really expecting to see or hear anything more but simply with a vague anticipatory feeling that he couldn’t quite put his finger on, perhaps the excitement and activity of the day just had him out of sorts for some reason. He loaded fish into the baskets strapped to Merry-bell’s sides as Ol Maudie supervised the winding down of the char run, folks stowing away nets and drying themselves off, preparing to celebrate that evening now that most of the work was done. Garidan had to lead Merry-bell to town and back a couple times to carry all the fish they had caught, the haul had been good this year. Normally he would have brought along a second helper for Merry-bell but the only other horse he had that was really good with this kind of excitement was Greymane and the elderly stallion had been getting a bit ornery in his old age.

Normally, the friendly and boisterous Garidan would be all for a party at the end of the day but the distracted daydreaming that seemed to have started that morning and deepened into a quietness that he couldn’t quite seem to break, so even after finishing all the work that could be done in the day he mounted up on Merry-bell and rode away from the center of town, off around the fringes of the forest on an old trail he knew well. The sun was low over the trees and making all sorts of warm pretty colors with the clouds when he set out and his mind wandered.

He woke from his haze with a start when Merry-bell stopped and whinnied at him, he couldn’t recall when it had become dark but the sun was a couple hours gone at least now and he saw the reason why Merry-bell had stopped. He had somehow led them to the edge of the river. He looked out across the riverbank, thinking he might be able to make out the ruins but it was getting dark and his eyes couldn’t pick out any details. He shook his head to clear it, hopped off Merry-bell and started to walk her home.

As he walked through town he heard raised voices, the sounds of mirth and merriment and recently thoughtful expression widened into a cheerful grin as he briefly joined in, sharing a drink with everyone and telling a few of the same jokes he’d telling for years ("What did the horse say when he fell? … I’ve fallen and I can’t giddyup!") to the same raucous laughter despite everyone knowing it already. Glancing around he noticed that Jeanie had been getting a bit into the ara this evening and that it might be a good time to call it a night. Besides, Merry-bell was getting impatient.

Jeanie seemed to be in a bit of an odd mood as well, though he wasn’t sure if that was the ara or something else entirely."Oh, I’m sure it’s just all the excitement around today, seems to have gotten me a bit turned around as well," Garidan replied as Jeanie mentioned how she’d been feeling twitchy, "I’m sure a good night’s sleep will have us both sound as sunbeams," he finished so surely that he convinced himself of it. He was a bit taken aback by the kiss she planted on his cheek before she slipped back inside, not that it had been the first time a kind gesture from him had earned such a token but it caught him off guard today nonetheless. Merry-bell made a small snickering sound from behind him as he collected himself and carried on towards the Arasme farm.

"Oh be quiet you, she was just being friendly."He patted her flank gently as he guided her into the stables. Most of the others were asleep by now, it looked like Greymane had been snoozing most of the day. As Garidan walked by he patted Longtooth as the big horse dozed, he had fallen asleep standing up again and his big head was hanging lazily over the stall door. Guiding Merry-bell into hers and wishing her a good night, Swift must have heard them because she staggered to her feet and whinnied quietly, earning herself a scratch behind the ear before Garidan headed to bed with a single quiet "Good night everyone," before he closed the stable doors.

Garidan could not sleep. Something was nagging at him, like something he had forgotten and was trying to remember. The river, something about the river was bothering him. Getting out of bed he threw his cloak over his shoulders and headed out, thinking heading there might at least quiet his mind for a moment. As he walked, he felt the pendant that hung ever-present at his neck weigh against his skin more than usual, though he was sure he was imagining things.

Standing on the riverbank, the cool night air doing nothing to uncloud his thoughts, he heard the creaking of wood and the gentle splashing of paddling, and then a woman’s voice calling out, "Thomas?"

Looking down along the bank, a bit startled and growing increasingly confused, Garidan replied "Jeanie?".

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The day of the char run started off no differently from any other, and Thomas did what he always did. Mainly, that was hauling nets, but it wasn't uncommon for someone to ask him to lend a hand here or help out with something over there. When Maudie pulled him aside and sent him on a different sort of task than usual, he didn't think much of it and headed off into the village to begin gathering the requested supplies.

