Gerrard Boselph's Story

Gerrard Boselph

It was easy to see for Gerrard that the rest of the group was not going to be lacking in spirit and that this would be a rather interesting occurrence for them all. Even though he wasn't really sure about the cohesion of such a unit of combatants it was still going to be a quest in itself to figure out just where everyone stood.
He just had some off feelings about some small things rather then worries and he could only speculate inside his head about what would happen when everything finally got rather hectic and everyone was finally thrown into the heat of combat, it would be up to them at that point to figure out how best to work together and with Remi being this way around Asherlin it would be more vital that this ends well.

Gerrard was rather surprised to see that the healer was an elf of some sorts but that was cast aside when Gerrard heard him talk. It was something about the vary air of him as well, something was off that didn't present itself right and he wasn't sure if Morin knew that as well. But under all the facts of this he did seem to be rather competent in his movement and he held himself rather well which gave a sense of confidence all its own.

He looked off to the side to see Remi flinging her drunken eyes around for a moment before landing them of Gerrard and he smiled back at her.. at least she was enjoying herself in her state of inebriation.
"I'd be worried you'd jump my bones, magic man." Gerrard caught a chuckle in the back of his throat as she slurred off after her sentence for a moment, he was going to do his best not to answer that since she was in such a state.
But Gerrard stands when its apparent that the young woman has reached her fill for the night of alcohol and she implores after Gerrard for a moment.."Gerger, saaaave me. Bring me home." It still can summon the thought of laughter, such a woman acting so helpless and in need of his help.

Gerrard takes his pipe from his lips and stuffs out the fire inside before knocking out the ashes at the side of the table, doing his best to make the transition clean he still knows that its someone's job to clean up after him and puts the pipe back in his satchel while leaving the ash on the floor.
Being as gentle with the young woman that his honer dictates he helps with her rise from the chair, bring her left arm over himself in order to support her better.

Gerrard looks to the others as he holds Remi at his side.. "Well.. Goodnight to the rest of you, I am going to tend to my friend here and see the rest of you in the morning."
He drops three silver on the table as a part of the tab when he walks Remi away doing his best to make sure she doesn't catch someone on the shoulder. After a short walk past the door man Gerrard's face was licked by the cold night air, despite being mildly cold to start it wasn't really anything he hadn't felt before being from where he was. Unfortunate the fact was that Remi was now slumped over and he could not get much of a response from her as her head remained down and so Gerrard lowered his arm and scooped up her legs cradling the girl in his grasp.
He had a small fit with her hair as the wind changed hands and decided to slap him in the face with her bangs.

He carried her around the side of the Black Lantern and began to make his way up an flight of stairs that where a lantern hung over the frame of the door. Since Remi wanted him to take her home he was fine with the idea, but since he didn't know where she was staying and did not want to pry he decided that she could keep company in his room that he thankfully paid for three days. As he turned at the top of the stairs he enters a door leading into the second floor above the tavern and thankfully with little effort gets to his room without knocking her head on any of the door frames.

The room is sparsely furnished but well lit and there is still a fire burning away in the stove at the edge of the space it held. Despite being on the small side it was easy to move about and Gerrad carries Remi over towards the bed, placing her on the mattress after pulling back the covers.
He takes a moment to look at his little friend as she looks rather innocent compared to the way she usually acts, even though there still remains some redness below her cheeks and nose due to the drink. Gerrad slides her footwear off and brings the sheets over her, slowly moving his eyes across her form to ensure her comfort. Sliding the covers all the way up over her arms he back off from the bed and decides it would be best to let her sleep seeing as she is the one who will be needing it.

Gerrard backs towards the wall and pulls the only chair in the room over to himself and sits on its hard wooden body, the seat is stiff to him. More so then the chairs in the tavern and he is brought back to the idea of heading off in the morning with their new companions in tow.
Retrieving his pipe once more and lights it with a small stick from the stove, sitting back in his seat Gerrard watches over Remi for the time being. Thanks to his condition he doesn't require sleep like the others normally would, seeing as since his last mission he still has a few extra lives running around in his body.

Gerrard Boselph

The sun arches over the trees in the distance as it makes contact with Gerrard's face and he is brought back to knowing that the day is once again upon this land. Having not needing to sleep since his last mission with Remi he merely spent the night either watching over her or contemplating the days while peering out the window. This land he has lived and journeyed in for the last few years has shown him that there is much outside of his homeland that he did not know, despite however the fact that this land is not as high classed as his home but it is far less savage in some instances.

Removing the pipe from his lips and returning it back into his bag long after the tobacco finished burning, he stood to stretch his back from the position of his seat.
Looking down at the still sleeping woman before him he gave a small smile, for such a hard woman she did sleep rather innocently. She murmured small words in her sleep that gave shine to a life before this in which she may have been rather happy however it was not in Gerrard's best interest to pry at such a subject, so he decided to leave it alone until a more appropriate time.

"Miss Remi.. its time to rise, the world will not wait for us and there is much treasure to be found still.."
He spoke as simply as he could to the woman in bed, hoping that the simple idea of riches would be more then enough to stir her from the slumber she resided in.

From the moment Remi asked Gerrard to bring her home, she remembered nothing. Something in the back of her thoughts had hinted that the man had perhaps even carried her away. It was a romantic idea, one she assumed was of a more ideal mind set than reality. That was until the young maiden awoke in a strange place. First came a voice. It was familiar and soft. It caused her to stir in the bed and throw the wool cover around herself tighter. It took a few moments for her to move from a small grumble to an actual comprehension of the words. She had known who had said it; although she began to doubt her own memories from last night.There the theif was, lying in his bed with no recollection of the later activities. 'Oh gosh. I didn't...did I? I wouldn't...but I was drunk.' Remi took a deep breath as she tried to think the best way to approach the situation. Unfortunately the girl was rather bold. Quickly pulling herself from the bed and onto her feet, the woman eyed the mage intensely as her pink lips quickly formed the first words to come to mind, "Did we do it last night? And I know you know what it is." Studying his face for a brief moment, Remi began to collect herself and force herself towards the door a little flustered. "Oh, I don't even want to know with all your treasure innuendos. Sick perv." She muttered while stepping through the door's threshold. "I'll be back. Wait up because I'm the one bringing the escorts." There was a brief pause, "Not those kind of escorts. I mean - oh, just forget it." With that, Remi disappeared.

