Hunter Fortune Part 2

I sat there playing with the metal disks for a bit, activating them and deactivating them into different forms. As far as I can tell, without direction from me, they will cover the shape of what ever they are placed on and then harden into what I think is solid metal. With enough focus you can from them into almost any shape, but the size is limited to roughly the weight of the material. I can combine both disks to make a larger heavier item, but after playing with them for a bit I start to feel light headed.

"For a person with no mana sensitivity to play with those for this long you must not want to get out of bed" A Raspy voice comments dryly from the doorway. The forsaken is standing there, replacing the damaged curtain. "John isn't a bad man, and I don't want to know anything else about you." He pauses for a moment after finishing his repair effort. "IF you're an enemy of the church, he would be the first person to hold you still for Mellon." Nodding at the two disks in my hands. "Charity and benevolence is for the strictly human. Even Mellon with her gifts is limit more than a tool in the eyes of the church. Granted it's rare to see a Demi volunteer to torture and kill their own kind."

"Now." "Don't forget. I helped you. That pays my debt. AGRRED?" The last question he hisses and steps forward and for a second I'm frozen, the disks drop from my hands and flinch. "I- Yes!" I almost shout. "I'm human but I wouldn't want to be confused as anything else!" Snorting he turns away and I hear a muttered voice. "Sure."

Fumbling slightly I work my way out of bed, my legs screaming in protests as muscles I abused let me know I need to take it slow. I see a small flat shelf under the bed and my clothes are on it, picking them up I'm briefly assaulted by a stench. Mmh They coulda given me fresh clothes. Sighing I resign myself for a need to bathe as well as wash my garments.

Swiping the disks off the bed I slide them into the top most pouch on my harness, noting in my head the need to get another dose of powdered curate later.

Stumbling out into the hallway I make way from curtain doorway to doorway, leaning heavily on the wall for support. Panting heavily and wincing in pain, I glance around after making to the end of the hall, across to the right is a John, waiting outside an actual door.

"Um, is Eon alright?"

John jumps and glances back at me startled for a moment. "Well, he should be. After his pervious injuries forced him to retire out here I wouldn't be surprised if he's the strongest person in the keep." John smiles "You're up and about already, so I'm positive that he will be fine with a bit of rest." "I've got work to do in order to head into the forest. Good luck to you Rodrick, learn well from Eon and maybe someday you'll be able to apply to work for the church. If it happens send word to me and I'll put in a word for you boy."

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Sighing I lay down on my cot, my harness and clothes hanging against the far wall to dry. Wincing as I stretch out.

A slow day for me.

Sir Issac came to see me requesting that I sell the spider remains to him, which after remembering Johns warning I explained that I'd rather wait till Eon recovered make a decision. Issac seemed to talk that alright and left the topic alone.

Eon woke up late in the afternoon, and I tried to step into his recovery room to see him but was stomped in the name of letting him rest.

I saw the churches hunters leave the fort and travel down the road leading into the forest, a smaller group that I thought but still more soldiers than I'd ever seen before 40 of the riding horse, dressed in silver colored leathers with the churches holy symbol stenciled into it. I can only images how expensive that many horses must be and how much even just one set of that armor must cost.

Sarah came to see me as well. I guess word spread to the village about my encounter. She was concerned and brought me small basket of things from my folks. She also made sure that part of basket included more supplies for me, in particular some simples bandage roles and 3 more does of the curate powder. I enjoyed talking to her and being able to sit down for the entire conversation, but she said she had to get back to the village after I told her about my interaction with the church's Hunters.

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I wake to the smell of smoke. Think and cloying in the air. Pulling the wood slat out of the narrow vertical window in my room I look out, its almost dawn I see the start of the sun rise in the distance. Hm, must be something wrong in the kitchens then. Turning back to my room I freeze. That's the wrong direction for sunrise.

Whipping back around I stare at the light growing on the horizon. The light appears to be flickering, dancing almost.... That's the direction of the village! My parents! Sarah!

Scrambling I grab a spare set of clothes and my harness. Shrugging it on and almost strangling myself with it in my haste. Slamming my door open I sprint down the corridor I pass several startled servants and one dart around the corner. Suddenly I'm moving much faster than I should. My face slams into the rapidly approaching floor. Skidding for a moment I struggle to get to my knees. "Stay down boy" A hoarse voice makes me jerk my head up. Eon is standing there, looking down at me, a crutch extended partly into the hall. "Go back to your room." "This isn't what you think. It's not an attack. At least not supposed to be." He looks older, worn down. His face is pale and sickle, dark bags under his eye and a white bandage wrapped around his upped chest and shoulder. "The church is involved in this and if you go out there, you won't save anyone. You'll just get imprisoned, or worse. Dead." Limping forward he rests his hand on my shoulder. "I know." "Trust me. Tomorrow we will go to Issac and find out what happened." "Hunters only target Demis and immortals. You're parents should be fine." He lets out a breath that wracks him with coughs. "Go back to bed Rodi. Now isn't the time to be foolish."