"Hey there, 'ave ye heard" I heard m'self last night. They says people is vanishins in the woods, no trace at all an in the dead of night! S'like they were just spirited away or something! I didna believe it, but m'mate Mick, he told me and I take his word for m'life! Anyways, I knew you and yours have been active as of late, and maybe some silver might cross m' palm if this panned out for ya, right' Anyways, someone said Caravans were losin' people as well, strange bit of stuff, eh?"
"Hmm...Not as strange as you think, it seems the town guard are having their hands full too, and more people are finally stepping up to the plate. So, the wood, eh' Yeah I'll look into it, I'll leave the silver in the usual spot when I get back, the amount of course depends on how well this pans out, and what not. Thanks."
That was the first time Brian Ravenlock had heard of the newfound vanishings that have been occuring in the Forests lately, however it would not be the last by any means. Talks of it rang about the market place as well all morning, and he was even able to confirm it via the local Militia as well who was urging Caravans, and Travelers to be cautious in how they tread in the woods.
Normally, Brian would have hardly bothered with this, but...Given what had happened in WestEnd, and the recent attacks all over, not to mentioned the strange nature of these attacks both in and out of the city walls, Brian had to try to see if something could be pieced together. A snowball's chance in hell? Maybe, but a chance is a chance.
Being fairly familiar with most of the local camp grounds, and Caravan gathering spots, Brian made ready and as the moon rose, he set out have a look see for himself. Garbed head to toe in a black shinobi shozuko, with some darkened face paint to assist his half mask, the usual light kev under armour of course followed, and his favoured jika-tabi boots to make it easier to climb and quietly skulk about. A small version of his tac harness, which carried two black sheathed and bladed wakizashi blades rounded it all off.
He began from the North end of the city, and set into the woods, staying off the beaten path as best he could, and training some trappers from the local Caravans which surrounded one of the larger gathering clearings. A few hours passed, and little else occured, save some couples that braved the possibility of being spirited away for a chance at some romantic alone time.
A shake of head, as Brian detached himself literally from the shadows of some upper branches of a great oak, careful steps took him along a majestic branch, as a great leap sent him into the air, and soon landing on the branch of another great oak, and soon he was once more enveloped into the darkness.
The Midnight had come and Brian found himself, far to the north near a camp of romany who seemed to have no fear whatsoever, as they seemingly sang and danced the night away, soon bit by bit they quieted and the camp came to rest, Brian saw quite a few move off to their own tents and noted they didn't see to be grouping so much, maybe this might be a break. So quietly, he waited within the heavy cover the uppers levels of the trees offered and waited. For what, he had no idea.
"Hmm...Not as strange as you think, it seems the town guard are having their hands full too, and more people are finally stepping up to the plate. So, the wood, eh' Yeah I'll look into it, I'll leave the silver in the usual spot when I get back, the amount of course depends on how well this pans out, and what not. Thanks."
That was the first time Brian Ravenlock had heard of the newfound vanishings that have been occuring in the Forests lately, however it would not be the last by any means. Talks of it rang about the market place as well all morning, and he was even able to confirm it via the local Militia as well who was urging Caravans, and Travelers to be cautious in how they tread in the woods.
Normally, Brian would have hardly bothered with this, but...Given what had happened in WestEnd, and the recent attacks all over, not to mentioned the strange nature of these attacks both in and out of the city walls, Brian had to try to see if something could be pieced together. A snowball's chance in hell? Maybe, but a chance is a chance.
Being fairly familiar with most of the local camp grounds, and Caravan gathering spots, Brian made ready and as the moon rose, he set out have a look see for himself. Garbed head to toe in a black shinobi shozuko, with some darkened face paint to assist his half mask, the usual light kev under armour of course followed, and his favoured jika-tabi boots to make it easier to climb and quietly skulk about. A small version of his tac harness, which carried two black sheathed and bladed wakizashi blades rounded it all off.
He began from the North end of the city, and set into the woods, staying off the beaten path as best he could, and training some trappers from the local Caravans which surrounded one of the larger gathering clearings. A few hours passed, and little else occured, save some couples that braved the possibility of being spirited away for a chance at some romantic alone time.
A shake of head, as Brian detached himself literally from the shadows of some upper branches of a great oak, careful steps took him along a majestic branch, as a great leap sent him into the air, and soon landing on the branch of another great oak, and soon he was once more enveloped into the darkness.
The Midnight had come and Brian found himself, far to the north near a camp of romany who seemed to have no fear whatsoever, as they seemingly sang and danced the night away, soon bit by bit they quieted and the camp came to rest, Brian saw quite a few move off to their own tents and noted they didn't see to be grouping so much, maybe this might be a break. So quietly, he waited within the heavy cover the uppers levels of the trees offered and waited. For what, he had no idea.