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What's Mine is Mine

Abraxas is amongst the first to volunteer for the hunting expedition. Stephen hems and haws a bit before saying, "Dash it all, Abraxas. If they're sluagh, they're dangerous!" Abraxas counters with, "They're less dangerous to us than to most of the people in this caravan, Stephen!" After that, the dark little man seems like he's ready to help out.

Suraksha grins at Abraxas' comment, from where she's helping Sabrina untack the horses on her big wagon. The smaller woman murmurs quietly to her old friend, "Point in the horseman's favor, eh?" She glances around, wondering how Chanticleer's doing on finding any potential caravan recruits.

Sabrina looks Abraxas over and says in her still-coquettish way, "He has many fine points already, but that one is a rather important one." Suraksha giggles at that!

Amongst the caravaneers, there are several volunteers. Buddy, Ohkwa and Joe are the first three. Dominic does not volunteer for a hunting expedition. Yes, he's a forward scout, and that means he's got some skill at being sneaky -- but that does not make him a hunter. Not to mention he's the only one who can sense the earth Tap. He might not be able to fix problems, but he can be an early warning device.

When all is said and done, they have a good dozen people in their hunting party. Suraksha looks pleased as she comes walking up with Alg lolloping relaxedly along behind her. As she swiftly and efficiently re-braids her hair she says to the trading post folks, "Excellent! So, what's the plan of attack?"

Chanticleer returns shortly after Suraksha does. "I've found about a dozen folks, Lady," he says. "They're getting ready now, arming themselves. Crossbows and blades, mostly; some heavy sledges. I'm... not quite sure what we're dealing with, but if they're undead, fire will work best against them, I think."

Abraxas says, "I don't know if they're undead. They just acted during the day. Don't most undead have to be out after dark?"

Suraksha says slowly, "I... have never heard that undead are confined to the darkness, I'm afraid." She muses for a moment, then nods again, "Let me rephrase: I believe zombies can be out in the daytime. Some vampiric types, though, are night-linked, I think? Maybe holy water? Is there a holy person here?"

Chanticleer says carefully, "I'm not versed enough in the ways and wiles of the undead to speak authoritatively. I had thought the sluagh were undead. That being said... fire does normally work well against most things."

Suraksha smiles at the sidhe, adding, "Thanks, Chanti, for alerting our people." She turns back to Stephen and Abraxas, "So... the plan?"

Stephen snorts at the question about holy people, "We aren't big enough for anyone to want to worry about saving our souls. Thank goodness. I say the plan is to go out and see if they attack. If they do, we kill them." Abraxas laughs and says, "Ahh, you can take the... warrior out of the war, but you can't take the war out of the warrior."

Suraksha mms in a neutral tone, studying the stocky man for a moment before she turns to Abraxas and says, "So, what guarantees do you have that we'll get back here after hunting? If these folks are so good at illusion, I don't want to have my people walking over a cliff, or getting shot by your people in here because illusion makes them look like something else."

Abraxas says, "Sadly, I have no guarantee other than that we'll do our best to be good fellow-warriors. Illusions, however..." He starts patting his pockets, "I had something for this."

Suraksha adds inquiringly to Buddy, "Did you by any chance..." Her voice trails off and she laughs as the big man holds up a small bag, rumbling, "Of course. I remember last time at Baton Rouge, Lady." Suraksha gives him a quick, cheerful hug, "You're a jewel, Buddy!" then turns to everyone else, "All right, let's all get some salt. Remember, it can stop some magics but not all -- and it won't stop a fist or sword!"

Chanticleer frowns at Stephen's rather... well, frankly, unimaginative plan. He is starting to feel that Stephen will be of no help. Chanti too was a warrior once, but that seems like a remarkably foolhardy plan. "We should go about the hunt methodically, Lady," he says, "in something of a pattern but not one easily perceived. We'll also need to ensure the post is still defended."

As people are stepping toward Buddy for their little bit of salt, Suraksha steps back to Chanticleer and Ohkwari. The manitou is holding a large flask of water which he holds out for her. She nods to Chanti, "That is an excellent point, yes. Can you check with Abraxas regarding the post? Our folk are here too, after all."

Chanticleer nods to Suraksha, and moves to Abraxas. "What kind of defenses will be there while the party is away?"

Suraksha doesn't know Chanti's thinking regarding Stephen, but if she did she'd laugh -- since she was having almost precisely the same thoughts! She trusts Chanti to organize more efficiently than Stephen seems capable of, so she turns to Ohkwari to try and have some holy water for her people. She closes her eyes for a reverent moment, then quietly passes her hands over the opened flask, humming a soft prayer before she murmurs, "Great Lady of Serpents, Queen of Heaven and Earth, we seek to preserve compassion and safety here. Help us in this endeavor, please, by blessing this water?"