There were many things in the village that were communal, and many that weren't, but the distinction didn't bother Thomas as he set out to cobble together the half-dozen packs Maudie had ordered. There wasn't a house in the village he hadn't been in before, and indeed, Rivair Hibbair was not the sort of place where people worried about crime, so with the entire village out on the banks of the river, Thomas moved freely through building after building. When he had too much to carry, he would make a trip to the back of the mill where he hid the packs for later, and continue with his scavenging.

Once he finished, Thomas returned to the river bank and continued helping with the char run. When everyone was finally called to stop, he joined in with the revelries, just as he always did. It had been a long day, and even the strongest of workers found themselves weary, and often wet, to the bone. But it was worth it. The char would be a staple for the village for months to come.

As night fell and people began drifting home, drifting to bed, Thomas did what he always did and went home as well. It was only then that Thomas did something truly strange, though none were around to see it. He did not daydream. He did not drift off to sleep. Instead, he stared at the ceiling, steadfastly counting the minutes in his head. When the moon crested the horizon, he quietly rose and made his way outside, where he began transporting the packs to the ferry. It was just as he was settling the last of them into place that he heard a voice call his name.

Carefully putting the last pack in its place, Thomas turned around to see Lillian, Jeanie, and Balazar. He wasn't worried that the others weren't there yet. Maudie had said they would be there, so they would be there. Smiling, Thomas made his way over to Lillian and tapped her shoulder to get her attention, pointing toward the others. "Hello, Miss Jeanie," he said, also signing to help Lillian, considering the dim lighting. "Hello Garidan." He didn't offer any explanation as to why they had all gathered here, and instead was looking around as if expecting more to show up.
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Lyall internally laughed at himself as he worked on catching and slicing the Char, an echo of the laughter as his previously clean visage was now... not clean anymore. It was one of those moments that he treasured, where even the staid workers embraced something light and fun. And it was things like the laughter that made this job more tolerable than many others.

But even with the job that needed to be done and the feasting and cooking that he knew was coming, there was something different today. A whisper, a call... something that had to do with the ruins that he had occasionally spied on from afar. And as the sun sunk low in the sky, that feeling at the back of his neck steadily grew stronger. But he pushed it away as best he could. There were things to do and fun to enjoy. Because of the joy of the Char run, he had been able to lure some farmers, along with Jeannie, for a game and some drinks.

But even that passed as Garidan came by, and Lyall grinned impishly at Jeannie as she gave him a teasing remark about straw. The relatively dashing halfling leaned back as he tilted his head and called back, "Any time, Jeannie. Careful with the meat pies though, we don't want the clay to start settling on your hips, or worse. That'd be a shame for everyone." He laughed, but as the woman went off with the Ranger, the other farmers seemed to get ready to quit the day as well. With the game basically done, Lyall stood and headed toward home, though for some reason he couldn't fight the pull to look toward the ruins.

Back at the Greengirdle household, the night was starting to truly set, and most of the family was already getting ready for bed. But Lyall couldn't make himself calm down and he couldn't really put a finger on why he was restless. He couldn't just up and say that it felt like there were whispers in his head. Even Amaree wouldn't let that one pass. He kept tossing, and pacing and eventually Lyall was back outside, after a shout from his brother.

And so Lyall walked along the lanes of packed dirt under moon and star. He didn't really have an idea of where he was going, but his feet moved seemingly of their own accord in his restlessness. Before he knew it, he found the dark, silent river stretch out before his eyes. It should have been empty at this time of night, but it definitely wasn't. In the pseudo-dark he could see Thomas and boat, the figures and voices revealed Lillian, Jeanie and Garidan. Suddenly the halfling let out a laugh, partly in humor and partly in embarrassment, and he spoke cheerfully, even as he simultaneously signed vigorously for Lillian's sake, "Did someone forget to tell me about the after party? Unless I've interrupted a pair of moonlight dates?" He shook his head at the thought... He might have considered it true if it was just one pair, but the thought of a double date was absurd. He scuffed his feet then cleared his throat and spoke in a softer, more serious tone, "I guess you all are feeling restless too?"
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Seamus worked hard. It was nice to exert himself, though he had to be careful and alert lest the change come upon him. It seemed to react to his moods, granting him strength, or endurance, or grace as needed when he wasn't paying attention. Even when he was it sometimes overcame him, so Seamus couldn't lose himself in the work as he might have, which only served to keep him tightly wound. He did smile when his red-faced father returned and saw him working as if he'd been there the whole time. From the corner of his eye he saw his father approach Stephan, who was overseeing the net pulling this year, and he imagined he could hear their conversation.

