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Cadeyrn Caileanach

Cantae Tribe Champion

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a character in “Road to Ruin”, as played by Zombicide93

Description

Name: Cadeyrn Caileanach
Gender: Male
Age: 26 winters
Tribe: Cantae
Location: (where is said tribe unless from Cantae)
Parents: Balfor, and Cailin
Class: Cantae Tribe Champion

Magick: Woad: Caderyn is able to ignore pain for an amount of time, decreasing distractions and fighting through injuries that would cause agony to any other warrior.

Appearance: Caderyn's appearance is odd for a Celt, having black hair and blue eyes. An old Celtic myth speaks of those of the tribes to have such hair and eyes to be natural warriors and monster slayers.
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Height: 6'
Weight: 200 lbs

Weapons:Celtic long sword (crafted by Sorcha)
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Celtic shield (blue designs are green)
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Lancea Spear
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BIO: Cadeyrn was born to Balfor and Cailin among the Cantae tribe. His mother died from illness, leaving his father Balfor, the tribes Champion, to raise young Caderyn. Under his father's guiding hand, the young Celt became a skilled warrior, besting his fellow boys whether it was in sparring with weapons, or playful wrestling, and making Balfor proud. At the age of 14, Cadeyrn forged his first blade, and went to war beside his father. With Balfor leading the Warrior class, The Cantae emerged victorious from many battles against old and new enemies, until Cadeyrn's 18th winter, when his father was slain in battle by a marauding Gaul tribe, and the title claimed by Balfor's rival, Aldn.
Cadeyrn had suspected Aldn of betraying his father to claim the title, but was never able to prove it, nonetheless, Cadeyrn unexpectedly challenged the much older Aldn four years later, and in a close fight, took the title of Champion back for his family, and continues to hold it four years after that.

Other: Cadeyrn is a close friend of Sorcha, and has a master-crafted long sword she forged for him after the won the duel with Aldn.

So begins...

Cadeyrn Caileanach's Story

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Cadeyrn walked through the Tribe village, his pace brisk, his mind occupied and his heart heavy as he thought about the Sacrifices and the prophetic message of the invaders. The Champion didn't believe the offerings would protect the Tribe, only the warrior class would, so while the druids killed innocents in hopes that their blood would sate the Gods and protect them from the would-be invaders, Cadeyrn and the Warriors prepared for the inevitable.

If the Cantae were to were to be taken, they would not go quietly.

Cadeyrn slowed his pace as he neared The Village Smith's home. The warrior began to approach the entryway to the home until he noticed the flames rising from the Forge at the shop, which meant either Sorcha or her father was laboring in the shop.
He changed direction towards the Forge, but did not see Sorcha, but he did see her father, which meant the young woman was either running an errand or exploring.
The Smith turned around, and nodded at Cadeyrn.
"The blades will be ready by nightfall, and I'll have another few started in the morning", the blacksmith said before setting down his hammer.
"That is good news, I'll let the Chieftain know", Cadeyrn said, viewing the Smiths usual expert work. "But I came regarding your daughter".

The Smith grunted, "She wandered off, what do you need from her?".

"When she comes back, would you have her meet me at the Old Oak? I wish to speak with her".

The Smith was quiet for a moment.

"And just what are you're intentions for my daughter, Champion?"

"I swear upon my Title that my intentions for Sorcha are pure, I just need to speak in private with her." Cadeyrn explained.

The smith grunted again before turning back to the Forge, striking a hot blade with his hammer.

"Very well, I'll pass the message along". The smith grumbled before going back to work on the blade, his hammer now making a repetitive sound as it striked the glowing iron.

Without a word, Cadeyrn strode out of the shop and headed to the Old Oak, the largest tree on the Tribal lands that overlooked a lake that drained out into the Great Water at the edge of the land. The Champion chose a small boulder near the tree, there he sat, drew his long sword and picked a Whetstone from his satchel and began sharpening the blade as he waited for his friend to arrive.

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The looks she saw in the people she knew all her life worried her. It bothered her on a level she was sure that it shouldn’t bother her, but it did and that was what mattered the most. Sitting down in front of the markers for her mother and brother’s grave, she sighed.

“Mother, I do not know what to do. I am conflicted and confused. The priests are meant to lead us to a wonderful afterlife, but instead they are sending us to an early grave. We expect invaders, but never before something like this. I had vision in a dream last night. A banshee came to me and told me to go to the invaders. It is not the sacrificing that will stop them, but me. I do not understand. Please help me.”

Sorcha stared at the markers wondering what they could really tell her. She felt the wind in her hair and glanced up at the sky. It was a beautiful day, but the contrast that was seen in the tribe marred the beauty.

Go home.

Hearing the words she glanced around, but there was no one else around. Turning back to the graves, she smiled as she pressed a hand to each of them and said a silent prayer. “Thank you.” She whispered as she stood up with a smile on her face.

Heading back to the house was an easy task. Her father never asked where she had been and when she had it was usually to get supplies or food, or like now having been visiting the dead. She found her father sweating away in their shared Forge. He had to expand the area once she was old enough to work on her own, but the look on his face when she saw her gave her pause.

Oh please no. The High Priest couldn’t have made another claim as to the next sacrifice already… could he? She repressed a gulp.