Dominic has met one of the women that live at the post. She's a serious-looking young lady by the name of Amelia and she says, "You're staying behind?"

Dominic was directing his people when asked, and nods solemnly at the woman. "I am not a warrior of any special talent... my abilities will serve best here, to plan and prepare. Bolster defenses, see to supplies and logistics, morale." He introduces himself. "Who are you, good lady?"

Amelia smiles up at him. She's a sturdily-built but not overly-tall woman with a sweetly rounded face and hair done up in a practical bun. It has escaped in strands around her forehead, "Amelia. I am quartermistress, though there isn't much for me to distribute just now."

Dominic looks curious, something someone had mentioned to him earlier coming to his brain. "Is that why the chickens are going unfed? Lack of feed?"

Amelia actually looks abashed at that, "I'm afraid so. It'll be to the point soon that we'll have to slaughter them just to keep from being cruel to them."

Dominic considers thoughtfully. "I've got my open supply list at hand somewhere. Let me consult with it and my people... actually, if you could give me a summary of what you do have to hand, that would be eminently helpful. We're all in this together, after all," he says promptly.

Abraxas has found something -- a small jar -- and is beaming as Chanti asks his question. "We have the walls and some few crossbows... and this." He holds up the jar, "Clear-eye unguent."

Chanticleer considers for a moment, then nods to Abraxas. "All right. Considering that's all we have, that should be enough. I just don't want to see... whatever are out there watch the party go out and decide that it's the right time to attack the post."

Suraksha says, "Should we all use it, or is there only enough for a handful of folks, Abraxas?"

Abraxas says, "Well, there's enough for one or two people to use it a handful of times, or for about ten people to use it once. I'd suggest letting a couple of people that are standing guard here use it, and then a couple of people in the party use it as well."

Chanticleer considers, then nods slowly. "That is extremely rare and very valuable. We probably shouldn't waste it. I would agree: maybe one or two people each in the party and at the fort." He thinks again. "And if there is trouble at the fort... spook the chickens. I should be able to hear their distress from some distance."

Suraksha nods once, "Capital idea. Get your people ready, Abraxas, and we can go, then."

Abraxas nods to Chanticleer, "I've been hoarding it a little because of that. I'll let Amelia, our quartermistress, know to spook the chickens." He moves off to do that, finding the young woman going over her lists of supplies with Dominic. It seems the post is very low on feed for the chickens and the small group of goats they keep for milk. They are also very low on food for the handful of residents. Amelia offers to pay for anything they use, and Dominic is more than happy to set up a reasonable payment for supplies. They are the owners of the fortifications, after all.

Consulting with Ohkwari, however, suggests barter might work better than money, given the circumstances. So Dom has an extended conversation on what Amelia does have, and also what services might be provided as opposed to direct payment. Money would be acceptable in a pinch, of course, but it makes more sense for them to save that money for when this matter is resolved and traders are coming through again -- and it will be resolved, Dom has no doubt.

Amelia greets Abraxas when he comes trotting up, but calls him by the name Cullen. When he mentions the clear-eye unguent to her, she thinks hard and suggests Dominic use it, and then herself. That way one person from each party will be able to see through illusions.

Chanticleer lets out a breath as Cullen trots off, and moves to Suraksha. "I'm not feeling very comfortable with this, Lady," he murmurs, "but I don't see a better way. Nothing harms defenses more than a protracted siege."

Suraksha nods a bit grimly to Chanti, where she's standing by Ohkwari. The manitou is, in his usual calm way, making sure all the caravaneers in the hunting party, and any of the trading post folk who wish it, have some holy water on them. The small woman murmurs quietly, "I'm worried Stephen will just rush off on his own. If he does, we're not galloping after him into ambush, all right?" She sighs, then brushes back a strand of hair and smiles, "Cullen, eh. This is my surprised face, that Abraxas was an alias." She grins, then turns back to Chanti, "So, what sort of subtle pattern did you have in mind, Chanti?"

Everyone in the little hunting party takes some salt and some holy water, except Abraxas. When he returns, he suggests, "There's not going to be a non-obvious pattern. So, why not overlapping spirals? Moving in small parties so there's less chance of losing everyone at once." He grins at Suraksha, "Well, so is Cullen." Suraksha chuckles at the horse sidhe, smiling and shaking her head amusedly at him.

