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Ah... how splendidly tacky, Dren thought to himself. The clear fakeness of the props and the cheap production values... it was all he'd been expecting and more. The acting was on par, of course. He caught the occasional flubbed line here and there, but that all added to the nieve charm of these productions for him.

Beneath the suit, he spied the female. A female playing a male role, not exactly unheard of, but somewhat odd considering she seemed to be the only one. Her acting was quite captivating, he thought, as he observed her.

Godless Ichor (Dark Fantasy/Action)

The river consumed them to about their waists as the wolves showed an instinctive fear of it, backing away and snarling at the two men working their way through it. The water itself didn't feel particularly different and the current was manageable... but something they realised fast was strange brushing up against them from the ichor in the water. It didn't seem to effect them any, but it was creepy the way it brushed off them like fish.

Godless Ichor (Dark Fantasy/Action)

From beyond the clearing, they came across the river. It was fairly deep and decently wide, no easily getting over it. Amidst the water currents, they could spy small black things flashing in the water, akin to schools of eels wriggling in the water. Could this be the black ichor contaminating the river?
Further thoughts on that would have to wait as a growling alerted the pair to a collection of wolves that had managed to surround them from the other side. There were 4 in total, all thin and gnarled looking, like they hadn't eaten in a while. They were surrounding them so their backs were to the river. Each one looked ready to pounce.

Godless Ichor (Dark Fantasy/Action)

I was waiting on anyone, lol.

Godless Ichor (Dark Fantasy/Action)

"If it bleeds gold, it is a Godless. Even if you do not partake in its ichor, keep it. Many here will want it... and do not drink from the river, ever." The man finished as he seemed to settle back down into a slump, moving his hood back up. His eyes glinted slightly.
"One more thing, if you find a man named Rudyard... tell him an old friend wishes him well. He will understand..."

Godless Ichor (Dark Fantasy/Action)

"I do not know what became of him... he escaped to the mountains with his beloved and I was banished afterward..." he looked wistful again before he seemed to remember something. From behind the rock, he pulled out a leather bag and opened it. "The ichor is in the river, so follow it to the river's source. If the ichor is what you seek, you should take these tools with you." from the bag he produced a collection of glass bottles with cork stoppers and a strange spout took with a sharp point and a curved angle.
"These are blood letting tools." he explained. "The golden blood of the Godless is a valuable commodity here and it's effects can even heal you in dangerous circumstances."

Godless Ichor (Dark Fantasy/Action)

"The king, he ordered an execution upon the beloved of my fellow knight... he confided in me and I aided their escape from the city. His highness was... not in the best of minds." He spoke still somewhat fondly of the king, wording the insult softly... now, he looked upon the two with a gaze of scrutiny. "Do you intend to seek out the source of the ichor?"

Godless Ichor (Dark Fantasy/Action)

"I chose a comerade over my king, a fellow knight... I aided him and my king learned of my actions." The man explained as he turned his head. "I may be called a traitor for that... but I stand by what I did. Even as I suffer for it." The knight said it almost proudly as he looked upon the two, his resolve was clearly still strong despite his terrible position.

Godless Ichor (Dark Fantasy/Action)

"The kingdom is beset by the return of the ichor. The Godless are prowling... and even now claim victims. We're in a sorry state and then some..." he smiled wryly as he seemed to stroke the scabbard affectionately, a twinge of nostalgia creeping out of his eye and staining his cheek. He turned to them now, a look of scrutiny upon his face.
"And what of you two? Why are you here in this godforsaken place?"

Godless Ichor (Dark Fantasy/Action)

"I believe words will not do it justice... instead, you should see for yourself." he moved one hand from his scabbard and lowered his hood, revealing a bald head beneath and a nasty looking mark on his cheek. It was a circle with four spikes poking out of its corners. The two of them recognized the symbol. It was infamous across many kingdoms, a mark for knights who betrayed their king. It was the Brand of Disloyal Banishment. Those branded with it were forbidden to remain in their home town or even their own kingdom, they were a heretic who disgraced their lords and would forever bear that shame.