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Current Back at the guild after a long absence. Much changed since I was gone?
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Medical student living in Scotland, a lover of beer and steak mostly - but also writing, and politics. Because why not make myself even more divisive.

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Siobhan


Niko swallowed hard, glancing around as if he were tracking movement.

"We haven't been watching you that closely, you know. Had no idea about the mirrors. No idea at all." He picked up the pace and started speed walking to the window. When he got to it, he ran his hand along the window lintel, tracing the spots where glass had once known a home - and his eyes lost their focus.

"Siobhan, what are you seeing in the mirrors? I can't see anything in them, I can't even see myself." Ana murmured, distracted by the space beyond the silver. "Can't even... I can't..."

Niko was mumbling to himself too, though with more purpose, more confidence, and with his eyes closed.

His eyes opened, his face shocked.

"I don't believe it."

He shook his head, and pressed his hand again the windowframe once more - to no avail.

He turned and shouted.

"There's no more fucking ma-" He was cut off abruptly by silence. His mouth kept moving, but the air between them blurred suddenly, and the noise simply stopped. In the mirrors, there was movement - movement not traceable to the physical world.

Movement in the shape of a man, stuck forever at the edge of your vision, almost as though they were avoiding it.

These presences, these additional things occupying the blackened space of the attic, living behind mirrors and behind Siobhan's mind - they could not speak. At least not with language.

But Siobhan felt her name being called. She could feel the weight of it on her mind - like a spring held down, like a mattress weighed upon, like paper folding.

Behind them, Niko was banging his fists against the barrier of nothing, that thick wall of thin air, screaming bloody murder.

"Siobhan! We have to get to the window!" Ana finally said, holding down her own eyes with her hands, shaking.








Siobhan






"What the fuck?!" Ana yelled reflexively in her native Polish.

"Christ!" Niko winced as Siobhan started to go off like an unstable siren. "What the fuck is it? They're just-" He started to snap at her as the wreck of the woman started rambling at him, before looking around at the mirrors and cutting himself off.

His gaze unfocused, his eyes looked at things unseen, and then his body tensed.

Every hair on end, like needles, or knifepoint.

"We... need to go." Niko blinked, faltering, as he took a weak backwards step towards the window.

"What is going on? Siobhan, what is the matter?" Ana reached out to touch Siobhan, before thinking better of it and settling for moving into Siobhan's line of sight. "What's wrong with the mirrors?"

And then the light flickered.

Not like a lamp. Not like a bulb receiving a spotty current. Not like a candle.

Like something had, for a split-hair fraction of a second, stepped in front of the only light source in the attic - the window itself, their route to safety - and then leapt out of the way.

For Siobhan, the mirrors were beginning to move, her self and her self and her self and her self rolling and rolling and rolling and spinning over and over, things becoming visible behind her behind her behind her behind her, blood and blood or blood if blood in her mouth - the taste and the smell and the fear of it...

But the pain lifted. A little. And something disappeared from the mirrors.

She wasn't sure what. But something.





Siobhan






Niko chuffed in amusement, not unlike a particularly savvy cat.

“Do I look like a Bohemian to you?” His eyebrow quirked as he looked back over his shoulder, and they reached the attic. “Although, as it happens, defenestration of a sort is precisely what will be happening here.”

Ana shook her head disapprovingly.

“I really must warn you though, it is rather odd up here. If you find yourself motion sick easily, or dislike optical illusions, you may wish to close your eyes.”

The interior of the attic would be best described as somewhat bizarre; although it was for the most part comprised of supports and empty space, some of which was occupied by random clutter and previous belongings as it should be in any attic, the beams holding the roof up had been reconfigured around its middle. Rather than occurring in regular rows and columns, they had been delicately rearranged to form a rough semicircle - at the centre of which, set into the roof in that way they often are, was a window. Facing the window, four metres back from it, there was a great armchair of dark red leather, its arms and its seat stained with something ancient and once-vital.

The arrangement of the room was not, however, its most bizarre quality.

No. The strangest thing was that whomever had once occupied it had clearly devoted a tremendous expense in terms of time and manpower both to hanging broken shards of mirror almost everywhere apart from the semicircle itself.

Three metres between each share, equidistant all of them. All at the same height.

“I told you, it’s weird up here. I’ve been trying to figure out why they did it - right now I think they were looking for power, or protection, but...”

He trailed off. Did he trail off? He may have trailed off, or Siobhan’s ears may have given up in protest.

No, her ears were working. She could hear it when the pull-down stairs up to the attic slammed shut behind her, hard.

Like they were pushed. Or thrown.

@Nate1008

Heyo. Not to worry about inactivity to be honest, we’ve been taking our time ourselves, and school does have to come first. Feel free to complete your app, but I should say that for the time being I’d like the current character roster to stay the way it is. If you finish your sheet and submit it, we’ll get back to you on it all the same, but I do not currently have any plans for creating a point where we can add cast members easily.
Alicia heard what had been ordered and then looked around her for anything to do. “So...what are we supposed to do until then?” she asked, looking slightly confused at their orders. Didn’t they need to go all together somewhere?