"Stephan, how long has my son been working?" Malcolm would say. "Oh I'm not sure, most of the run I believe." would be the reply. "But I looked earlier and he wasn't there," Malcolm would respond with rising intensity. "Ayup, guess we missed him earlier. Never saw him join fresh and the nets have been pulled like clockwork in a smooth rotation. What's more likely, that we missed one person on one of the busiest days of the year, or that Seamus somehow snuck into the rotation without anyone knowing," Stephan lazily prodded, "Leave me to my work Malcolm, and return to yours." Stephan gestured away and Malcolm's face went bright red, and instead of ignoring the exchange, Seamus took a moment between nets to smile and wave to his father, causing the rage to boil higher. Serves you right old man. The thought was bitter and sad at the same time and he quickly went back to trying to lose himself in the work.

As usual, his family ruined everything. He kept having angry or sad thoughts intrude on him and ruin his rhythm with the others. It was like a siren call of despair waiting to swallow him up. More and more he only could escape that song in the woods, and he wondered how much longer he'd be able to even be around the people of this town. There were a few he didn't mind as much, but that look was everywhere, like his father was infecting the whole town against him. His fingers idly touched the pouch at his waist. Why didn't she keep me. It was one of those errant thoughts he quickly banished, but it did ignite a fire in him and he managed to focus back on the work. And for a moment Seamus' world contracted to the work he did here and all else was forgotten.

But then a feeling started to creep in. It was like that feeling when a wolf was stalking you, that of unseen eyes and unsmelled smells, and Seamus was the prey. It was the feeling a deer gets when being hunted, jerking its head up for no reason, only Seamus was the deer. It was that feeling that caused a cat to go from loving to scared and darting off, and Seamus was the cat. Seamus tried to focus on the nets but the feeling just wouldn't go away. And then he felt it, something brushed against his cheek, a cool hand, a presence, like something right out of his dreams of a loving family, but that wasn't his reality and he dropped his hold on the net and fairly snarled looking for the offending hand that would dare to offer such a familiar gesture, but all he saw were the ruins. Odd, that with so many people around that would be what caught his eye first. For once his weirdness worked in his favor and no one commented on his strange behavior. Seamus couldn't shake the memory of that touch but went back to work. Though that feeling dimmed, it seemed to keep drawing his eyes to the ruins...phantom noises, a moment of lost balance, an errant thought, even sometimes the way a fish flopped in the net drew his eyes back to the ruins, and it left him being disturbed.



Job done, most people made their way to the feast. Seamus had gone many times in his younger days, but since hitting his majority he'd only been twice. Once ended when a girl had whispered lewdly in his ear and Seamus, nervous and unsure, had excused himself to the giggles at his back. The other time...Seamus shuddered...the other time had been when he indulged in the drink as his father did, and he and Malcolm had a heated yelling match. He didn't remember what was said, but he remembered the anger, and smelling the sweat and fear on his father and thinking of how much like prey he looked in that moment. Pulse hammering loudly in his neck for Seamus, a quick bite to release the vital blood and then ride him to the ground as his struggles slowed and...Seamus had sobered at that moment and run. And Seamus had avoided the feast proper ever since. He usually snuck in and grabbed a plate of food and then retreated to enjoy the meal alone. The silence of the woods was better, even if he wished just once he could have a normal relaxing time at the feast.