There was little time taken for the girl to refind her home. It was a little shack with location not on any map thanks to her more questionable allies. It did the job either way. Moving towards a large wooden door that marked her shack, she knocked twice. Then once. Then three times quickly. It didn't take long for the door to open. Remi moved inside and drew her attention onto all the men crowding the home. "Alright men, today we leave. Can you handle that? Yeah. Good. Let's get going! To the Black Lantern!" There were sixteen men left, all in a healthy enough condition for a march back to their new found leader's home. The leader was the older beastmaster that Remi had promised to help. They're partnership went well thus far and Remi would be sad to see it go; however, the old man had spent far too much time from his own home town. He needed to be reunited. With this thought in mind, the rogue quickly packed up her things for the journey, threw on clean clothes to replace hers that were stained with ale the night before, and headed out. With all the men out, her home was locked shut, and the group made their way for the bar.

When Remi's squad arrived, the healer from last night had appeared already. She could hear something happening inside which sounded large...she guessed it was the giant man who had joined them the night prior. Of that, she was glad. The sixteen men took their casual spots around the front of the bar when Remi told them they would be waiting for a few moments longer. No one seemed to complain. It was early and a break was always nice. When she was sure all the men were fairing well, she moved to the healer from last night. "Hey. Sorry about last night. It was...a long wait at that bar for me. I don't remember but I don't think I gave you a name. Remi it is. Last names aren't needed. I'm a rouge, mostly good with my double blades and lock pick. I'd watch your pockets when I'm around too." She flashed him a calm smile. It was uncharacteristicly pleasent for her; however, it felt needed.

Gerrard Boselph

Gerrard watches as Remi leaves the room and understands that she will get getting back at her own time, so knowing that he does have a moment to pack some things away he goes about the room gathering his items from the nights before. His brushes and picks he uses to maintain his hygiene are meticulously placed back inside his holding sack, while his pipe and tobacco are set inside its own case and then set once again inside the sack.
Hefting the bag up on his shoulder he can feel the weight of the items weigh him down a bit, but seeing as the bags enchantment keep it from being distorted by the items inside he is fine with how it is at the moment.

Finally Gerrard is ready and he splashes the fire inside the stove while tossing a cup of sand on afterwards to finish the job.

For Gerrard the sun is quite warm and the morning is rather inviting for him, seeing as most of the weather he was used to involved snow blinds and biting winds he was resolved to enjoy such a day.
Walking back down the stair from his room Gerrard spots Remi with her group of former prisoners who she mentioned were the focus of their next mission. He was glad despite how the mission ended to see that they were all safe and in a fine condition despite being still on the slim side.

He looks at Remi and smiles.. "Well.. its good to see that they all made it out, I was sure something was going to happen to them." He gave his delighted expression as he looked over them and some of the group returned a worried look, surely because some of them remembered his earlier demonstrations.

Gerrard Boselph

Gerrard stood in the dirt covered street of the small town and looked around as the newly free men gathered around with him and Remi, he was happy genuinely that they did survive. It wasn't uncommon for him to loose people during any adventurous undertaking in his past, but to see that she was able to get them to safety and come out relatively unscathed herself was a valuable breath of fresh air for him.

The others had managed to gather as well and only one was needed for them to get underway, their new gargantuan friend was the one that seemed to be still inside the bar and by the sounds coming out it was rather evident that he would be a little while.
It was at that moment that Gerrard felt, something in the back of his mind and it was oh so small for him to take notice. But inside this feeling was an emotional thought that for him symbolized desperation, turning his eyes towards the road leaving town he was drawn to force more concentration on this emotion that struck him and even then it was hard to envision what was projecting it. Gerrard closed his eyes and centered his thoughts towards that one point and as soon as this began the world started to pull away from him. He could feel the edges of his spacial awareness begin drawn away as all gave in to darkness, as if a rug were pulled from under him and his falling body crashed into a massive body of water.

His mind was beginning to fill with images from around as the word began to poor into his mind and not from his own perspective, but from the eyes of those around him. He could see Remi speaking with their elven companion and even the drunken haze of a mind that was the giant inside the tavern, children running in the streets and the baker down the street removing a new days fresh loaf of bread.
Gerrard did his best to lock out the sense that started to flood in as well as he pressed his consciousness towards the point of his original concern, then the images came to mind. He saw the pattering of feet on the grass as someone was running and from what he did not know, but it was obvious that it was a woman who was on the move.

Fleeing?
No the woman had a knowledge of reassurance in her mind as if she knew something that Gerrard could not pick up on.

However as soon as Gerrard began to focus more on the young woman he could see that she stopped and when she turned to see he assailant Gerrard was keen to notice that the man before her was not friendly in any way. They took hold of her and Gerrard knew now he was looking on a horrible situation that was about to unfold, the men however focused on on her and someone else as well, but due to the distance he could not focus on them as well.
Feeling his feet pull him off in that direction Gerrard began to draw away from the vision and could see the group of men was rather large, but as his sight closed away two arrows struck their marks against the men holding the woman and his eyes opened to his own senses.

Looking back at the rest of the group Gerrard knew that they were still getting their bearings and the rescued party would not be in any condition to follow. So it was a heavy breath that he looked on at Remi and spoke.. "Remi.. I have something to take care of.. off that direction." He gives her an awkward look as he points off towards the woods, as if to imply that something was going on and he didn't want to get the others involved at this moment.
He rubs his wrist for a moment and begins to slowly walk off while giving a dismissive gate turning back.."I'll just be a little bit, don't wait up for me if you have to go.. I can always catch up."