Chanticleer crouches down and sketches briefly in the dirt. "A sort of circular pattern doubling back every so often, almost randomly and at whim, to pick on anyone following us and avoiding anyone attempting to ambush us. Spread out from the gate, circling the post, then making our way outward. After about an hour or two, working our way inward again, then out again."

Suraksha rests a hand on Chanticleer's shoulder as she looks over him at his drawings. She nods thoughtfully, "Got it. All right, break up the groups into... let's say three groups of four each? -and we'll get going, yes?"

Cullen/Abraxas looks down at the pattern sketched out for him by Chanticleer and nods, "Let's get going, then." Chanticleer also nods. After consulting with Suraksha and Abraxas, he divides the party into three groups with approximately equal skill in woodcraft and traveling through a forest. Once one person from each group has the unguent applied, they're ready to roll. The search parties move out, the folks with the most woodcraft trying to show the rest how to keep low and quiet as they search for any signs of the attackers of the fort. The first pass doesn't find anything obvious, but as Suraksha's party doubles back on their steps, they come across tracks that aren't theirs.

Suraksha quietly steps back so Alg can start tracking. He's their best hunter, after all. She has a crossbow in hand as well as the other items that were handed out. She murmurs to Chanti, "I'll cover Alg; you cover our backs, yes?" Chanticleer nods to Suraksha, moving to the back of the group and keeping an eye out, crossbow at the ready.

Cullen is with another party, but Stephen has somehow attached himself to the caravaneers. He is the one wearing the clear-eye -- since Cullen had seemed to think he wasn't likely to be able to see anything beyond the physical without it. Suraksha was less than thrilled to have Stephen in their group, but she'd simply sighed internally and shrugged. Doubtless he was keeping an eye on them to make sure they weren't actually the sluagh, or something equally insultingly ridiculous. Chanticleer is almost less thrilled than Suraksha about Stephen's presence; if the guy is a former warrior, though, that will soon make itself apparent.

It's Sura that recognizes what the tracks are. Chanti would have known them had they been their proper size. After all, most stoats don't have feet four inches across. Suraksha blinks as she glances at the ground ahead of the scent-tracking Alg. She murmurs to the sidhe, "Er, Chanti? Have you any idea what sort of fey has a shape like a pony-sized stoat?"

Chanticleer leans over Suraksha's shoulder and blinks at the size of the prints. "Stoat? Really? Ah... I have absolutely no idea. But that's a really big stoat."

Suraksha nods amusedly as she stares worriedly at the tracks... then she raises her gaze and carefully studies the terrain all around them. With obvious concern she mutters, "Figures it's running through the underbrush, so we can't see clearly... all right, everyone stay light on your feet! We don't want to be caught by surprise. Go on, Alg -- we'll cover you."

Alg is muttering to himself and wrinkling his nose. Stephen says, "A stoat? Those varmints will kill just for the fun of it."

Chanticleer deadpans, "What luck. This one looks like it'd get its most enjoyment from doing that to large dogs."

Suraksha crouches next to Alg, resting a hand on his shoulder. Her voice is soft, "What's wrong, dear?"

Alg snorts, "Crazy smell. Killing smell." He mutters darkly and continues moving slowly along the trail. It's hard to think how they missed something that large. Suraksha nods and goes back to covering Alg. She takes a moment to sniff and study the terrain carefully for slight anomalies -- she doesn't want to be caught by surprise.

Stephen is peering around and shaking his head, "Giant stoats. I took to this sort of thing to avoid this kind of nonsense!" The dwarf isn't being all that clear, but he doesn't seem to care.

Suraksha glances silently at Stephen, wondering how one could possibly believe being out in the wilderness would allow one to avoid the weird. She shakes her head amusedly and goes back to covering Alg. Nothing weird attacking yet, thank goodness. Chanticleer glances at Stephen. "You've seen giant stoats before?" he murmurs, keeping an eye behind the party. Chanti, with his sidhe eyesight, is the one who actually sees the being first. Tall and shaggy, the fae does look most of all like a giant stoat, except upright. It stands very still and watches them from a distance of about twenty feet.

Stephen says, "No. Not that particularly. But bizarre things. Bizarre even beyond the telling of tales."

Chanticleer takes in a sharp breath, "Uhm..." then quietly hisses, "I've spotted it. It's watching us. It... it really does look like a stoat. Standing upright like a bear. A stoat-bear.

Suraksha murmurs calmly, "Don't tell us you've found it. Tell us where. Then, once we can see it too, continue searching for other critters."

Chanticleer indicates the direction to Suraksha. "It's about twenty feet over there."