This time Seamus found himself sitting in the crook of a tree, eating his personal feast and staring out over the ruins without even noticing, mind lost in an unremembered daydream as the wolf moon rose. That moon both frightened and fascinated Seamus. He knew the stories, fanciful tales of people becoming animals under the light of the wolf moon, and had been assured that such things were just that, stories. But Seamus wondered if his night wanderings had cause his strange changes. Maybe it only needed the moon to start such things, and now the curse would run rampant. But it hardly seemed a curse, it helped Seamus when he needed a little more, it seemed eager to be there for him, like a puppy in training, but it also causes such a change in him. And also the primal part of Seamus felt electrified by the moon. He understood the wolf's desire to howl at the moon, had even indulged in it himself a few time, it was the closest thing to honest he was allowed to be in his stupid, hateful life. Sure there were those that weren't so bad, Lillian was just a nice person, and Thomas helped take care of her, and...his hand flinched to the pouch at his side...and others.

Seamus dropped silently from his tree and stalked among his traps, resetting the ones that had been set off and shifting the foliage to obscure them once more. He was methodical but didn't follow his usual pattern. It wasn't until he had checked the last one that he realized he was back by the river. He shook his head, trying to clear the fuzz out and noticed Thomas packing a boat...in the dark? Lillian walked out staring at Thomas, no past Thomas at the ruins. Seamus sunk a little deeper into the shadows and watched Jeanie showed up, then her friend, what's-his-name, and finally the town irritation Lie-around. This is strange. His gaze wanders to the ruins again and he watches as the people interact for a moment before feeling the pull of curiosity...and something else. Moving like one of the shadows themselves, Seamus is behind the others before he growls, No dates. No party. His words seem deeper and more resonant than most have heard before, but in a moment that is gone, What is going on here? He directs this last to Thomas, the only one not surprised and that seemed ready for this gathering.
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When Lyall showed up and joked about dates, Thomas' eyes briefly flickered to Lillian before suddenly finding the ground quite interesting. The question about feeling restless drew him out of that mood, though. "Restless?" he asked. Thomas looked confused for a moment, and Seamus' arrival and question only caused his brows to furrow further. "We're going to the ruins," he finally said, moving toward the ferry. When something seemed off, it was best to fall back to what was familiar, and listening to Maudie was familiar to Thomas. "I've already packed everything, we can go now." He climbed aboard as if there was no question whether the others would follow, because there was no question. Of course they would follow.
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Beckoning ShoresSo simple, five words of an explanation from what was most likely the most earnest and straightforward individual in the entirety of the village. Even in the moonlight it was clear that there were six packs carefully placed on the river crosser and if they had not been aware of the events as they unfurled, somehow Thomas knew, or knew enough to be here as he patiently waited for them to join him on the river's edge.

Questions, it was the type of event to engender many, and yet as the words fell from Thomas' lips, there was a sense to it, an ease of the restless ache and acted as an answer, however vague, to the nagged sensations which had haunted each the past hours. While Jeanie's necklace was exposed to the moonlight and thus one might even dare to explain the inner luminosity as a trick of light, even those who had their token hidden beneath the fold of clothes, there was a dim flicker evident through the material.

As if created to merely further add to the weight of Thomas' simple statement and belief in what was to occur next, the far bank flickered, or more, a small, silvery light darted through the small trees which lined the edge of the largest of the ruin's walls. Unlike earlier in the day, this time the image, the tickle, the very thing that had taunted, toyed and distracted each, remained utterly visible, no longer the flicker in the corner of their vision, the ghost in their periphery.
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Lyall rolled his eyes as Seamus' voice immediately dashed his attempt to bring some levity to the situation, though the halfling didn't bother to turn his head to look to the half-elf. His mind immediately tried to come up with several humorous retorts, but there was something strange about the entire situation. Lyall was many things, but stupid was not one of them. The ne'er-do-well glanced toward Jeannie, whose family necklace gleamed in the moonlight, and it didn't take much more to realize that all but Thomas were bearers of similar pieces.

The halfling then looked to Thomas, watching his shy nature manifest itself, then his unhurried speech came. Lyall nodded easily, and figured that he might know a bit more. Through Old Maudie, he expected, considering the kind man wasn't exactly sharp. When he spoke to Thomas is was in a kind tone, "Of course, it makes sense. I've been feeling... something all day."

