Kilbride Sawmill
Darkness on the Edge of Town
Gavin exited from the shroud of the forest, heading for the sawmill. All the while formulating a plan, and figuring out possible paths. He begins to sprint, but keeping an eye out for anyone else. If anyone is in the raging inferno, they certainly are running short on time. However, Gavin needs to avoid contact with others if possible. Minimal contact reduces any the likelihood of fatal injuries for the other party. Fortunatly, the small delay he is creating gives him all the more time to plan.
‘About 150 meters. Don’t see an entrance. Fire likely damaged integrity of wall, possible to make new entrance. Limit exposure to five minutes. The less time on fire, the better…’ ‘This fire… something is not right. It has an unusual energy source. I doubt this was accidental.’’so… someone brought s few matches? What does it matter? Do you see anyone inside?’ ‘I sense something unnatural about this inferno. The heat is not being transferred from one source to another; it seems to be emanating from a source. Something I do not recognize.’ ‘Well, that is comforting. Are you trying to stress me out? I have not given up control for weeks now, and I’ll be damned if you trick me into another ríastrad, even if the immediate area is barely populated…’Gavin stopped when he noticed a lone individual walk on the side of the building before disappearing out of view. While too far away, and facing the wrong direction, to glean many characteristics. The individual was dressed rather dapper, walking towards the building more calmly than any sane individual heading towards their death.
Now breaking into a full sprint, Gavin neared where he lost sight of the individual and found a door. While taking a brief moment to decide whether to venture in after the individual, he could vaguely hear a voice coming from inside, barely more audible than the crackling of the fire. Lost in thought, Gavin did not notice his blood begging to gain luminescence. His body began to build tolerance to the heat. What would be painful for most was merely uncomfortable to him.
After deciding to breach the threshold; locate the individual and any survivors, bring them outside to safety, and then interrogate the lone individual, Gavin began to open the door.
‘Wait!...’Gavin paused.
‘… The guy is behind us. Not sure how he got there so fast but I can feel that unusual energy around him, though I am not sure if he is behind the fire.’All this was thought silently by Beithíoch as Gavin quickly turned around. There indeed was someone behind him, about 5 meters away. Fortunately facing away from him. The well-dressed individual was with another, this one injured. It was then that his mask, expanding from the heat, fell to the ground, exposing a series of thin orange lines that glowed on his face. Gavin’s luminescent blood along with the sound of the grass crunching from the mask might gain Gavin the attention of the man.
‘Shit. Well, I need to make first contact, look intimidating, hopefully avoid a violent confrontation and find out what is going on here…’ Gavin quickly reached for his leg and produced a Howdah pistol concealed in one of his pockets. Hoping it would deter any aggression, he pointed it towards the well-dressed individual.
“HEY!” Gavin yelled, waiting to grab his attention.
”Who the hell are you and what are you doing here around this fire?” Gavin said, mentally preparing for a fight.
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