Suraksha studies the direction carefully, the crossbow ready in her hands but not yet targeting the creature. She wants to spot it first if she can -- she prefers to never shoot blind. Her voice is low as she murmurs, "Stephen, can't you see it?" She knows the dwarf is the one with clear-eye... so if he can't see it, then it's a good bet the illusionist is scarily good.

Stephen raises his crossbow, pointed in the direction Chanti pointed. He mutters under his breath, then says, "I see a blur. Damned stuff never works for me!"

Chanticleer thinks that would make for an incredibly sorry epitaph for them. Suraksha frowns at Stephen's comment, then narrows her eyes to try to see for herself. She is worried the fey is seeing only a blur perhaps because there isn't actually a giant stoat there. She murmurs quietly, "Alg, sweetie, cover our backs, please?" as she stares. Alg is snarling quietly, but he slinks around to cover their rear, peering back along their path mistrustfully as the others try to see the creature. Now she knows where to look and what she's looking for, Suraksha can see where the thing ought to be.

Suraksha is both relieved, and faintly wondering why the strange entity hasn't either fled or come to fight. She calls quietly, "Why do you stalk us?" but starts searching visually elsewhere. This is getting... creepy. She can't see anything where Chanti said to look! Softly she murmurs to Chanti, "Do you still see it? I'm starting to think it's an illusion." The place where it ought to be looks like it has something standing there. The grass is bent as if something is standing on it and the tracks lead right up to that area.

Chanticleer nods a little. "I'm pretty sure I'm still seeing it, yes," he murmurs. "This is rather vexing." As Chanti watches, another figure seems to just appear beside the first one and she hisses something down to the stoat, who calls back, "Why do you throw in with the traders?" The sidhe is glancing around, not entirely trusting the stoat to actually be there -- when the second figure appears. He blinks, "What...?"

Suraksha replies easily, "We went into the trading post because in previous years they'd traded peacefully with us. Why do you attack them?" She thinks a moment, then adds puzzledly, "If you wished us to throw in with you, why did you try to undermine our wagons? That's hardly a friendly act, after all?" She tries to keep the entity talking, since she still is aware of only one -- so hopefully Chanti can spot the stoat monster more clearly, the caravaneers can perhaps find out what's up, and she can try reading the stoat's chakras.

Chanticleer murmurs, "Lady... there's a second figure there. She's female, green skinned and with moss-tangled hair. I... can't tell if they're clothes or if she's wrapped in greenery. She may be a forest-spirit of some sort." Suraksha nods slightly to Chanticleer, still trying to see. She's starting to wonder if the trading post folk did something truly offensive to the... she's not sure what to call them -- wild fey? The ones living in the underbrush around here, at least.

Chanticleer's thoughts are actually echoing Suraksha's; he's been warned of the wild fey, but always in terms of 'don't do them harm.' While they can be vicious and vindictive, he does not recall them waging war against others without provocation. Of course, there's always a first time for anything, for whatever reason.

The stoat creature steps forward -- and it's like he steps out of shadow into light. His voice doesn't actually seem to come from his mouth, more like it's from the air just in front of and above his head; as if he's thinking the words into existence, "That one," he points at Stephen, "has been talking about clear-burning the plains so they can see better. We wants him gone."

Stephen looks startled and says, "I... how do you lot know that?" Suraksha blinks startledly as she sees the stoat clearly for the first time. Her hands twitch, but then she slowly lowers the crossbow even more, so it's not even pointed generally in the fey creature's direction. She remains silent as she listens; this sounds like an issue the local supernaturals must work out for themselves. The second figure Chanticleer can see is still hidden to the others; she watches with wary eyes. She carries a long-handled wooden shovel in one hand, using it almost as a staff.

The stoat says, "Jennyjenjen heard you. Our Jen, she does have sharp ears. And sharp teeth. And she does not like you, Stefan of the fiery ideas. You would kill many things in the name of money."

Suraksha murmurs softly, "Stefan, why do you want to see better? Surely friends and allies amongst the fey who live out here would be far more efficacious?"

Chanticleer frowns, thinking. 'Fickle' would probably be a better term for the wild fae -- and he's starting to see how things went badly here. He glances at the woman; is she 'Jennyjenjen'? "I'm sure he had no idea you were here," he says carefully. "Now that he does, there's no need to either clear-cut the area with fire, or to bring trouble to the outpost, is there?" He glances sideways at Stephen. "Right?"

Stephen looks somewhat offended, "Why not? We need to see if raiders are coming. Or traders. It helps us if we can be prepared!" The huffiness in his voice sounds very much like defensiveness. The second figure steps out of her supernatural concealment and hisses, "Moneymoneymoney... Stefan. Dwarves and money. Money and dwarves. You cannot kill the land and live off it. Ask your horsy friend. He knows. That is why he has not died."