As he affirmed his intent to board the boat, the halfling looked toward the flicker on the far bank and wondered what was going on. With silent steps, Lyall moved toward the boat, shouting over his shoulder as he did, "And Seamus... stop being a buzz-kill and maybe you'll actually learn what a party is like and what a joke is!"
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Should have known better than to expect an answer from Thomas. Good heart, simple mind. Seamus sighs and just accepts that he doesn't have a choice as the pull resonates with what Thomas says. This is...not normal. And if it was expected why weren't we told? Seamus shakes his head in frustration. Bah let's get on with it.

He glances over at Lyall and his features somehow darken within the hood of his cloak, This is no party kid. Seamus was well aware Lyall was older, but man did he act immature. Something odd is on the wind and the animals are still. I can almost smell whatever it is on the wind, but this is not a time for levity. The dark is dangerous, especially to those unfamiliar with its nuances. He can see some are unsettled by his words and tries to put them at ease. Besides all that, if you don't shape up I'll throw you in the river. His attempt at levity came out as more of a threat than the levity it was intended as and he sighed once more and stalked off toward the boat.
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Jeanie jumped a little when she heard her name uttered behind her. Whipping her head around to see who was behind her, her eyes alighted on Garidan. "Garidan?" It was a testament to the amount of trust she had in the man that Jeanie’s mind did not immediately jump to the nefarious. That being said, she was still confused at his appearance by the river bank in the middle of the night. It had every appearance that Garidan had followed her. Glancing back to Thomas, Jeanie noted that he had made his way closer to Lillian and was pointing out Jeanie and Garidan. Oddly though, it seemed as if the young man was unperturbed by the interruption. Either Thomas was the best card player in the world, or something else was going on. The young man was just too honest to ever truly master a good Sha-La-Go face, so that meant there was a mystery to be solved. Jeanie could feel goosebumps forming on her skin at the thought. This was exactly how things Didn’t work in Rivair Hibbair. Clamping down on her excitement, Jeanie observed that Thomas seemed to be looking around for someone else. Noting that factoid, Jeanie took the opportunity to start silently cataloguing the information she had available to her, ticking it off one by one on mental fingers.
1. Thomas and Lillian were at the river in the middle of the night.
2. Thomas seems unperturbed at her interruption, much less Garidan’s. In fact, he seems expectant.
3. Lillian, Thomas, and Garidan are all humans, but she was an elf. Is race is a concern?
4. There is a wooden boat. Flat bottomed, and designed for the river. Enough to seat five to ten people. Only good for short trips.
Examining the boat closer in the moonlight, Jeanie adds,
5. The boat has several bags. Likely supplies of some sort since it is not currently being unloaded.
6. This is not the normal docking location for boats in Rivair Hibbair, so this is likely a temporary mooring. Is it specifically for us?
At that point, Lyall made his arrival known. This time Jeanie was less surprised, but the Halfling’s presence was immediately catalogued under point #3. Nodding her head to recognize Layall’s presence, she then shook her head at the playful Halfling’s comment about an after party. Jeanie was about to respond when a fifth figure emerged from the shadows with a growl to refute the same thought. "Seamus." Clearly they had progressed far past “Moonlight date” as her cousin had so adroitly pointed out. When Thomas asked confusedly about their restlessness, Jeanie ticked off another point on her list, but tersely confirmed the feeling that Layall had referred to, "Yes, restless." Jeanie glanced at the Halfling, then locked eyes with Garidan, thinking back to their brief conversation on the way back from the party. The two recognized the stoned faced, hard eyed seriousness that Jeanie usually had when she was formulating a strategy.
7. At least three of them felt an unexplained restlessness.
8. Seamus seemed a bit restless as well, but then again, he always seemed a bit restless
9. Some do not, Thomas at least does not seem to know what this inexplicable feeling is
When Thomas spoke of visiting the ruins, Jeanie was a bit startled, but she didn’t let it show.
10. Thomas presumably has more information than the rest involved. Where did it come from? It was unlikely that something like this would come directly from Thomas himself.
11. They were going to a place that had been tickling her mind all day. That couldn’t be a coincidence.
12. Thomas confirmed that the boat is packed with supplies, and that he did it.
13. Which means that… Thomas somehow *knew* we would be here.
14. He seems assured that we will follow, as if it was assured.
The last point rankled the young woman more than it should, but at the same time, something soothed the feeling as well. It promised the satisfaction one got when that itch finally gets scratched. It nagged at her mind, pulling her towards the flat bottomed boat. The sensation made Jeanie resist even more. Standing her ground, the woman looked at those who had gathered here with her. In doing so, she caught Layall checking out her chest. Really? At a time like this? There was something afoot and he was trying to catch a peek… The thought reminded her of the glowing pendant around her neck. Now that she thought about… Lillian’s pendant seemed to also be glittering in the moonlight, and it wasn’t just the fact that the deaf girl was playing with it. Reaching up, Jeanie moved to lift the pendant over her head so she could get a better look at it straight on… but she couldn’t. The necklace shifted and resettled as she moved, but when it came to actually lifting it over her head it wouldn’t move. Or she couldn’t move. It was hard to tell.