As the others made their way off towards the castle, and the elf started barking orders at his countrymen, Alan clicked his neck, rolled his shoulders, and started to look about the place. The trees were dense and dark, a promise of hostility encircling the beginnings of their camp, and Alan nodded to himself at Balidvar’s command to avoid them. If you can’t see the far side of the room, you don’t go wandering there without a torch.

Alan’s ears perked as a curious looking woman with an alchemist’s satchel voiced her confusion.

“We’re meant to get on with our own jobs, whatever they are, Miss…” He quirked an eyebrow as he trailed off, inviting her to give him her name.

“Alicia Fairbright. Nice to meet you...and I do recall we were supposed to be working as team on this expedition. I can’t do anything here or find anything rare by waiting outside while everyone goes off to play hero,” she stated.

“So then? What is your story? Also...what do you think we should do?”

Alan’s other eyebrow raised to meet the one already cocked. He had not been working as Karl for a while now and he hoped, in a way, that he would not need to. He preferred being naturally expressive - as inexpressive as he really was.

He withdrew his hand from his belt, and cracked his knuckles.

“Name is Alan. Nice to meet you, too - but I don’t quite know what you mean by my story.” He added on, not quite as an afterthought. “As for what we should do? Dunno about yourself, Alicia, but I think I’m gonna get some of these boys organised into a watch, set a rota or something. You seem to have an understanding of chemistry an’ what not, so perhaps you can scan the area away from the trees for anything harmful or poisonous.”

Alan leaned down to heft his pack onto his back. Didn’t want it getting lost. Or stolen.

“Losing horses, or worse, losing men, ain’t something we can easily afford. If you do find something you reckon will fuck us up, do us a favour and destroy it if you can.”

“Hmm. Well...our boss did tell us to wait here and not go wandering off and getting caught or spotted. So I could perhaps stay around and help set up watch? Perhaps as we are keeping our eyes open for any monsters or bandits I may spot something valuable around here?” offered Alicia - her entire speech being rapid and rather without a filter.
“Anyways. Let us get some sticks and torches ready…” she cheered. “Wait...how long did he say he’d be gone?”

Alan stopped for a moment, turning back from the group of idle men he’d been about to shout at with a look of almost-confusion edging its way onto his face.

“I don’t think he gave us an exact deadline, Alicia. He’s sweeping an until-now abandoned enemy fortification for threats. That could take hours, or it could be a task that stretches over a couple of days if it proves particularly difficult. Similarly, I suppose they might be out in minutes, if there’s somethin’ truly awful in there.” Alan nodded as he finished, as if tapering off the sentence in his mind, before turning back again to those idle fools who were pulling pipes out to smoke.

“No smoking! If the fuckin’ elves can smell that shite for a hundred feet, you bet that wolves and monsters an’ all sorts of horrid things can too.” He growled. “Air in these places don’t move. Smells longer for hours and hours. Go without at least until we’re in the castle. And make yourselves busy.”

“So...no torches then?” asked Alicia, groaning in response - seeing as she was pretty sure the mosquitos would soon be upon them.

Though compared to getting eaten by monsters, or attacked by bandits. She expected for things to be...less than stellar against smoking.

“...darn...so then. How shall begin watching things? Up high? Or down low?”

“We’ll take it in shifts, an’ give the guards alternative patrol routes. I don’t want anyone not watching someone else’s back, and I don’t want anyone without their own back bein’ watched in turn. Guards can swap posts every hour, so they don’ get bored an’ nod off.” Alan started to organise the idle soldiers into twos and threes, assigning them to the various corners of the provisional camp and giving them their instructions.

“We’ll join the watch ourselves, o’ course. As for torches, we might see if we can set up some lanterns or somethin’ once darkness encroaches fully - but they make us obvious, and they ruin your night vision. I want our boys keeping their eyes good.”

Alan’s ears perked again.

“What do you mean up high or down low?”

“I mean should we set up posts on the highest reaches we can. I’know...seeing higher to down. Or just keep plenty of people watching the roads and paths...either one could work or fail…” she explained to him.
“Anyways. Are we setting up camp here already? I thought were supposed to wait until those others came back. Or are we staying in this vicinity for longer?”

Alan gestured to the area inside the short wall around the castle itself, previously isolated by a gate, now open to the exterior of the castle grounds and the darkness of the woods around that.

“Inside the walls, I reckon we can set a few things up for the time bein’. How much we set up precisely is gonna depend on how long the Lord takes inside, but we can at least get a place to feed and tie horses goin’. Maybe…” Alan stepped just inside the gate arch, and looked up at the wall from the other side.

Some time ago, years or more, men had been able to gain a height advantage from the parapet there - the broken, unstable parapet.

Thinking of what Alicia had just said, Alan thought he could see a few places along the wall where men might gain that advantage once more.

“Up high. Not a poor idea at all, I don’t think. Lady Alicia, would you help me find some useful timbers in these ruins, so we can set a place for our bowmen to keep watch Up High, while the other men keep their watch Down Low?”

“Sure...perhaps we can find some useful herbs in the area too…” she said, smiling at him.
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