“The Champion was here looking for you earlier.”

Sorcha paused. Normally they found each other outside of the Forge. While her father loved her dearly and understood she didn’t plan on marrying any time soon, she still found moments like now in his voice was he was being the overbearing and protective father.

“Did he say what for?”

“No, other than he wanted a moment of privacy. There is nothing going on between you?”

“No, sir. He is just my friend as he has always been.” She replied having to repeat a conversation she had done many times before. She knew the rumors that had gone around a few years prior, but she kept the thoughts from her mind. “Did he say where to meet him?”

“The Old Oak.”

Sorcha nodded her head. She had known where to go, but she wanted to make sure and of course give her father a chance to say anything else that came to mind. “May I take some time to speak with him?”

The old man glanced over at her as he stopped his work for the first time. He nodded, mumbled under his breath about returning quickly as they had a lot to do, and then went back to work.

Nodding back to her father, the young woman left the Forge and headed for the Old Oak. She’d been so many times before especially to meet with Caderyn she was sure she could sleepwalk there.

Once she could see his form on the boulder she smiled. Some things never changed. “Father said you wished to speak with me?” She smiled at him now that she was sure she had his attention. She stood a few feet away watching him with his knife. She had one similar that he had made her hidden away. She carried one her father made as a gift everywhere, but she knew she couldn’t let anyone else know someone other than family had given her something, a male even and she hadn’t married him. She would have rolled her eyes at the thought, but she didn’t want the male in front of her to see her thoughts were wandering already.

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Cadeyrn had been sitting for some time on the boulder and had forgotten that he was sharpening his blade, instead he was staring out across the lake, barely even aware of the chill in the morning air.

Father said you wished to speak with me?, came a familiar voice from behind him, pulling him out of his reverie.
He turned, seeing the tall, willowy young woman standing just a few paces away wearing a smile on her face, the slight gusts of the wind pulling her red hair behind her.

Cadeyrn returned the warm smile.

"Aye, you weren't home though", the warrior said, gesturing at Sorcha to come sit next to him. "I think you're father said you decided to run off with another man...something about finally deciding to get married", he jested, his smile turning into a playful grin.
Cadeyrn's mood sobered as he remembered the subject he needed to talk to his long-time friend about.
"Sorcha", he said softly, as if treading carefully with his next words. "I think we both know that these sacrifices are in vain. The Gods aren't going to protect us", he explained, staring at the ground.
The Chieftain has already decided that our Warriors, myself included, are to meet the invaders at the edge of the Great Water, and attack them head on."
He finally looked up and met her gaze.

"I think he knows we will not be able to stop them. I think he is planning on buying the Tribe enough time to flee before the invaders cross the foothills".
Cadeyrn let that last sentence hang in the air for a moment.
" If they defeat us, they will hunt down the rest of the Tribe, and an army of warriors moves faster than an army of young and old. Before they arrive, I'm going to leave some food and clothing in a satchel here at the Old Oak, I want you to take them and head into the Wild lands", he finished, keeping her gaze.

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Sorcha’s smile only widened when he turned to face her and he thoughtfully returned her gesture. Crossing the rest of the distance between them she came and sat down beside of him, but enough room between just in case someone happened to come by. The last thing she wanted to do was start another rumor about her and Caderyn.

“As if I would.” She replied the smile on her face only widening. But as she watched his expression change, she stopped herself knowing this wasn’t one of their light hearted meetings. His mind looked as conflicted as her own did.

The Gods aren’t going to protect us. The words rattled around in her brain for a few seconds. It wasn’t that she doubted the gods’ powers. She believed in them whole heartedly, it was the priests’ ways of going about things that she didn’t believe in. She allowed him to continue as she listened. While she didn’t want him to go to battle because he might die, she knew the thoughts weren’t welcomed in her mind. He was Champion. He had to go fight as did the rest of the warriors. To defend the tribe from peril.

“How do you know you will not defeat them?” She blurted out before she could stop herself. She had every faith in the warrior’s ability to protect the tribe. They wouldn’t still be alive and thriving if it wasn’t for the warriors. So to think that the Chieftain didn’t believe his own people could survive… She shook her head as he continued.

By the time he was done speaking, Sorcha was shaking her head with a look mixed of disbelief, horror, fear, worry, and admiration. He trusted her with something she knew someone else was bettered suited to do.

“I will not run like a coward. I will fight if it comes down to it. I will and you know it. Running is not in my nature that gods blessed me with.” She jumped to her feet and started pacing back and forth in front of the boulder.

This is why mother sent me home. My dream… but is it possible? How can I save the tribe when an entire band of warriors cannot? I do not understand, but the gods they know everything. The banshee proclaimed do this or you all die...

Finally she stopped moving and turned back to her friend. “Caderyn, I have known you since I was able to first remember. You have always been there for me,” she took a deep breath as she fought to tell him. It was blasphemy against the priests for anyone other than them to have had a vision, but she knew what she saw and heard.

“Last night a banshee came to me in my dreams. It told me that unless I met the invaders before they reached the tribe everyone would die.” She looked up at him, worry written clearly in her expression. She knew it wasn’t likely he was going to turn her in, not when he was openingly disagreeing with the High Priest’s orders to slay people to appease the gods. But that didn’t mean she wasn’t worried about his reaction.