It took only a moment before he could get around the corner of a building and away from the sight of the others which gave him the clear to begin running. Despite the distance that he could see with his mind, it wasn't that far physically between the two locations. He just hoped that he could catch up to what was happening, it wasn't common for him to pick up on someone from such a distance without a specific reason. Either it was the strength of her desperation or something was rather special about the young girl for him to sense her like he did.
Gerrard padded by several small clearing as he made his way through the woods and kept his concentration zoned in on where he first noticed the girl, letting his robes brush aside whatever greenery got in his way.

It didn't take long for him to actually run into something that caught his attention, there were voices coming from ahead of him and in response Gerrard began to slow his pace as he came around several trees.
The small cross section of trees ahead of him held the woman from before and not far in front of her was the one Gerrard could tell shot the arrows to help her, thanks at least to the bow still in his hands. The girl was looking on towards the considerably larger man while Gerrard could see her face over his shoulder.

Despite the fact that Gerrard knew little of why they were being held by these men, he did know that it wasn't right for such a large group to be threatening only two travelers. He gave a small gesture towards the woman but it was apparent that the foliage was not going to allow such an easy form of communication.
So Gerrard lowered himself and began to focus once more trying his best to grab the two attention, his attempts did shine some light on something for him however, the man before him was rather difficult to see even through the aspect of his mind. It was almost as if the man did not cast much of a mental shadow, like he were an undead or something similar.

So Gerrard reached out too the woman and in no surprise found that her mind was relatively more open, even more so then Remi's. He spoke as clearly and calmly as he could in this state in hopes of not startling the young woman.

"I am here.. do not ask and do not worry, all I need is a opening.. Then I will be able to assist the both of you.."

Gerrard's presence did alert one of the men and he soon began to walk towards the general location that he had taken up, but despite this Gerrard kept contact with the woman seeing as he still required a reaction from her.

Verreth-Forest Road-Afternoon-Ambushed


Verreth heard the arrows and wasted no time moving closer to Whisper. They were immediately surrounded. She looked up at him as he commented on their attackers eventual ending.

Her eyes scanned the men as they took up aggressive positions around the pair. “I do wish I was that sure.”

She wished she could joke at this moment. Instead she swallowed hard and frowned slightly. Her heart was pounding hard in her chest. Whisper was right, she was scared but she had learned to trust his abilities. Verreth just wished she had a way to help him that didn’t involve her changing shape. They were vastly outnumbered. She looked up at Whisper, about to say something when someone else spoke to her.

"I am here.. do not ask and do not worry, all I need is a opening.. Then I will be able to assist the both of you.."


Verreth blinked. A voice, clear and level. She was still looking at Whisper and it had not been his voice. None of the men around her had spoken. Certainly none of them were offering to help. She placed a hand on Whisper’s arm, as if steadying herself as she puzzled out where the voice in her head had come from.

“I do not know who you are or where...” Her mind sought for the contact again.

Her thoughts were cut off as she spied one bounty hunter move away from the rest. Could it be that someone was hiding?

“There is one of them moving to you. What would you have us do?”

Verreth scanned the men again, not wishing to draw more attention to the hidden man’s location. Who he was, what he was was still unknown. At least Verreth thought it was a man. The voice was calm and sounded masculine. Not that it mattered, someone was offering to help and right now, given the odds she figured she wasn’t about turn away anyone.

Her hand was still on Whisper’s arm. Verreth adjusted slightly turning her body so that her back as more aligned with his.

“What exactly have we done to deserve such treatment?” This Verreth spoke aloud, hoping to distract the bounty hunters that surrounded them.

Gerrard Boselph

The look of surprise could be seen as it crossed the young woman's face, she tensed up on the mans arm as she began to eye the area around her and mentally question what was going on. In fact Gerrard was sure she was trying to speak back due to the questionable spark flickering behind her eyes, but without the right kind of training she wouldn't be able to send a coherent message back and that was one thing that he was sorry she lacked at this moment.

Gerrard can see the man getting closer by the second and he is forced to draw down closer towards the ground, pulling his blade from his left sleeve as he lowered himself.

Each twig that broke underneath the armored mans feet caused a certain measure of impatience to build in the mages gut, he felt that such action now would only lead to either of the two before him getting injured as soon as he acted. But if he got aid from the woman then there would be an objective opening that could allow him a great advantage, if only he was in arms reach of the man soldier before him then he could more directly affect his mind.

Gerrard takes a physical count of the aggressors around the area and is able to could seven, that is without counting the two that previously died. Three surrounding the girl and her friend, two off towards the west, the one near himself, and the last was watching for anyone traveling the road from the east back towards town.
The men bore armor and weapons that painted them as a private militia of sorts but with no distinguishing marks that Gerrard could recall. However being that he had only been in this land for nearly four years he wasn't surprised by that.

The man takes one final step towards Gerrard's position when the young woman speaks out above the others..“What exactly have we done to deserve such treatment?” He turns on his heel to look away from Gerrard and stares on, maybe waiting for some response from his fellows. But Gerrard cared not because it was just the moment he was waiting for as he stood from the bush and reach around with his left hand to grip the mans mouth and drove his blade deep into the base of his spine.
Gerrard pressed his palm against the wound and felt the mans life quickly begin to leave his being with every slowly pulse of his heart. Being someone who knew the workings of the body like he did it was only a matter of seconds before the poor mans flame would be diminished. Drawing the pulse of life from the mans flesh Gerrard causes a writhing stream of red life to pour forth from the wound and with it the last of the mans being.
His cheeks become gaunt and his flesh quickly drains to a angelic shade as his body no longer able to support itself falls to its knees. The sound of the thud is enough to alert the solders in the stance ans the closest are first to turn.