More data points began to resolve as Jeanie carefully reviewed this turn of events, with a rising sense of panic.
15. I can’t remove the pendant
16. At least Lillian and I’s pendants are glowing
17. … Everyone but Thomas is a Second
Thinking back on the night she added:
18. I didn’t leave like I had intended even when I thought this was a moonlight tryst
All of the information so far pointed to something pushing her in one direction, even when she didn’t want to go that way. Well she Did want to go that direction, but she would be damned if she would be forced to it. "Seamus is right, this is not normal." Shaking her head at her angry cousin as he stalked off, Jeanie remarked softly, "Something about this is wrong, I’m out." Jeanie waved to the others and turned to head off.
Her intent was to leave and circle back. She couldn’t deny that she was curious, but she wouldn’t be forced forward. This all felt like when Ol’ Hank set up a triple bind maneuver in Sha-La-Go. It was times like these that it was sometimes helpful to have a game piece or two hidden to break up the formation. Jeanie could be that game piece. Two steps away from the river brought on a headache like a white hot nail through her forehead. The pain was apparent from her gait, but Jeanie pushed through for three more steps; at which point her stomach began to convulse. Leaning down, Jeanie was noisily sick. The others could hear her weakly cursing before turning back to the river.

Tottering forward, Jeanie took a quick sip of the pumpkin ale bottle she still had in hand to clear her mouth. Most of it had sloshed onto the ground when nausea had gripped her, but there was just enough to swish and spit. Clutching the empty bottle Jeanie anxiously added a few more points to her ever growing list. Given her intake during the party it may have seemed like she was just recovering from the excess alcohol, but Jeanie knew better. She had woken up remarkably sober this evening.
19. Whatever it is pushing us forward has the means to enforce the direction.
Well if she couldn’t circumnavigate the issue, she’d have to play along until she saw an opportunity. Even so, the thought came with a boiling sense of anxiety. As fiercely independent as she was, something was inexorably pushing her to the ruins. Shuddering, Jeanie took a seat on the flat bottom boat muttering. "Well ain’t this a turd in the chocolate chip cookie dough." Leaning over to Garidan, Jeanie Whispered, "I think we're just going to have to ride this one out Gare." The reference was to when Garidan had explained how sometimes you had to just let a wild horse run as much as it wanted, wherever it wanted, before really taking a hand to training it. Straightening up in the rough wooden bench on the boat, Jeanie finally turned to Thomas. She was safely ensconced on the boat, so perhaps now she could get some answers. Using the tone of mother's everywhere that indicated she wasn't really asking, Jeanie requested, "I think its about time you told us what is going on young man. Start to finish." Any information she got from the earnest young Thomas would be more than she had; which was good because:
20. Something interesting had finally happened in Rivair Hibbair, and Jeanie was smack dab in the center of it.
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Garidan glanced around as he heard the approach of two more, Lyall and Seamus appearing through the dark fog of the night, coming in from seperate directions. It seemed that none of those present had expected any of the others. Glancing around at the small group that had formed on the riverbank, his eyes met with Jeanie’s for a few moments and he noticed the stern calculations going on behind her eyes. His own eyebrows raised slightly with a small shrug as if to say, Maybe let’s just see what’s up?

The ranger’s sharp eyes drifted to the far side of the riverbank where something silvery and flickering was dancing amongst the trees, he almost felt as though he ought to know what it was but before he could quite place it the sound of argumentative voices broke him out of his concentration.