He wanted her to run away with the rest of the tribe and hide from the invaders while all of their able bodied warriors were murdered in battle. She didn’t see the logic of it, nor did she see the logic of sitting around waiting either to die by the invading tribe’s hand or to be sacrificed to the gods by the priests.

“I’m going.” Sorcha said at last as she looked him in the eyes, her breath caught in her throat as she waited to see the reaction of her friend.

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“I will not run like a coward. I will fight if it comes down to it. I will and you know it. Running is not in my nature that gods blessed me with.” Sorcha exclaimed, jumping to her feet and pacing.
Cadeyrn had to repress a sigh. Yes he knew Sorcha's courageous nature, and accompanied with her stubbornness that could outlast the rocks on the Coast, she was a force to be reckoned with.
He looked up to argue his point with his friend, but the reply never had the chance to leave his mouth.
“Caderyn, I have known you since I was able to first remember. You have always been there for me,”, she said softly, emotion evident on her face. Cadeyrn continued to hold his reply, it was clear Sorcha was not through.
“Last night a banshee came to me in my dreams. It told me that unless I met the invaders before they reached the tribe everyone would die.”, Sorcha's statement came out in a rush.

Cadeyrn choked on his words, trying to get a grasp on what the Blacksmith's daughter had just said.
Banshee. Messenger of death.
Cadeyrn was baffled. Females were not to be come druids, but a simple rule never kept Spirits and Gods from communicating with anyone. But even then, Druids never received a vision from a Banshee, unless it was their time to pass.
The Champion knew there was not anything wrong with his friend's mind, but as to why the Banshee spoke to her and not the Druids, he did not know.
Perhaps the Gods have lost faith in our Leaders. Perhaps they have chosen someone else. Cadeyrn thought to himself, as far fetched as it was, looking at Sorcha, he found no doubt in his heart.

“I’m going.”, Sorcha whispered, as if the words were choking her.
Cadeyrn felt like a knife was being driven into his chest, but at the same time he knew what he had to do, and after a few moments, he found his words.

"Then I believe I'll need to pack my things". The Champion said with confidence, even knowing that leaving as a Champion in a time of war would mean not only losing his title, one that many warriors would die for but also never being able to return to his homeland. If there will be a home to return to a small voice in his mind whispered, but he quickly struck it down.

"Meet me back here at dusk, we'll depart under the cover of night.", with that The warrior gave his friend a long, tight embrace before making his way back to the village.

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The unspoken thoughts written across the Champion’s face said everything. He was shocked. No less than she had been after waking drenched in sweat, heart racing, and truly fearful of the future. Looking at the face of her companion, Sorcha knew that he didn’t like her idea. He was probably as against hers as she was of his.

What she didn’t expect were the words that came out of his mouth. She had expected him to protest. Tell her she was wrong, mistaken. He was going with her. With her. It was impossible for her to hide the shock from her face. Did he understand what he was doing? Of course, he did. He was more than seven seasons older than her and knew this world better than she, but still he was willing to throw away his high rank to go with her, a widowed smith’s daughter who refused to marry.

“You must n-” Her words were cut off as Caderyn hugged her. She returned the embrace knowing it was likely to be one of the last moments of pure emotions she was able to feel. She couldn’t let him ruin himself. Having him die while a worse physical condition than being alive, dying as a warrior was a better afterlife than dying as a betrayer to his tribe. She wouldn’t condemn his soul to such a life.

Sorcha watched the man walk back towards their tribe; her green eyes fighting back the tears she knew were threatening to fall. She had to leave before dusk. I came here to see a friend, told to hide while others died for me, and then tell of my dream only to condemn a good man to misery. Mother, this could not have been what you meant for me.

She shook her head as one of her front braids crossed her face. She grabbed it and pushed it back still staring at the same path where Caderyn had walked. The same path she would have to go as well. Taking a deep breath, the young woman fought to gather her nerves back together.

Taking a detour on the way back to the Forge, Sorcha stopped off back by her family’s graves. She prayed once more, finding herself seeking more guidance from her mother and the gods then even when she asked and begged not to have to marry young. She wanted to survive the process of motherhood and not leave children behind as her mother had done. Not that she faulted the woman, but she wanted to be around to watch them grow old.

Leaving the cemetery, she heard the news of a guest in the tribe. One they had had before. The other tribes must know of the foreign invaders as well. We are not the first tribe to be in their paths, but we are one of the firsts and likely one of the strongest contenders to stand against them. If we can bring other tribes to our aid… Maybe this is what the gods meant when they sent the death messenger to me. I must go, but I can not drag Caderyn into this as well. I can not.

It didn’t take long once she was back into the central area of the tribe to locate the outsider. He was standing by his horse. While she couldn’t remember his name, she knew his face. He had been well received prior. Everyone else was shunning him. This is wasn’t proper guest host relations. No wonder the gods were punishing them. Even strangers deserved some measure of respect.

Because she was a female it became a bit trickier to approach him, but given the fact she would be leaving the tribe soon anyway, she didn’t see the damage it could do. She smiled lightly as she walked over to him.