Their reaction however is slow and cumbersome as they have no idea what is happening, Gerrard has already spun the large quantity of red liquid into five separate orbs roughly the size of a seven pound cannon ball. He spins in place and sends one of the orbs flying with a flick of his palm sending small droplets spraying from the tips of his fingers. The orb makes contact with the man off the woman's shoulder, making solid contact with his face which echos out with a resounding crack, sounding more like being hit a large slab of beef rather then a ball of liquid.
The two others begin to move in a frantic motion hoping to gain their own small victories, one lifting his buckler and pulling back on his sword to strike at the girl, while the other raises his sword high to strike her friend.

Gerrard grabs one orb and thrust it forwards with two of his fingers, the orb responds by spindling out and straightening into a thin spear. This one hits his shield but does not stop and proceeds to travel through his arm and into the left side of his chest. The resulting impact sends him down to his backside wheezing as his body tries to draw breath through one good lung. But unable to let another weapon fly before the other man can swing, Gerrard resolves to reach out and do his best to grapple his arm with as much telekinetic force as he can muster. The mans are starts to slow in the speed of his swing as an invisible presence can be seen gripping the sleeve of his sword arm to which the man begins to fight with his immobilized appendage.
Taking the moment to center himself Gerrard lowers into a wider stance and clasp both hands to aid in his concentration. It had been some time since he had done this, but he knew an easy way to remove the man from the fight. So as the man tried to pull back on his arm Gerrard gave his hands and jerk to the side and pulled hard causing the mans forearm to snap right on the center. Unable to hold his sword for much longer the man grabs his freshly exposed bone and falls to one knee muffling a scream of pain through his teeth.

This gives the young woman and her friend plenty of breathing room as the last of the soldiers pair up with the echoing of their comrades throws moving through the trees.

Verreth-Forest Road-Afternoon

She didn’t know if it was enough to help. The voice never answered her and so Verreth had done what she could to distract. She kept herself at Whisper’s back watching those around them. It felt like a stalemate, no one moving and all parties waiting.

Her eyes kept looking for the source of the voice that had touched her mind. Verreth had watched the one man move away but nothing came about from it immediately. Until the sound of his body hitting the ground drew attention.

She turned, peering under Whisper’s arm just in time to see the first orb fly. It sailed past her shoulder and Verreth jumped at the sound when it impacted the bounty hunter standing there. Just like that the others moved. Verreth’s eyes went wide as two men came at her and Whisper.

She inhaled and ducked a bit behind Whisper. He had already changed, she could feel it in his body and the air around him. Her goal was stay out of his way. Eyes darted to where the new man stood.

“Stay out the way of his flying things too....” Verreth felt confident in the decision as she watched one impact a shield and then travel up the man’s arm. “Mage.” She watched the men fall to the ground. Her hands clenched into fists. Her immediate thought was Gideon had found her. She didn't recognize the voice but it did not mean it wasn't him.

Clear blue eyes scructinized what she could see of the stranger. "Wrong height, hair too long..." Something told her it was not him. Verreth was sure that if Gideon had tried to mentally contact her, even if he altered his voice that a part of her would know it was him. The part of her soul that he had wounded would know.

Verreth kept one eye on the stranger, still slightly unsure of his sudden arrival and help. Staying behind Whisper as much as she could without leaving herself vunerable or hindering him. She could hear it, his song, though it was gentle and soft. A quick flick of her head and she watched the roots emerge causing two more assailants to hit the ground. Arrows hit their mark and Verreth watched the bodies lay still.

More arrows flew and more thuds accompanied their trip. Verreth relaxed slightly. It seemed that at least for the near future there were no more figures joining in the ambush. She turned and peered under Whisper’s arm. He was keeping her at his back, acting as barrier between her and the stranger.

Verreth, her voice hushed, “He spoke to me in my mind. He wanted an opening and offered to help. I do not know him Whisper. Mage I would guess.” Her hands were placed against her companion’s back as she waited for the new man to say something.

Whisper still seemed tense and alert. She was not surprised, she too was wary. Help was not often offered so freely and mages in her experience always had a motive.

Gerrard Boselph

The girl took cover behind the large man as the chaos of battle came into full swing, but non of the soldiers were able to really stand too what was placed against them. As the last of the men fell due in thanks to the others arrows for which Gerrard was surprised to see someone of such a prodigious standing use, he still did prove to be rather skilled in its use either way.

With the haze of combat gone after several moments of silence the man turned and looked in Gerrard's direction and question that he show himself.

It was not unseen that the man still would harbor some speculation as to what Gerrard meant in terms of his arrival, he stood firmly with the girl at his back and kept his palm held fast of the shaft of the bow.

So it was that Gerrard stepped out into the clearing with them, taking a step up and over the body of the first man to die. He clapped his hands together with several repetitions to applaud the show that was placed before him and as he walked the last three remaining orbs of blood followed diligently behind like well trained dogs, hovering slightly above his shoulders.

Stopping only a few feet from the two he gave a slight bow with his last step and spoke.. "Your gratitude is not required in this moment, though I do like that you offered it." raising from his bow Gerrard points at Verreth and proclaims "The young miss there is the whole reason I'm here, had it not been for her voice reaching me and might I add at such a great distance I would not have come."

"But still I am glad that the two of you are unharmed, I was forced to removed myself from the group to come at your aid." As Gerrard spoke he drew one arm up and its palm upwards with the fingers outstretched, this caused both of the spent orbs to gather themselves from the soldiers corpses.
The spike pulled from the shield and the other unwrapped itself from the others face floating back towards Gerrard in long sparkling streams. As well the others did the same and quickly all the orbs were gathering together as one above his palm.
"You miss must be careful, there are many creatures that walk this land that can pick up on such an open mind. Your friend on the other hand.." Gerrard looks at Whisper for a moment with a blank expression smeared on his face "He's is probably trying to hard to not be so.. open"

The combined orbs travel down in separating streams which begin to disappear into Gerrard's flesh, this turns the area they touch into a dark crimson as deep as his own robe before the stream has fully passed in. To which the skin turns back into its normal olive shade.

