"So," Crow began as he let everyone sit around the table, "Let's say everything we know so Ferrin knows what's going on. Of course to also make a plan.'
"Now," he continued, "Hammings has fallen and we have our suspicions as to why. It may be the Green Cloaks, the other gang in Derraith. They've been against us ever since the Rain Parade incident. They came out of nowhere that day.."
"Rain Parade Incident? What happened?" I asked.
"Well, the Rain Parade is a parade celebrating the rainy season of Spring. One year, a bunch of men started showing up, murdering civilians and guests in the town as they watched. I wasn't there at the time but Aehrith and I have done our best to find them since the incident. They just came out of nowhere.., murdering and slaying, even taking a few important men and women here."
"Yikes.. Have any leads yet?"
"Somewhat.. We have a strong feeling, especially Aehrith herself. So it must be true that the Green Cloaks have indeed been the ones up to every death, being that Derraith was once a peaceful city, save the useless guards. Sadly the guards are still against us and even more now with the death of Hammings. The nerve of the idiots to blame us for something we could have prevented, if not for their stubborn minds."
"However," Crow continued, "without Aehrith we won't be able to get to where they are.., if her information is correct. Although she might be with them inside their base. Gah, I'm not sure what to do here.. Do you have anything..? Ferrin.."
"I- uh.."
"The hell he does, he claims he talked to a damn ghost." Colin grunted
"..Mir.." Crow whispered on the other end of the table. "What did she, the great, say to you..?"
"She told me she was growing ill. Somewhere passed Derraith in the southwest; Fillton Country!" I yelled excitedly. Crow and the other men leaned back surprised.
"Why such a grim place to bunker down in?" One man asked.
"No no no, I meant something was growing there. Something evil has already gotten to Mir." I reassured. Crow looked up at me.
"You have to go there, Ferrin." He said. "You'll die otherwise, that or.., well.., who really knows. It wouldn't be good." Crow informed.
"But you'll come with me, no?"
"Our priority is getting Aehrith back as soon as we can.." Benson informed.
"As much as I hate to say it, but Benson is right." Crow sighed. "We need to find her or know where she is before we make a decision as to what we are going to do."
"How long until you have clues as to where Aehrith might be?" I asked.
"How long until you die?" Crow questioned. I shrugged. "Ask her.. Just be polite. Not aloud, however."
"How much longer, Great Mir...?"
"A month and a half, youngling." She whispered into my mind. I told them and they were surprised again.
"So be it. It takes about a week to get to Fillton, if not shorter. You can help us for now, I suppose." Crow said.
"But wouldn't it make sense if we were to get that over first, before going to help Aehrith?" I asked.
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Deadlands
FantasyA knight falls under a dangerous task that leads him to uncovering a whole new 'world' 'just around the corner'; forcing him on an adventure to not only find his love, but his courage to move on to help those he has found along the way. Ferrin Anton...