“I do hope you have been greeted and seen to what it is you desire from us?” She asked. While not the best manner of speaking the terms of why he was there, she tended to be the kind of person that didn’t beat around the bush. Her tribe was falling apart and the threat of the invaders… she didn’t want an outsider to see the depth of destruction should Cantae survive they would fall prey to other tribes in the area if too much was seen.

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after Cailean was done with his business he transformed back into his original form and started back to the village. the walk back to the village took only a short while and when he got back the town was moving and everyone was working. Cailean decided to go back to his house and get ready for the oncoming day. everywhere he went he heard whispers of the oncoming attack. Cailean was not phased by the oncoming attack but he rather enjoyed the thought of his first actual battle. Cailean wanted to find the kill the people who killed his parents and this battle might bring him closer to achieving his goals.

On his way back he ran into one of his fellow warriors in the tribe. This warriors name was Cadeyrn. Cailean nodded respectfully. "hello brother." he said and took Cadeyrn's arm in a friendly shake. "are you ready for the oncoming days?" Cailean knew that it would take all of their warriors at their best to defeat these invaders. "i have been training non stop since i heard the news of the attack and i am ready to protect this village." he said hoping to give Cadeyrn some reassurance. "they are no match for our might."

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Sorcha turned back and looked at the male as he introduced himself. She nodded her head, his name finally clicking in her mind. She knew where he was from now and why she remembered him. There had been a large trade of weapons, furs and other items between the tribes. There had been a great feast and a lot of dancing. Most of which she and a few other girls did with one or two males. The young woman didn’t like to brag on anything except her work, but she knew it to be fact she was one of the best dancers in the tribe. While not the mostly musically gifted, she still had a nice voice and could play the instruments well. But she preferred as to her it took more skill.

“If you head west will you not be putting yourself in more danger by getting closer to these invaders?” The gears in her mind started running at the thought of having a traveling companion even one from outside of the tribe. He was heading that way already. I will not have to endanger Caderyn. I will have to find a way to brooch the subject with him, but not in public or where anyone can over hear.

Beginning to open her mouth to speak again, Adair continued as she stopped to listen to him. They were nearing her home now which was attached to the Forge, but each had a separate entrance. When asked of her father, she nodded her head.

“Yes, I am Alaois’ daughter.” The words of the man’s father’s sword brought a smile to her face. It probably came from the trade she remembered seeing Adair at. “Aye, though if I could but see it I could tell you whether it was my father’s work or my own.” She could tell the differences even when most people couldn’t. Sometimes even her father couldn’t tell the difference. But she knew most of her skills came from something she couldn’t reveal to anyone not even the Champion.

“I crafted the sword for our current Champion and he still wields it even though I tell him I have made better since.” She stopped as she listened to his question and glanced back towards the hub of the tribe and then glanced at the ground before looking back up.

“It is not that I do not have faith in our warriors. I have great faith in them, but this rifting between the people, between our religious sect and everyone else is causing alarm, fear, hatred. The first person the High Priest sacrificed was a new born believing that babies were the greatest valued thing in this tribe. When that did not work, he moved on just recently to a tanner. Though I could not see how that would be most valued, it shows he is not going to stop. Next it will be warriors, my father or I, women with child, older children, our elders, the Champion, the Chieftain. It will never end. Something else must be done.” Sorcha knew she was saying too much, but if she wanted to travel with this man west, he needed to understand without knowing the full truth.

“Our ways of life here are slightly different than most. You can see we have female warriors, but that is as high as we go. We can not be Druids and magick is forbidden by anyone other than the priests. I think they fear it. Cantae will fall either to the invaders or to itself. It is my belief that all of the tribes will not stand to these people, but if we combined strengths and allies even for this one thing then our great land could survive this encounter and any other if only we banded together.

I know you probably do not give much stock to a smith, but I believe my point is valid. Being able to speak to other tribe leaders could mean the difference between life and death for many tribes not just my own. Because if Cantae falls almost everything else will too until they reach the most northern tips or begin to head south. Though I have not heard of anyone south being much of a contender as of late. Of course I am not as well versed in the ways of outsiders as you are.”

Sorcha stopped when they reached the door to her home. “Allow me to take your horse and then get you something to eat and a place to sleep.” It didn’t take long to move to the horse to the stable, untackle him, brush him out and then give him food. He seemed pleased. Animals were always happy just to have the basics of life. Why can not people by the same way? She returned to where she left Adair.

“Follow me.” She led him into the house and brought him over to where the beds were. It was a one room. Two beds on opposite sides of the walls with wools covers blocking them off from the rest of the room. A small kitchen area was set on one side and a few pieces of wood furniture to hold clothes. It lacked a feminine touch even with Sorcha present. She never had a mother to show her how a house must look and she was fine with the bareness. On the other side was a door that lead to the Forge.

The red head lead him to one of the beds and pulled the curtain a side. She grabbed the clothes off the bed and moved out of the way. “This is where you can sleep. It is not much but it is the best I can. Please let me know if you need anything, food, drink, and what time you would like to leave so your horse can be ready to travel.” She inclined her head as she moved away and took the clothes to a leather bag. She rolled them and then stuffed them inside of the bag. It was the start of her travel bag. One she would have to have ready by the time Adair was leaving and before Caderyn knew what she had planned.