Gerrard paints a strange smile on his face as he tilts his head fir a moment towards the two, in resemblance of a small nod.."But where are my manners?.. I am Gerrard Boselph, of the northern realms." His head jumps back up from the nod "And who might I ask are the two that stand before this one?"

Verreth-Forest Road-Afternoon

Her eyes followed him as the stranger stepped out and into the road. Verreth inspected the man as he came closer. Tall, thin with crimson robes that highlighted his olive skin tone. Then she spotted the three orbs of blood following him and she shrunk back behind Whisper.

Her head tilted so that she could see around her companion as the mage began to speak. Dark hair fell off of her shoulders and she brushed it out of her eyes as he stood up from his bow.

He pointed at her and Verreth frowned. “I am the reason?”

The question was breathed out, no one hearing her. “Oh no...no...no...I thought...” Verreth ignored the men for a moment lost in her own concerns. “I thought I had to be with someone to affect them. I do not use it. Did I somehow call him to aid us and he had to come? What if he perished? It would have been my fault and I would not have known. I must guard my thoughts more.” She thought back, her guilt and concern turning to wariness again. “I did not call out for help. I never once thought of wishing for someone to come...” Confusion clouded her features.

Her hands clenched as she came back to the stranger’s voice in time to hear him proclaim he had left a group to help them. “I did not mean to call anyone...” Verreth grew slightly distraught.

He warned her to be careful about her “open” mind and Verreth grew further worried. “What if I were to put Whisper in danger because I somehow called someone to us, what if someone used it to track us...what if Gideon...” She pushed her concerns aside for now, focusing on the helpful stranger.

The blood moved from the bodies to the mage, ribbons in the air that would strike awe and fear into even the bravest of men and women. They were absorbed into his skin. Verreth’s hand went unconsciously to her mouth. She had seen mages work but never like this.

Whisper had relaxed, the bow entwining his arm, the air around him less on edge. She knew that if he was willing to talk to Gerrard, as he had named himself to them, then things were not too worrisome. Verreth dropped her hand and stepped slightly more to Whisper’s side.

She pulled her cloak around her more, as if the material would protect her from Gerrard reading her mind again. She chose her words, as always very carefully. “I am Verreth. I offer my apologies for somehow calling you away from your party. I did not realize I had. I thank you for the warning and will try in the future to be more guarded.”

Blue eyes clouded a little, “Forgive me but I do not recall asking for help in anyway. I am, of course thankful that you came when you did but exactly how did I call to you? So I might know better how to stop it from occuring in the future.” She was not hostile, her main worry was that somehow her power had called the man and she did not even realize but it did not stop a cloud of wariness from passing through her thoughts. Gideon had taught her that mages were to be approached carefully.

“And where exactly is your party that you traveled away from to find us?”

Gerrard Boselph

The man before Gerrard gave his name first and according to what he said it could be gathered that he was a member of the more tribal aspect in this region, or perhaps even an outsider just like Gerrard was. The mention of the Faeir Forest did give him some insight seeing as that territory did sit between Reins and his homeland despite being separated by the Syjak mountain ranges.
As Gerrard stood in his spot he could see that the woman from before was using Thunder's Whisper to somewhat shield herself from him, and it was no surprise seeing as the entrance he made. Catching the movement of Whisper's bow retract in such a way did give Gerrard a painted expression of intrigue when its whole form retracted and coiled around his arm in some manner of storage or dormant state.

Verreth on the other hand, was slow to show herself as she moved around with the affirmation that Whisper was willing to stand down to a more relaxed state. Gerrard could see a type of worry smoldering in the back of her eyes as she approached to a shorter distance and spoke..“I am Verreth. I offer my apologies for somehow calling you away from your party. I did not realize I had. I thank you for the warning and will try in the future to be more guarded.” The girl gives a guarded expression as the look of worry deepens and Gerrard could see that his mere arrival had caused her even more distress then their encounter with the soldiers.

Feeling slightly guilty on his end, Gerrard takes his moment to look the woman over and see what and despite being in such clothing in the woods she did carry an alternative air about her person. It took only a few seconds of searching her eyes until Gerrard came to a conclusion as to her oft nature.
But it was at this moment she spoke again and that snapped his train of thought over to her line..“Forgive me but I do not recall asking for help in anyway. I am, of course thankful that you came when you did but exactly how did I call to you? So I might know better how to stop it from occurring in the future.” It was easy that with him here she was still uneasy about him and Whisper as well, there was an animistic nature of readiness in his stance.

“And where exactly is your party that you traveled away from to find us?” That one stuck with Gerrard for a moment, he was wondering in the back of his mind if he should be so open about the others with strangers. He didn't know how Remi would react with him telling them such information off from the start of just meeting, much less of helping them out of trouble.

Gerrard relaxed himself as best he could, just feeding like he did he could feel the abundance of life wanting to run and be free coursing through his bones. But Gerrard would be no better if he hadn't learned to control such a minor impulse at this point. He pulled both hands back and stuck each inside both his own sleeves to cover his hands and began to pace around the two on their right, keeping at the same distance but moving slowly as he watched the two.
As Gerrard walked he reached the point of a half circle and stepped to the first of the bodie.."As for formalities.. Miss Verrath.. Whisper.. it is good to meet two individuals that interest me so." He presses the dead mans head to the side with his boot to see if he was likely playing coy about being dead and once he is reassured he steps over and checks the next.

"As for my group.. well one really couldn't call it my group. Our current head, weather she would admit it or not is Remi. She and I met on my last mission in the neighboring province, while the rest of the group are rather fresh additions as well."
Gerrard kneels at one man and begin to search his person for anything he found of interest, the search doesn't go long until he finds an insignia marked plate with a red panther. As well when he stuffs the item in his pouch a silver glint catches his eye and with a tug around the mans neck it appears he was wearing a small amulet. Though the item gave off no tale tell sign of an enchantment which was usual of such an item, Gerrard suspected that it was untreated and he wore it merely as a piece of jewelery.

