west camp (Ander, Isek)
"Is Dremmick here!?" Ander shouted this time. He then sighed as he guessed he would have to tell Isek something or else he would never answer... or better yet leave. "Listen to me and listen to me good," his voice low but forceful, "This is no merchant group, this is a cult. I've spared the hired mages around here. Take a look around, I've killed nearly 50 people on this wing of the camp alone, yet there are only roughly twenty bodies, the rest I'm guessing are doubles. Not all of them are real people. They are searching for Dremmick, and as long as they don't know what I am or that I am apart of Fairy Tail they won't link my attacks on them to here and thus lead them to Dremmick. If you find him, and get him out of here, hopefully before he's spotted. If you run into the others, act like you know nothing and keep acting like you are trying to help the camp, got it? We can't have Dremmick find out who these people are. Now, I have more hunting to do. I'll leave enough around to have fleeing this town like I normally do, just make sure everyone gets back to the guild, and I we'll have to talk about this later. NOW GO!"
With not much more to say, and honestly wasting more time than he wanted to, Ander pulled up his hood and turned to leave, heading toward the North camp. He would leave the central camp alone to pack up and leave should things go as planned. He could only hope that Isek came alone, but with Isek here, he highly doubted that.
east camp (Terra, Aishi, Ris)
Dremmick gave Ris a quick embrace before heading off to the central camp. Terra then placed a hand on Ris's shoulder to grab her attention. "We had better get going. The sooner we find Ander, the sooner we can get some answers." She turned over to Aishi. "Could you take the lead? If we head northwest of here, we should see the north camp." She sat back down on her staff and started floating, "We'll be right behind you."
central camp
Jerrin
Jerrin was sitting on a stool in his tent concentrating on what could be attacking them. He honestly had no idea what it was and why it had been bent on killing his troops. There had to be a connection between it and his goal, but who else would know what that was? Only one, and that person didn't know any of these kinds of magic. "I guess I'll have to pull out of here and evacuate for now." He stood up and opened his tent just as a scent struck him. A particular scent that he had been searching for for years. "Well I'll be...." he turned to one of the hired mages, it had been the one who had explosive magic he had hired. He lost his magic when fighting earlier like the water mage, however this one had stayed to help people move to the central camp....'good fellow, stupid move' Jerrin thought to himself. "Lad, come this way. Yes, you, I need help with something in my tent. We are going to leave and I need help taking it down."
The young man agreed and followed him into the tent. Just as he entered, however, Jerrin's arm formed into a crimson metallic spike with a black aura. He reached around the mage while he had his back turned and clasped his large hand around his mouth before driving the spike into his back. The young mage tried to struggle, even scream out in pain, but to no avail. He can feel himself getting lighter with every second, and Jerrin's strength increasing as well. Jerrin, through direct contact with the mage's blood with his own, was siphoning it into energy. When Jerrin was done, he pushed the mage off his blade arm and the crimson spike absorbed back into his arm. When the mage landed on the ground, a skeleton of his former self, he looked up at Jerrin, sight starting to fail. With his last breath he stammered, "Y-you're a blood mage?"
Jerrin scoffed at this as he turned around and started to leave his tent, "Hah, please, that would mean I would be a lowly human such as yourself."
Dremmick
Dremmick came through the tree line and arrived at the central camp. Everyone was in a hurry, and finishing up packing everything to get ready to leave. He flagged a man down and asked where their leader was. The man hurriedly pointed over to a larger tent and went on with his business. It was just then in fact that a large muscled man stepped out of it. The man seemed to notice him immediately and start walking his way. "Ah, you must be one of the others that Isek fellow was telling me about." The man held out his hand for a handshake to which Dremmick obliged quickly before getting to the point.
"So what is going on here? We saw the fires and headed this way," Dremmick was somewhat pretending at this point. Although Ander was known for his merciless way of fighting, he didn't kill indiscriminately. Something was up, and if this camp was what he was attacking, the heart of the problem must be here.
Jerrin let go of the handshake and nodded toward the campsite. "We are being attacked by some unknown raiders, it has been going on for weeks now as we have been traveling." From the contact of the handshake and being this close to Dremmick, he could tell, this is the person he was looking for. The bandages covering him up head to toe threw off Jerrin at first, but being this close there was no doubt about it. "I'm the leader of this caravan, the Red Crow Merchant Company, or as I would like to call it, Dremmick, the Crimson Ravens."
The words struck Dremmick the instant he heard it. He took a step back in surprise at first before getting in a ready stance. "What!? Who are you!? How the hell do you know my name?"
An evil laugh filled the camp as the Jirren let his power flow freely from him, creating in incredible pressure. "Hahahaha, does my real name 'Jeevak Valswei' ring any bells?" As he said these words, his hair started turning red and his eyes turned yellow. Even his ears started to grow more to a point. "Surely, you recognize your own FATHER!"
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