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The warrior in front of Cadeyrn was young and from his excitement of the coming battle, rather brash.
The fires of war will forge him into a man soon enough. he thought to himself as he took the young warrior's arm in an embrace.

''i have been training non stop since i heard the news of the attack and i am ready to protect this village." The Tribesman said with confidence. "They are no match for our might."

Cadeyrn forced a smile." Indeed, we will kill many of them". He said with his own forced enthusiasm.
"I must be off. Continue training for now, for the day will come when we need every able-body warrior we can muster." The Champion said before turning and continuing on his way to his dwelling.


Upon arriving in his small home, Cadeyrn immediately began packing dried meat, bread and vegetables into a smaller satchel, then he placed a long sleeve tunic and wool leggings for cold weather into a large sack, along with tools needed to repair damage to his equipment.
After arranging the large sack and satchel on his bedding, he grabbed a a few leather and cloth pouches. One had a flint and tender in it for starting a fire, another had herbs that could combat a fever and illness, and the last one had another mixture of herbs that slow bleeding and reduce pain when applied to an injury.
After laying the pouches next to the sack and satchel, he moved over to an area of the hut where he kept his battle gear. There, Cadeyrn equipped his belt, which had a large horizontal oval piece that protected his lower stomach and another long piece that ran from his left hip, across his chest and connected at his right shoulder, there he sheathed his dirk. The piece continued over his right shoulder, across his back and connected at his left hip which is where he would sheathe his long sword.
Next he pulled out a pair of leather boots insulated with rabbit fur and a pair of finger less leather gloves.
At the other side of the room, he already had his large oak and iron shield leaning against the wall, along with his Lancea long spear resting behind it. He would leave them there until time to leave.
After making a mental note to fill his water skin after leaving the village, he began to inspect his blade for any damage or blunt areas on the blade, and after being satisfied that he was keeping his promise to Sorcha about taking care of the blade, he sheathed it on his back strap.

All there is left to do is wait, he thought to himself. Dusk would be arriving in a few hours. Gods guide our path.

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Eoin

The search took several minutes but Eoin was feeling he was on the right course.
After fishing through several villagers who were willing to speak to him, of which there were not that many. He was able to ask around and see what he could discover. The village was part of of the sectual tribes and they followed the lead of a circle of Druids that gave their lives order. He was able to understand that seeing as many of the western tribes back in his homeland did the same even going so far as to sacrifice like these people did as well. However it was that aspect that made Eoin uneasy about such tribes, if they were willing to spend life so easily then they would be open to more horrific ends in the future.

The story didn't get closer to his ears until he heard tell of an invasion coming from over the channel and that peeked his interest. If the Druids thought that killing their own would somehow save them from a foreign army then they were wrong, even if the gods intervened they have no sway over the followers of another.

But he knew the story had some merit due to the sacked head tied to his belt.
He palmed the leather bag for a moment, contemplating the truth of what was to come. This man must have been one of the scout for this foreign army, his uniform and insignia would easily show that to be true but it still meant there was one left in the village.

After asking around for someone who could help him with a problem concerning the village, several apt stares and hushed retreats later he was met by a younger woman who pointed him along the way to find a man named Caderyn who was last seen near his home near the center of the village.
Feeling somewhat off about finding someone at their home and intruding just to ask for help in a matter, even if it was one that concerned the village bothered Eoin. He walked through the lightly packed spacing of the village, dodging hastened looks of worry and contempt as he could see many of the other tribesman eying him with suspicion.

It took several minutes for him to actually find the house and lay eyes on it, for the champion of the tribe it was quite a humble home to look at. Eoin approached the home and looked over the door as he reached a hand up to strike the frame hoping that this Caderyn would be inside.

*Knock.. knock*

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Cadeyrn sat quietly in his home, his gear organized and ready for the long journey ahead of him. He had been brooding over the implications of his future actions. He knew very well what he would be doing for Sorcha and for the Tribe, and he knew without a doubt it was the right thing to do, even if it meant being exiled by the Tribe.
His thought process was interrupted by knocking at his door.
Sorcha?, he thought to himself as he stood up and opened the door.
Cadeyrn had been looking at where Sorcha's eyes would have been on the other side of the door, but instead, he came eye-to-torso with a giant of a man.
The Champion did not recognize the stranger, and these were indeed troubling times. Instinctively, his main hand slowly rested on the hilt of his long dirk, and although he had to look up to meet the gaze of the blond-haired giant, he did not break eye contact.

"Can I help you, stranger?", he said, his tone neutral.

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It took merely seconds for Eoin to get an answer at the door to this mans home, but what came to answer him was not what he had thought would be a known champion. He was smaller then what Eoin was expecting and the frame of his body did not look to be well suited to combat, but when his eyes met with the champions he could get the understanding behind his status within the village. He had a certain fire that flickered vaguely behind his eyes and it there that Eoin noticed that he had the potential for great things within him.
He looked over his shoulder for the moment and turned back to meets Caderyns eyes again.

