Sheathing Claws
Eighth Day of the Tenth Month 293 AC
As evening begins to fall, darkening the shadows of the Rainwood further, you follow the girl into her camp still under the guise of Dywen, pondering what to do about the people you are about to meet. They seem no worse than the Sons of the Mist or countless former pirates whom you have taken under your banner. Taken one at a time they would likely not even be that different from many of the Lads, but there is no Ser Benjicot Brown or Tom Sevenstreams to keep them honest. One run of bad luck hunting together with a lack of easy targets on the road would be all it would take to give lie to Lilly's words about not attacking villages.
The scent of wood smoke and the glimpse of a green-clad archer hiding among the leaves next to a bend in the game trail cuts off the thought. He does not string his bow but instead draws a skinning knife, likely reasoning that he would not need any more to handle you.
"Who the hell are you, old man, and what are you doing in these woods?" the lookout barks. "And you, girl, are you daft bringing strangers here? He could be anyone!"
"I could indeed be anyone," you speak slowly, though letting go of a little more of Dywen's mannerisms with every syllable. "You should probably be thankful that it was Lilly here I found first and not you all things considered. After all, I've had an invitation to visit this camp for a good long while before she ever gave me one." On the last word you drop your glamour and stand before him garbed in crimson silk and flowing gold, Dark Sister at your side and Aegon's Crown upon your head. "You
have been flying my banner."
All the while the girl had been standing deathly still beside you, yet when you turn to look at her you are surprised to hear a shaky laugh from her lips. "I guess all the stories about being kind to strangers in the woods are true, then."
***
The adults in the camp and indeed the five others scattered throughout the Rainwood are less philosophical about the prospect of the distant king whose banner they had been using showing up unannounced in their midst, particularly among those who suspect you might not agree with their notion of dispensing 'justice'. Further questioning confirms dark deeds aplenty, though nothing worse than you had expected.
No one is bold or foolish enough to gainsay you when you command that their latest victims be cut down from the trees they had been hanged in and given a decent burial while Dany sees to their hurts and maladies. When that is done you gather them all together and pose a simple choice—they can come with you to Sorcerer's Deep and try their luck finding work on the island, whether it be in the Legion or elsewhere, or they can wait here awaiting Lord Connington's judgment.
That does earn some arguments. "We were your leal men, Yer Grace!" one calls. "We can still fight fer you!"
"I think you have done quite enough fighting in my name without my knowing," you cut the words off before they can swell any further. "I will grant that you were driven to this by misfortune and the Usurper's folly, but I do not need men hunting taxmen in the Rainwood for their coin chests or waylaying merchants. What I need is soldiers in my army for which you will get paid good silver for every day."
The latter part strikes better a chord than the former, not that you can really blame them for it, but that is the last hurdle in the manner, other than the brief interruption in Scholarum courses as you use the tower to ferry all these people to the Deep.
From the look in Lilly's eye as her father drags her back from the pillar and out into Sorcerer's Deep, you suspect she will be trying her luck in the admissions next month, a far cry from spreading rumors about the other mage who entered your service today.
Gained level 3 Hedge Mage
What do you do next?
[] Awaken the Golem and attempt to seek out 'She Who Brings Enlightenment'
[] Reconvene with your most trusted allies and subjects on the matter of Heaven's Fate—and how much of it should be known to general populace
[] Summon the independent artificer Uniila that has acted against you on many an occasion in revenge for taking her sister captive and bound by powerful magics
[] Visit your uncle again. You have things to talk about, and people to scheme against
[] Begin the expedition to the Southlands
[] Write in
OOC: There we are, a one-update wrap up here with no vote getting bogged down in details.