"Come to think of it..." you halt the departure. "Put out the fire. I too don't think we should return."
"Ey?" buzzes Flax, and turns round to listen. Sas sets his sight on him, and the vagrant comes to pat you, and stand by your side thereafter, quiet.
"Would you lie down next to corpses? My work is done, there's nothing keeping us here. Not to mention, if there's more in our tracks, we really are better off moving."
" 'Tis true we left a slaughter nearby, that's quite bad on its own... See, that's how you make a point, peck, take notes!"
"Whatever." spits the stoat. "As long as we're going."
"But before we do, shouldn't we keep some light for your examination?" the warrior inquires. "I know not what it entails."
"I'll manage." you reply. "Only if you so need to find the path again, and collect the weapons."
He shakes his head, and begins to bury the brand. The rest of you pick up all belongings and promptly abandon the camp.
The second foe to die did so a toss away, and this his body reached in no time. The while your fellows scour for speartips, you inspect the dead. His belt is crudely made, much like the strips that adorn you, but that is unsurprising, the weapons are anything but. The notion remains to stock themselves with so much, these tribesmen took no chances.
Concerning the warrior himself, to pinpoint a particular horde of origin so far away is a fool's errand, but enough signs are present to hint a general area. Powerful skull, tall build, thorned crown, he must come from the far north much like you - a would be neighbour. If so, he must've fared a long journey, but why? To slay you?
The paint then suggests a priest's endorsement. Perhaps a war has broken out? Only someone truly bold would signal so when facing his own. And if they were to attack the land rather than you in particular, why would they so readily disown you, when you bore your own sacred insignia? It is rather distressing, one longs to believe they were mere loons and nothing more...
"Well, what you got?" you hear Flax manifest behind.
"As far as I know, they're not locals..." you speak. "They had to hail from about where we embarked from..."
"All the way? How long have they watched us?"
"It is likely another shaman assisted them, or outright orchestred the ordeal alone. Either that, or they're truly blessed with the visions they summon, hard to imagine..."
"So they'll chase us wherever you say?" the vagrant questions. "I sincerely hope there's no more magic to plague us at your place, Bloody..."
"I suppose such assails ought not to occur amidst your folk, true?" the lead asks, and as obvious it seems to you, you can't be mad at him. Pointing at the dye you answer.
"Not with these symbols. I cannot make sense of it. Perhaps we just got caught in something bigger, by accident..."
"Run not. We shall join soon."
"Be it how it may be, what do we do if more show up? As much as we don't know, now it presents itself as a possibility."
"By then we'll be back on the frequented road. If we're attacked anyway, if nothing else the presence of other may provide light upon their intentions."
"Let's not take chances, then, move!" the stoat insists. "There just might be a handful out and about!"
"Easy, there's one more to go..." the guide reminds her. "I do need to figure this out, it wasn't always that beastmen would jump travellers!"
Swiftly you stride across the thin, dying snow, on constant lookout. It is only your steps you can hear, and you will to maintain such state, however, your worry was on point - you cannot hurry all that much. But the field is clear, and you reach the first to fall this night.
There is not a lot to gather on top from this one, though still something to comment upon. His features are very similar to the other one, without a doubt of the same tribe, possibly closely tied by blood as well. It makes you think.
"This one's the same kind..." you inform the company. "And I muss stress how capable and accomplished specimen they were... Such men should conquer grounds, challenge their lords, amass wealth! Why venture on this quest? So young they were, too..."
"Fool. They trail their destiny, can't you see?""Very much capable." Flax nods. "I have not come across such proficiency, since I have met you. I too must repeat, if you lot really applied yourselves..."
"And in a way, the did. Only this kind of journey they are the wrong age and footing for..."
"Well that sounds familiar, I wonder...""It's all backwards... If you have the loot, we better go. I can but ponder now anyway..."
dis some GXT 252 Emita, came with the stand 'n filters and everything, said in the desc it's for streaming, podcasting, recording, acoustic music. I feel it might've been meant for gaming more than the rest, but as I said I am rather ignorant in the matter. The filtering is really good regardless, won't pick up anything but human voice, which for the busy environment I operate within is a blessing, best I had yet. Though it is also only now I that I am able to somewhat properly fund these endeavours. You'll hear in the next project, but I have no idea when that's gonna be...