"Hear from the others in the tribe that you are their Champion.. I thought their description was off but now I see they described you well." He slowly untied the bag from his belt and held it low at his side. "I know of your tribes danger and the forces that are coming, but for now I must tell you that they are already here."
He splays the bag open in front of Caderyn not thinking much of the action of showing a freshly severed head to another in the space of his own home. But for the time being he did not have the luxury of normal civilities.

"This man was one of three scouts.. I came upon them while coming to your village and I can tell you with assurance that the third is still in your village." Supporting the bag with one hand he produces the insignia with the other, it was a large flat metal disk with a light blue woad circle imprinted on it albeit rather crudely. Mush of the rest of the markings had been worn from wear but it was still recognizable as something used to promote status.

"I need your help champion.. and all I need is that you trust me"

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Cadeyrn noticed the large man sizing him up.
No doubt he finds one of my size and age as Champion to be intriguing.
"Hear from the others in the tribe that you are their Champion.. I thought their description was off but now I see they described you well.", the giant of a man said in his baritone as he began to untie a bag that was curiously tinted with a crimson color.
Opening the bag revealed a severed head, understandably causing alarm to shoot through Cadeyrn. The Champion did not step back or show his surprise in any way, instead he stared at the head as he listened to the man.
"This man was one of three scouts.. I came upon them while coming to your village and I can tell you with assurance that the third is still in your village."

Gods no, they're already here.

"I need your help champion.. and all I need is that you trust me", The blonde giant rumbled.

Strange Cadeyrn thought to himself, Seems like I should be the one calling on him for help.
The Champion simply nodded and went back into his home to grab his sword and spear, leaving his shield laying on his bed. He sheathed the Longsword in it's shoulder sheathe as he walked out onto the grass with the stranger.

"What is your name, and what is it you suggest we do?".

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Eoin gave a soft grin as the champion before him spoke with compliance, it was a good feeling. All he needed was this mans help and a larger problem could be averted from happening.

"All I need is for you to gather everyone you can to see what you have to say near the center of the village, this will have a reason." He reties the bag and hands the draw string to Cadeyrn making sure that he took the its familiar weight. He turned and pointed out towards the center of the village and gave his plan.

"Let your people know of what has been discovered and speak of finding the small camp they were using to observe the you..

I will watch from the back and keep my eyes on anyone who looks to be leaving or highly suspicious. This man will have a rather oft look about him, rather more like myself. So when you see me head for someone who will be of most suspect then that will be your signal to act as well."


Eoin takes the insignia and presses it into Cadeyrn's other palm.."Keep this, I already know the image and if you must reveal it to force a response." Eoin backs out of the mans home then and moves away from the door, he seeks to disappear into the small packs of crowded villagers in an attempt to remain unseen. Though still his head is visible from over most others he does what he can to remain aloof of others attentions.

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All I need is for you to gather everyone you can to see what you have to say near the center of the village, this will have a reason.", the big man said.
Cadeyrn nodded, waiting for him to continue.

"Let you people know of what has been discovered and speak of finding the small camp they were using to observe the you..
I will watch from the back and keep my eyes on anyone who looks to be leaving or highly suspicious. This man will have a rather oft look about him, rather more like myself. So when you see me head for someone who will be of most suspect then that will be your signal to act as well."


He wishes to flush the scout out., the Champion thought to himself.

The man handed an insignia to the Cantae Warrior."Keep this, I already know the image and if you must reveal it to force a response.", he rumbled, confirming Cadeyrn's thoughts.
The warrior nodded at the much larger man, and with that the stranger did the best he could to disappear into the village.

Cadeyrn went back into his home and looked to the right wall where a hook had been attached to the wood. On the hook was a Mustering horn made from bronze and a large bull's horn, used to rally the village for important announcements and to call upon aid during battle. The Champion took the horn along with the severed head into the center of the village. Once there he sucked in a deep breath and placed the horn to his lips.
Blowing into the horn created a noise so loud, everyone in the village would hear it and immediately head for the center.
After just a couple of minutes, Cadeyrn was confident that everyone had arrived, and so he began to speak.
"Cantae!", he yelled, opening the bag in his hands "I bring disturbing news. There is someone here who seeks to do us harm!", with that, he dumped the head out of the bag, understandably bringing gasps of surprise and disgust from the villagers as well as the sound of weapons being drawn by the warriors .
"We found a small camp just to the west of the village. We killed the ones there, but there is one among us bearing this!", Cadeyrn raised the insignia, making sure it was visible.
"They are Scouts for the invaders!", he finished, buying himself enough time to find the Blonde Giant in the crowd, his eyes locking on the man to see if he had spotted anyone suspicious. He hoped Sorcha was present, as this was a sign they may need to leave the Tribe lands earlier than planned.

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After several minutes of walking around within the whole group that was in the village, Eoin could only happen a guess as to why he was helping this tribe. He could think back to when he was younger and his own people almost fell to invaders, thinking that this was the reason all together. It took a few moments after that for him to hear the sound of the horn and that was when most of the other villagers began to move in unison towards the center of the village.
Cadeyrn was there when he looked up and he could see the young champion awaiting the rest of the villagers to arrive. Eoin did his best to stay in the back of any group that formed and even more so all the way towards the back of the growing body of people. He walked silently and calmly as he watched eyes being cast up towards Cadeyrn awaiting to see what it was that he called for.