Standing and placing the amulet in his pouch as well Gerrard looked at the young girl Verreth with a tilt in his stare.. "So.. you must have a power in your veins for me to be so receptive to your thoughts." He took another step towards her and placed his hands back in his sleeves. "Fae?.. Elemental?.. Or maybe even Planer.. Either way unlike your friend Whisper I see that there is an unease about it within you." He face a sly smile as if the thought of understanding her made him laugh inside for a moment until his manners caught up with his attitude and he dropped the face all together.

"So if you don't mind me asking why.. what are the two of you doing out this way? Nothing but sparse farmland out that way and the village behind us is the only real spot of civilization for a crows flight."

Verreth-Forest Road-Afternoon

Verreth felt very unsure about Gerrard. The way he looked her over and took his time to answer the questions. She stepped closer to Whisper, his large presence comforting to her. Mages made her uneasy and this one was no different. Referring to her as miss, as if she were a child compared to him and the way it felt like he was staring into her very soul was all unsettling. She wanted to protest that she was likely older than he by many, many years but her tongue was stilled.

Gerrard paced slowly around them and Verreth moved even closer to Whisper, her back now against his arm. Her eyes were wide, watching Gerrard carefully.

“Interest you? How could we two be of interest to you?” Her tone carried a heavy dose of fear. The last mage who had been interested in her had used her and changed her against her will.

She frowned as he began to poke and prod at the bodies. He explained about the group he was traveling with. Verreth nodded absentmindedly. She watched him pocket a few things from the body. It did not bother her. In truth she had no need for trinkets and such.

Verreth was not prepared for his next statement. It startled her to her core. Gerrard stepped towards her and Verreth moved back, bumping into Whisper. There was no place for her to go as the mage came nearer.

His hands were in his sleeves, he in no way was outwardly aggressive but it put Verreth on edge. He had somehow known she was not just an elf, not solely as she appeared. At least it wasn't her nature that forced him to be here, that gave her a little comfort.

“I am a houri. My mother a nymph, my father an elf.” The hushed words came out before she could stop them. she bit her tongue in an effort to stop herself from saying more. Verreth stared at Gerrard. She didn’t know what to make of the man that had come to help them. Her heart was pounding in her chest. “Why did I tell him?”

Verreth tried to regain her composure enough to answer his question. “We are tracking a group of lycans and helping those that they have attacked, trying to stop them before they kill or turn more.”

She tried very hard to keep her nerves in check. She wanted to hide back behind Whisper, to put him between her and the stare of the mage but she knew it wasn’t fair to her companion. She had somehow called out to Gerrard. The griffin was stirring in response to her heightened fear, it wanted out but Verreth forced it down. Briefly she wondered it it was the griffin that had he sensed, if that was the power that Gerrard meant.

“What of your group and your new recruits, are you on the road or did you leave a meal to help us?” She swallowed and tried to make eye contact with Gerrard.

Gerrard Boselph

The intent look of unease that Verreth was giving Gerrard did tell him that he was beginning to bother her and the thought of this made him step back a moment to ease off of the girl.
But it was the word of Houri that she spoke to him in response of what he said of her, it was a word that he was rather unfamiliar with. This caused a blank stare as well when he tried to word it.."Hou.. Houri?" He almost wanted to draw out his book to see if his father left something of that information for him. Until she said that her mother was a Nymph and that did strike the right spot with him, being that he had been in Reins long enough to actually come in contact with a few. However the fact that in his homeland they were known as the Preshi and had an extremely horrid reputation when stacked against the likes of this woman before him.

Gerrard made a small gulp in the back of his throat as he realized that Verreth didn't need to know something like that seeing as just being around him caused some distress. It was at that moment that he did realize another aspect of the girl, being that she was most likely put off by the fact that he was a mage and not just the way he performed.

Verreth gave a quick panicked look as she just spilled the aspect of her birth to an almost complete stranger, to which she plainly spoke of her and Whisper's purpose being out in the woods. “We are tracking a group of lycans and helping those that they have attacked, trying to stop them before they kill or turn more.”

"Lycan's?.. Oh werewolves and changelings of that such. I know of what you speak, they moved with the moon and hunt on the same. I however could be no real help with them.. such creatures are difficult for me to contact or even touch." Gerrard emphasizes this by taking his hand and tapping his left temple with a finger.
All the while Whisper stood strong and stern in the light breeze of the forest, almost like a tree on a light summers day.

“What of your group and your new recruits, are you on the road or did you leave a meal to help us?” Verreth tried her best to look Gerrard in the eyes and he gave her as light a smile back to ease her discomfort, but her question was close to home seeing as he had to leave so quickly.

"No in fact we were pairing up to leave today.. however it seemed one of our new addition spent the whole night in the tavern. Which normally wouldn't be a problem for adventurers like us, but when you can drink a whole cask of ale in less then a few minutes I believe that would cause problems."

Verreth-Forest Road-Afternoon

Verreth let out a slow breath as Gerrard stepped away from her. She was grateful for the space and she was sure Whisper would be happier if she wasn’t bordering on climbing him to get away from the mage. Her hands gripped her dress lightly under the cloak. She realized she was holding it in such a way that if she needed to run it would not inhibit the motion. Verreth forced her fingers to release the light fabric. “He has not attacked you, has not done anything that would have you believe he wishes you harm.”

She nodded, her eyes staying locked on his as he commented on the creatures they were tracking. After seeing his power Verreth was positive that Gerrard could be of use against the lycans, maybe not tracking them but stopping them. “With him helping us fight them we could find destroy the one who bit Whisper.” Her mind worked, calculating all the ways the mage could help them fight the lycans, to put an end to this particular packs destructive ways. She did not think Gerrard would leave his present group but it did not stop her from considering how others might help them in this task.