"Now, now," Garidan chided with the same gentle admonishment he used when one of his horses was misbehaving, "There’s no need for such words, Lyall, Seamus, while I believe there is always a time for jokes and… late night swimming, I don’t believe now is the time for either."

At Jeanie’s outspoken refusal to join in whatever was going on here, he started to protest, "Jeanie I’m sure- "but was quickly cut off by the sound of her loudly retching into the short shrubs of the riverbank. Garidan assumed that she was unwell because of the drinking and her sipping from an ale bottle afterwards didn’t do anything to erase those assumptions, but he was relieved that for whatever reason she seemed to come back around and boarded the boat. He followed closely behind her.

Garidan chuckled softly at her baking-related metaphor as he settled onto the raft amongst the others. "Well Jeanie if I’m being honest, I can’t see much of a resemblance between kind-hearted Thomas and a wild horse, I can’t imagine anything untoward going on here if this good fellow is involved," he beamed widely and clapped Thomas jovially on the shoulder, "but that being said, if you can put any of these curious thoughts to rest, my friend, it would certainly be appreciated"

Garidan wondered, briefly, if Merry-bell was resting peacefully in the stables or if the observant young mare could sense the odd anticipation on the wind as well.
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So caught up in the moonlit night and the strange draw of the ruins, Lillian nearly jumped out of her skin when Thomas tapped her shoulder to get her attention. She was immediately embarrassed, especially when it turned out the reason he'd gotten her attention was to point out that others had arrived. Jeanie and Garidan were both familiar enough faces that she had no trouble recognizing them. She forced herself to drop her necklace, to quit fiddling with it, but that only made the glow shimmer more prominently as the pendant moved. Her eyes were drawn back to the far shore, and it made her frown and turn back bodily, confused by her body's insistence. Whatever was going on here? It seemed she wasn't the only one to feel the pull to the far shore; even as she had the thought, Lyall arrived to join them. It took her a moment to turn her eyes to his lips, but she caught the question about being restless clearly enough. She gave him a crooked smile and waved her hand in a 'so-so' motion, then pointed at the far shore and frowned, shrugging and shaking her head. There wasn't much she could say, really, she didn't know what the strange sensation in her gut was.

With her eyes on Lyall she didn't see the dark shape of Seamus appear behind them, but Thomas was always in the corner of her eye since he was kindly signing when she didn't catch something, so she saw his response. The five words struck a chord within her and she was moving to climb next into the flat boat before she even consciously knew what was happening. For whatever strange reason, it just seemed natural that they would be crossing the river to the ruins in the middle of the night without preparation or prior planning to do so. It was as she moved over and sat down to make room for the others that she caught sight of the silver light on the far shore. "Thom," she said aloud, to catch his attention. It was a syllable she could handle without concern she was mispronouncing it. She tapped her shining pendant and then pointed at the far shore. A single movement conveyed the concept of 'what is that?' in their semi-private language of signs and motions. Lillian was focused on the silver light that had been toying with her all day, and she didn't care if her question interrupted something one of the others said. It seemed like they were all repeating the same questions, anyway, and she thought the strange apparition might have escaped their notice. She felt confident that Thomas would tell them what they were doing soon enough.
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Thomas double-checked all the packs and grabbed one of the long poles used to push and steer the ferry. He didn't seem to pay much heed to Lyall and Seamus' bickering, but when Jeanie said she was leaving he looked in her direction, surprise and confusion clear on his face. He started toward her when she was ill, then paused, not quite certain what to do, but glad when she turned around and got on the boat.

In response to Jeanie's stern tone, Thomas grinned slightly. She hadn't been able to cow him for many years, but it was a little game he enjoyed to play. "Yes, ma'am. Miss Maudie said we would all go to the ruins tonight. She told me to bring all this," he said, indicating the packs at the bottom of the boat. "Now that everyone's here, we need to go. There's no time to waste."

Lillian's voice caught his attention, and his eyes followed where he pointed. He could see a glimmer of light, but not much more. His eyes weren't as good in the dark as some of the others. "Yeah, we need to go." He passed another pole to Garidan, and as soon as everyone was seated, shoved off from shore.
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