But he could see that as soon as Cadeyrn lifted the leather bag and began to dump out the head of the fallen scout, he knew things were going to change. Eoin cast his eyes around and made sure not to concentrate on what it was that the champion was doing, only to see several faces casting their own expectations around. While he knew that most of the stares he was receiving were because he himself was new to the village and more of a prominent figure to scrutinize.
That however was not what he was looking for.

Faces pulled away from disgust or surprise were not either, many of the woman and younger men did not have the stomach for such a thing. While many of the guards that gathered were looking to the champion to lead them to protect the village.

Eoin was looking as hard as he could to see faces that were not there before, many of the same traders from before were still around and so were the same crowds that inhabited the area before.
He did see other faces that did not arrive until after the horn was blow, but these as well shared the same textured mannerism of those that lived within the village. Many spoke openly within the body of people, while others got the attention of friends and relatives as they joined the crowd.
It was then that Eoin noticed one that was not like the others, he was a man with a rather stern look in his eyes and the attention he was giving too Cadeyrn was more so then just an attentive villager. His face was almost devoid of dirt and there was a scar running cleanly across the bridge of his nose. His features also bore a close resemblance to the two men in the woods, with an exceptional wild nature to the eyes and some more feral looks then most people have.

The giveaway was when his eyes met Eoin's and it was then that he realized he had been made. Eoin gave a quick look at the young champion who was already looking at him and he gestured towards the man for Cadeyrn to see.
The man took this as his signal to run and broke from the group in a quick run, his leather armor showing from beneath his shoulder mantles as they flapped in the air from his pace.

Eoin broke out into a run as well, using his large hands to spread the small section of the crowd in front of him. He was chasing the man now heading towards the west gate of the village, the same entrance that Eoin had used that very morning.

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Sorcha had only been in the Forge for a few minutes working when the horn sounded. Her brows furrowed together and she glanced to her father. He shrugged at her, but she knew the look. They had a lot of work to get done. They both couldn’t leave, so the daughter set her tools down and headed back towards the center of the tribe.

She stayed at the back of the group so she could make a quick getaway once everything was over with, but when she saw it was Caderyn, she felt her chest clench. Something was very wrong. She imagined he had been packing to destroy his entire life including afterlife, but not this. Her green eyes widened at the sight of the head and her heart pounded in her chest.

Listening to her friend’s words only caused her fears to become fact. She avoided meeting his gaze and sank further back into the shadows. Before he was even done, she turned back towards the Forge. She told her father what was going on and that he would be better suited to be there than she would. She would continue to work, even if it was a lie.

Once her father was gone, Sorcha went back into the house and straight to Adair. She placed a hand on his shoulder lightly as she leaned down. She knew he was likely awake, but she didn’t want to startle him nonetheless.

“You must leave now. I am sorry, but they have caught scouts outside the tribe. It is not safe anymore.” She backed away and grabbed her bag that she had packed with the clothes. She went into the workshop and grabbed her tools as well as the torc and then put them in the bag as well as food. Glancing back over at Adair, she wondered if he would allow her to go willingly or not.

She already had her dagger and portable bag that held metal fragments in them on her, but she grabbed her bow and quiver before she stopped and slung the back over her shoulders and then went for her cloak.

“May I go with you or not? There is something I must do and it is hard to explain on such short notice, but please allow me to accompany you on your journey. I have a conquest and I wish to save another’s life if he was to go, it would be condemned.” She knew her words probably didn’t make any sense, but she had tried to sum up her story as best as she could in the short amount of time.

Sorcha stood in the middle of her home holding her breath. She didn’t know the stranger well enough to know what he would say, but he was smart. He had figured out what she was planning, just from watching her and piecing clues together. Most people in the tribe wouldn’t have been able to do so. She just hoped he said yes so she could spare Caderyn.

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He was going to let her come with him. He wasn’t going to try and stop her like most men would have. Not that it was particularly a man’s quest, but most felt it their jobs to do such perilous journeys alone. Making her she had everything and being careful to follow in the shadows to the stable, she didn’t want anyone to see her now. Worse they would go tell her father or Caderyn would catch her. She was doing this to spare him not hurt him more.

As the two of them made their way to the stables, Sorcha followed him inside. Watching his body language and the sight of him going for his weapon told her something was wrong. Another scout? She thought to herself, but once she could see as he could, she knew it couldn’t be true. Scouts wouldn’t look this close to death could they?

Coming to Adair’s side she bent down and looked through the woman’s bag. There wasn’t much present and certainly not enough to tell where she had come from. Frowning she glanced at the still frame. This was going to slow them down, but it might be enough to give them a distraction.

“I will go tell someone of her presence. They will keep her until she is well and question her if she is a scout. Likely she is not, but it will give us a chance to escape from here unnoticed. Take your horse and the supplies and head into the woods. I will meet you there shortly.”

Sorcha stripped off her bag, weapons, and cloak giving them to Adair. She had to trust that he wouldn’t run off with anything or leave her abandoned in the tribe. He seemed like a good character and she hoped she wasn’t wrong. The mysterious woman needed help she couldn’t give nor did she have time to try. Someone else in the tribe would be much more skilled than herself.