Suraksha is somehow not surprised to see the second fey creature -- but then, Chanti did warn her. She says gently to Stephen, "Stefan, did you hear my second question?"

The dwarf snaps, "Stephen. My name is Stephen now. Not Stefan. I'm a merchant! I need to protect what's mine!"

Chanticleer blinks at the woman's revelation -- then promptly face-palms. "Stephen. What did you do."

The dark little man snarls, "I did nothing wrong! I just marked out the area to be cleared. Just five hundred yards."

Suraksha raises an eyebrow and... takes a step back from the dwarf. She'll not die for his foolishness. Her voice is dry as she murmurs, "You consider it yours?" Then she shakes her head abruptly, "No, that's not relevant." She turns to the two fey and says politely, "I cannot speak for the trading post folk, but may I suggest you are more likely to easily get what you want if you actually talk to the horse sidhe?" She smiles as she adds, "We'll gladly wait here with you, if you'll let me send one of my party -- not Stephen -- to find him."

The female figure says, "He thinks this one is just misled. He doesn't understand dwarves." Her lilting accent is somehow watery, almost bubbling. The stoat says, "Send someone after him. By tall means."

Suraksha nods with wryly amused understanding to the female figure, grins at the pun, then nods politely to them both, "Thank you." She turns to Chanti, "Chanticleer, could I ask you to go find the others? Specifically, er... Cullen. Make sure they know to come peacefully, please?" Chanticleer doesn't quite get the pun right away, so he nods confusedly to Suraksha and goes to find the group Cullen is with. Halfway there he realizes: he was the tallest in the party. He face-palms again, sparing a groan at the pun, then continues on his way. Cullen's group is not far from Chanti's. They, too, have just crossed the stoat tracks and are having much the same conversation about them.

Suraksha adds thoughtfully to the dwarf, "Have you... hm. Have you any experience with female earth entities, Stephen, who can walk through the earth?"

Stephen peers at Suraksha like she's crazy. This is a tangent he doesn't follow. Still, he answers, "No." However the female wild fey says, "Regina is one such. She's an earth... nymph, perhaps? Simply a spirit of earth. She made all the holes."

Suraksha grins excitedly at the woman, "Truly? Oh, wonderful! Do you think she'd be willing to talk to me? I know a girl on the other side of these mountains whose mother, now deceased, could do that. Her father would desperately love to talk to anyone who might be able to help his daughter in her coming of age. Would you ask Regina if she would talk with me, please?" She adds a bit sadly, "Her matriline had forgotten even its name for itself. It would mean a great deal to the girl to have someone to talk to."

The green woman tips her head and says, "I will ask her. She had a sister that went over the mountains before the Dying Off."

Suraksha draws in her breath with delight, her eyes shining, "That would be absolutely wonderful! Thank you so much."

Chanticleer finds Cullen soon enough, and has the horse sidhe come with him back to Suraksha. He has the rest of that group find the third group and return to the post. There's no need to make the wild fey more nervous with more non-wild folk hanging about; this is a rather delicate time. His old mentor did say to never torque the wild fey, who had a reputation for sensitivity greater than any other fey. Suraksha waves cheerfully as Cullen and Chanticleer return. "Hi, again! Apparently Stephen wanted to clear-burn the area around the trading post, and these two don't want him to." She gives Cullen a complete, concise update.

Jennyjenjen, if that's who the green woman is, eyes Cullen suspiciously and says, "You can stop him burning?"

Cullen says chidingly to his friend, "Stephen! We spoke about this!" Stephen is fuming, "And I decided you were being a bleeding heart!" Suraksha settles cross-legged on the ground near the two entities, to watch. She grins at Chanti (whom she knows will get the joke), and mimes eating popcorn. Cullen turns to the stoat and the green woman, "We will not burn. Not now. But we must have the road cleared."

Suraksha murmurs, "Why burn at all? Why not ally with the fey who live out here? They'd know before anyone else who or what was coming down the road, after all, yes?"

Jenny watches Cullen suspiciously and says, "No burning. And we let the wagons through again. Don't starve you out. You burn the land, we burn down your walls." It's said in an extremely reasonable voice. Stephen is still fuming, but Cullen is warming to the idea. Suraksha watches fascinatedly, although she can't help wondering why the two sets of fey are so adamantly against working together. Chanticleer too is watching carefully the new negotiations between the wild fey and Cullen. In particular, though, he's watching Stephen -- he is not at all certain the dwarf is not going to do something unfortunate in the next few minutes.

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