Gerrard offered her a smile. It was friendly and he had made no move to come close again or asked her any more about what she was. Her heart was still pounding in her chest but she was trying hard to calm it. “He did come to our aid. He does not seem to be intent on hurting us. He is intense and curious.” Sh could not fault him these things and he had no way of knowing how a mage had toyed with her in the past. "Not all mages are like Gideon. Be wary but not afraid." This thought and sense of strength that emminenated from Whisper help to calm her more. Her muscles relaxed just a little. Verreth returned Gerrard’s smile with one of her own. Slender fingers brushed dark hair from her face. She was happy though that she had not met the mage alone, that Whisper was here with her.

Gerrard spoke of the group he was travelling with, of their eminent departure from wherever it was he had come from and that they were being held up at the moment.

“A whole cask a few minutes? Oh my.” Verreth placed her hand on her mouth and stifled a small laugh. “What manner of adventurer can drink like that?”

Her smile dropped just a little, “But now we are holding you up from returning to your group and I do not wish you to be late if you are departing. As Whisper has said, we owe you a debt. I too would offer what I could in return for your assistance today.”

Verreth was slightly uneasy at offering the mage repayment for his help but she knew it was the right thing to do. Regardless of how he had found them, he had come and helped save them when the situation was clearly not in their favour.

“I am a healer, if there is anything I could help with there although I do not think you were injured at all today.” She did not know what else to offer him. Her eyes looked up at her silent and solid companion. “Name what you would from us, we will do what we can to honour the request.”

Gerrard Boselph

Gerrard looked over his shoulder back towards the town, as if he could see it from such a distance and still in his mind he could just imagine Remi and the others still there in that place. unconsciously he began wring a hand inside his own robe as if to mull the idea of taking an extended leave from them over in his mind.
The girl Verreth's offer at some type of repayment was rather enticing and several thoughts did come across Gerrard's mind, he in fact could request much of them had he the inclination and the thought of coin to return home was more leading then usual. But one glance at them told him that despite their ability to live off the land with the likes of Whisper's help, he could tell that they needed whatever coin they might even have.

But his mind was drawn too the Lycan's that Verreth spoke of, such a group would no doubt be large enough to survive so long while traveling as they did and these two could only do so much. Not to mention that Gerrard could not see any real help the girl could be in combat despite being a healer. He did not dismiss her either seeing as her abilities as a half breed with such blood in her veins could afford her other possibilities.
Then to make matters worse he would still have to remain in contact with Remi no matter what and his mental abilities could only reach so far, his contact with Verreth excluded. His mind dawned on a thought however that all he need to do was adjust the aspects of some choice spells and he could have a way to stay in contact wit her.

So it was with a small sigh that he brought up the plan in his mind and voiced his decision.. "I request to come with you.. if that is within reason?" His hand released the edge of his robe as he pressed both palms together to slightly rub one against the other. "The others can do without me.. besides seeing as how I made such a spectacle of our last meeting, the company Remi has at this moment would be better off dealing with as little of me as they can bear with." Gerrard cast his sight aside for a second as if to catch his assertiveness towards what happened on his first mission with Remi. He remembered almost scaring the poor men almost half to death and then getting separated from everyone by accident.

He does pull up one finger as if to draw their attention towards him.. "All I require is that you continue on your way and allow me to catch up, I have to prepare something.. special.." Gerrard rubs his nose for a moment as he dips his head. "And I would rather both of you not see me work.. if at all possible."
He tries to be as blunt in his tone as he can be, just to invoke the fact that this might be something neither of them would want to see.

Remi had taken the potion from her new company with a rather suspicious eye. She knew that one must have trust with the company she kept; however, the girl had lived far too long in the under belly of the world to ever let her carefullness fade too much. Yet, with a quick waft and another glare to the man, the theif threw the drink down the hatch and shot stuffed the empty bottle into her robs. As an elf boy once taught her, there were several things you could do with an empty bottle. Perhaps this time, she'd actually take his advice of collecting bugs - yet again, maybe not. There was the notable quality of the taste that was left in her mouth. It was vile. Her tongue burned with bitterness making her lips purse and pull in response. With time it got better but not by much. Even so the woman nodded to the man in thanks before having her attention grab onto Gerrard.

"Oh, sure. If you had to go piss you could just say." Her yellow eyes studied him with a modest grin before nodding him off and turning back to the party. From then on she would make small talk with the men. They all had high hopes for their journey, although some were more scared than anything. Before some ended in the tower they had been on such a journey and it made them uneasy. There was little more Remi could do but reassure them that the tower was ruined for now and there were little things worse out there. Not all believed her. The woman waved it off as an unsuccessful discussion and moved on with her life which meant forward onto the journey.

The dark mage had been a while away and it began to make Remi nervous. 'Could he...have just left?' The thought made the theif's blood boil. He was to be her companion on this journey, the only one she remotely had any romantic interest with, and now, he was gone. The thought may have seemed irrational since the man had recently just departed; however, reason had little room currently. It was only the night before she assumed him to have interest in the new healing woman. It wasn't a farther stretch to think he had simply abandoned her case. With a bitter taste in her mouth, Remi rose a hand and gestered for the group to move foward. It was time to go. If her hand signal was not enough, her slightly agitated voice soon followed, "Well boys, the day is young and my patience is already wearing. Let's head out." There came a small verball acceptance by the group before the gang took to motion. There feet pulling them westward from the Black Lantern. Those followed who could. Those hired hands that didn't join were left behind - including Gerrad.

The mob left the city with little incident. Most walked silently, mulling over the tasks that would soon follow. It was only a two days trip to their destination from Sins. So long as there were no interuptions, it would be an easy trip. They may even enjoy it. Remi, on the other hand, had her mind on the recent leaving of the members. She shouldn't have cared; however, she did. The theif knew better than to make attachments but the little nagging didn't stop. It just bit at her attention like hunger. All the while her hand gripping and regripping the hilt of her blade.