Leaving the stable, she headed for the house of the person she knew could be of the most help. The tribe still seemed in much uproar from the announcement of the scouts. In this chaos it was easy to go by unnoticed. She reached the house and relayed her message as quickly as she could. She said she had gone there to check the area for hiding places of scouts after the announcement and found the woman. It wouldn’t look good on her, but still she would get the care she needed unless of course the leaders decided it was better not to risk anything and just kill her, but her people had never been that way before.

They never used to sacrifice people either. She reprimanded herself, but her help did as she expected and went to help. The family were good people and they would help her out. Turning, she headed back towards her house so she could slip out of the tribe before anyone saw her, but a figure stopped her short. It was the High Priest watching the comings and goings with a critical eye.

The man caught sight of Sorcha and leveled his gaze on her. The young woman fought back at gulp as she nodded respectfully to her elder. Please just let me get by and do not speak to me.

“You are Alaois Ceàrdach’s daughter are you not?”

Sorcha nodded her head. “Aye, sir I am. This there something you need?” All she wanted to do was run away like a scared dog, but she didn’t want to give the man any reason to choose her for death now.

“No, there is nothing. Just merely wanted to make sure I remembered who you were.” Nodding her head, she excused herself as quickly and politely as she could before heading for the woods. Her heart was pounding in her chest and she knew she was probably already paler than normal. The man was death and she came face to face with him. And while she was alive now, she knew that fact may be shortened if she did not get out of the tribe soon.

Entering the woods, she headed for the area she hoped Adair had gone to. It was close to the stable, but also far enough in that no one would see him or his horse. Of course it wasn’t too far from where she was supposed to met Caderyn at the end of the day, but she hoped not to get caught and to be out of there before the Champion figured out what she had planed.

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The crowd had parted, but not quick enough for Cadeyrn to catch up to the blonde giant and the intruder. Now he lagged behind, ducking through homes and around crowds of onlookers. Every now and then, the Champion would catch sight of the enemy scout and the large man, but finally lost sight of them as they exited the west gate into the woods.
Cadeyrn tossed his spear over the nine-foot wooden wall and launched himself up at it, finding a hand hold near the top and pulling himself gracefully over it and lowering himself to the ground.
As he landed, he saw a large form crashing into the underbrush and so again, Cadeyrn renewed his chase, running parallel with the intruder and his pursuer. The chase lasted a couple of minutes, leading the Champion to a clearing where the first thing he saw upon entering was his new ally pinning the intruder to a tree with a long bladed dirk.
The man screamed in pure pain, writhing on the knife in his shoulder, but Cadeyrn became distracted when he heard rustling and approaching footsteps.
Turning, the warrior saw about six of Cantae's warriors appear out of the underbrush, making their way to their Champion.

"Take him", Cadeyrn said with authority, motioning the warriors to the intruder as he stepped beside the much larger man.

"What about him, Champion?", one of the Cantae inquired, motioning his spear at the giant.

"Leave him, I need to speak with him alone", Cadeyrn said as his men pulled the dirk out of the intruder and carried him off back to the village.

"Take the prisoner to the Chieftain!", he called at there backs before turning back to the other man.

"Come. I do not intend to be in the village long enough for the Scout's trial, and it may be best to keep you hidden from the villagers. After this, strangers will not be welcome in Cantae lands, I'll explain once we reach my home".

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When she had been unable to locate Adair or his horse, Sorcha followed her instincts and it lead her to the clearing of the Old Oak, the same meeting place she had with Caderyn later that evening. The first thing she noticed was that Adair had the mysterious woman with him.

Great. Now they will think me a liar. She just shook her head at the sight, but the presence of the woman only brought more troubling issues. Biting her lower lip slightly, the young woman looked at the two people, the horse and then thought of herself.

“We will be slowed down greatly if one of us has to walk.” She stated slowly as the gears in her mind started turning. While her family didn’t own one themselves, she knew where she could get one and wouldn’t be punished if she were caught. If I take his then he won’t be able to follow. Nodding to herself, she knew she was about to take a huge risk.

“I will be back. Go on without me. I will catch up.” She had to leave her traveling gear, weapons, and her bag with him. To be seen with them in the tribe would be dangerous. Without another word, she turned on her heels and started running back to the tribe luckily avoiding all of the mishap with the scout as well as seeing or being seen by Caderyn.

Heading back to the tribe, she went to the stable again and got the tack for one of the horses before sneaking it into the woods nearing the place where they allowed the horses to graze during the day. Getting the tack to the woods was one of the hardest parts she knew, but stealing the horse was going to be another matter. Well borrowing was more accurate. She planed on bringing it back. Granted that she survived the whole ordeal or not.

The grazing area held several horses from the tribe, but there was one she wanted in particular. Caderyn’s. As Champion he was granted a high status among the people and given things or had wealth to buy them. His standing never stopped the two of them from being friends and for that Sorcha was thankful.

Letting a low whistle out she caught the horse’s attention and drew the animal to her. Stealing glances around her, she made sure no one was looking and using the mane of the beast, lead it to the woods where she had hidden the riding gear. Once there she started putting the tact on as quickly as she could begging the horse not to make a sound so she could follow behind of Adair to save her tribe and more importantly make sure Caderyn didn’t condemn his soul.