Verreth-Forest Road-Afternoon

Her head cocked to the side and she looked Gerrard over. “Come with us....” Verreth’s mind worked quickly. The possibilities of what his powers could do to help them had crossed her mind before but now she needed to think about it a bit more seriously. She also had to consider her own fear of being on the road with a mage, what it would mean to have him around.

A hand slipped a piece of her hair behind her ear and she scrutinized the mage more. She frowned as he asked that he be left for a time to make preparations. Given what she had already seen him do she had no wish to go against this request. If he was asking to be left alone it was likely something that did not need spectators, whether for Gerrard’s own comfort or that of others was unknown.

Verreth turned to look at Whisper. He was completely unreadable but she knew from other instances that he would not openly welcome anyone to travel with them. It had taken a great deal of convincing for him to her help and then go with him. She inhaled, all things were weighed and she had a decision.

She placed a slender hand on Whisper’s arm. “I will not speak solely for the two of us Gerrard but I can say that we cannot stop you from traveling the same road as we and we owe you a debt. If this is what you ask, I do not see a reason to deny you that.”

Verreth managed a smile. “I can understand your desire to work in peace. This too is easy to grant you.” Finding some bravery, Verreth stepped away from the protective area of Whisper’s presence and moved towards Gerrard.

“He has made no move to attack you, no reason to fear him.” She didn’t quite believe her own pep talk.

She stopped in front of Gerrard, her eyes locking on his. “Perhaps if you travel with us I can ask you to explain how it is I called to you, what it is you sensed. In an effort to learn how I may stop it from happening again. On this occasion your assistance was appreciated but as you warned, I would hate to call those who might harm me unwittingly.”

Verreth paused, “I think we can move on from this little...” She looked around at the bodies. “Encounter. I do hope your other companions will not miss your company too much. I am sure that Whisper and I are not nearly as entertaining as those who can drink in great quantities.”

Verreth turned and moved back to Whisper. Now, all bravery gone, the woman hid partially behind the warrior’s arm. “Are we all agreeable then?”

Gerrard Boselph

Verreth approached Gerrard more readily and only came within a few feet to speak with him, but he knew that inside she still harbored something ill about the thought of him and it was apparent in the back of her eyes. If he wasn't so good and ready an individual even without and glance from the side of their psyche.
Her smile was sincere enough show him that she did have enough clout behind herself either way, he did enjoy her show of tension. But it did catch his ears that she wanted to know how it was she had garnered his help to begin with and how best she could prevent such an event happening again. Apparently she was not one to be too willing for someones attention, that or she was hiding something else about herself and that made Gerrard even more interested.

Gerrard puts a finger to his lips as she walked back behind her large companion and he gave a small chirp of delight behind his teeth.
"I will tell you.. but in do time, because for now I am resolved to act in the moment." Looking around as he spoke, Gerrard ran his eyes over the bodies that lay among the fallen around their feet. Stepping back several feet he withdrew his dirk from the left sleeve of his robe and knelt at the soldiers bodies where Verreth and Whisper fist stood.
He kept the three bodies close to his feet as he reached down and took hold of the first to die, his shield still held fast to his chest in the last moments of life. Compared with the strength Gerrard already possessed in his current state it was easy to lift the form up with his right arm and with his blade Gerrard drug a long arch across his forearm, speaking directly to the body as though he were still alive..."Liberate Te Ex De Sanguine"

Gerrard's forearm opens as if the wound was a gate being opened on a large reservoir, small crimson strands began to wire out in all directions as if reaching for something to grab and in fact some began to inch their way towards the two looking on in observation. With small tapered fingers reaching out, until they found what it was intended for them to reach. The strands reached down in mass and began to latch onto the bodies at Gerrard's feet, he in turn dropped his blade and placed his hand at the center of the others chest and gripped the chest plate.

The life begins to mix from the bodies below as it rises into air and quickly takes cohesive form, Gerrard flashes a look and smile over at the two before a large solid orb surrounds his form once again like at the tower.

Gerrard can feel the happenings going on around his form as things change for him, he can feel the spell and its energies warping around his body and shift towards the corpse in his hand. The only light in the total darkness of the orb is the glow at the base of his hand as he forces it under the plate and into the flesh to grip the heart.
Using his thumb nail he carves a glyph in the muscled organs surface, just as quickly withdrawing his hand Gerrard speaks one final word.."Cleanse.." The force of his voice sending a ripple through the shell of the orb as its reflective shimmered away with the light coming through the tree tops.

The orb parts down the center as it splits with an unerring evenness revealing Gerrard first as he still held the body aloft.

Remnants of the orb shaves away and fills into the body he hold which now bears no discerning markings, its whole formed covered with a thin sheet of new flesh, clean and translucent in color. Gerrard sets the body down and with an ease it stands under its own feet with very little effort of power on its part.
Gerrard gives a heavy breath followed with a dejected sigh, his breath coming out slightly labored in fact.
The body on the other hand stand for a moment and slightly begins to move, stretching its neck and arms as the flesh begins to darken. Then all at once the flesh bores and tinges, pulling away and flaking off like it was turning to ash to disappear into the wind.

New eyes opened and clean lips parted for the first time in this life as the face looked to speak too Verreth and Whisper.."I can now rejoin my companions and.. accompany you as well." The face was that of Gerrard, with the body standing across from him it looked as though two twins stood in countenance between one another. The last of this body however did look off. Its eyes were cleanly red with no other markings and as that came to mind they began to changed as well, shifting to match his original set.
The original Gerrard turned and gave a slit tilt of his head as he began to step away..Now if you excuse me.. I must be off." He stepped off with a brisk stride in his step as he broke through the tree line and left the three to themselves.

The air was quite for a moment as the Gerrard still in attendance took count of himself, checking over the body at his disposal. New armor at least slightly used, and at least it was light in turn being that it was leather with small sections of plates covering vital areas. Too bad it didn't do much to help the poor bastard in the first place but for this moment it caused Gerrard to giggle slightly as he began to enjoy the irony of the moment.