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Claire (she/her) - you!! you started her degree a couple years ago, around the same time you outed yourself and got kicked out by your shitty mom. university life has been tough and you're still a bit of a broke shut-in, but you've made friends. big sis to Madeline, you call her Mads. your big dumb heart is stuffed with feelings for her that you can never profess, how ever will you deal with the pressure?

Madeline (she/her) - your little sister. the extrovert, the party girl, the one who somehow always finds time for you. your relationship changed forever when you came out to her, she's been so sweet to you since. just moved up to your campus to start her own degree, even though she could've afforded any school with your mothers support.

The cauldron boiled as flames roasted it's iron skin, arcane fuel ensuring the brew inside did but burn too much or too little. It was the night of the full moon, and on a winter solstice no less, the perfect time for a concoction with great power.

Coming by ingredients was difficult. The town by which she settled was not kind to her, their experiences with witches of old being bloody and full of loss. Though, she did not blame them for their prejudice, her own past was filled with demons and devils she thought she could once control.

The towns folk did however, tolerate her presence in the forest, their problems with monsters and feral beasts all but gone. The folk chalked it up to Beatrix frightening them as much as they were themselves, but in reality it was the warding brews -the same as the kind she was crafting tonight- that drove the conflict deep into the forest.

Had they never heard the tales of travelers from outside the town? Did they ignore the soldiers that needed to travel with farmers from the field? Or worst yet, were they brave and in search of adventure.

Regardless of their reason Beatrix would corral them back to the herd and safety. Her presence alone sent most running back home.

Amara took the duty on the herself, by nature of her station she had to. She was heir after all and to let her people suffer? She wouldn't allow it further. Under the cover of darkness she escaped her room and stole a blade from the armory - she knew better then to take the soft silver stop the fireplace - and plate a size too large.

"you... You're the witch. This isn't any of your business leave me be and I'll do you the same" Amara had heard stories of the Witch in the woods since she was but a child. She knew she was dangerous, but she didn't falter, she was still a person and she could be reasoned with.

"A brave one aren't you? And what is this business of yours that brings you so deep into the forest it may swallow you whole?" She approached closer to the woman, getting sight of her blonde hair and noble features. This was a woman of status, and if not apparent on her face it showed in her stance.

"I'm here for the beast in these woods, it's gone too far. I've come to slay it" as the witch approached closer Amara could better view the features hid under the brim of her hat. Long dark hair and a beautiful face unlike the decrepit woman she had been led to believe lived in the woods. She even appeared close to her own age, with a few years her senior, though she knew better that the witch was older then she appeared.

"A beast?" Beatrix was surprised, had something braved her spell to seek havoc? Or did the creature not feel any kind of fear? Regardless whatever it was, the woman before her stood no chance, and she had a brew to get back to. "Whatever it is you seek, I can assure you it is more than you can handle. I will take care of it. Run home little bee before you get squashed"

"No." Amara refused to falter. "I swore to myself I would not return home until the beast is slain."

Beatrix sighed and with a quick swipe of her staff, Amara fell from underneath her own feet. "You lack the skill to take on whatever your quarry is. Break your oath and return home with your life."

Amara picked herself back up wiping the dirt from the blade of her sword with the ends of her tattered dress. "I cannot. I need to see this through, or else I'm not worthy of my name"

Beatrix felt a tug on her heart, she could not ignore a plea that was like hers so many many years ago. "Fine. I will assist you with the beast before the sun is up. But first I have other matters to attend to"

"I said I won't return ho-"

"and you won't. You'll come with me to mine, and after my matters are resolved, we will slay your beast"

Amara hesitated "how do I know you are not luring me into a trap?"

"whatever beast you seek evaded my gaze and was able to ignore the protections I have cast upon our side of the forest. I wish to see it slain as much as you. And if I were to be the beast? You would have to have me regardless. You might as well let me lead to to my lair so you can reap the Spoils of your victory"

Amara lowered her sword "fine. But you'll lead the way and don't even think about trying anything"

"it's a mess, but you can sit anywhere you like" Beatrix understated the complete and utter disarray, half used bottles of liquid hung from the ceiling with twine, sacks of powders and herbs nailed to the wall. One thing that especially caught Amara's eye however was a fresh sack of flour, likely from the local farm.

"where did that come from?" Amara queuried while gesturing to the sack, while Beatrix worked on her brew.

"I have an arrangement with the farmer. I enchant his scarecrows and fences to keep away pests and vermin. In exchange I get a share of his crop. It's been mutually beneficial."

It did make some sense Farmer Jim's yield was much greater compared to the others in the area. It seemed like it was simply luck before but it seems the witch was willing to trade rather than simply steal and ravage as she was raised to believe "he always did lay tempers when you were spotted in the forest."

"he did? I had told him not to bother with such attempts, it was more likely he'd be hung rather than listened"

Amara took a breath ready to retort but held her tongue. There was recorded history of trials for those that consorted with the witch of the woods.

"once I've returned with the head of the beast I'll be speaking this around the edges of the town. It will protect it the same as the enchanted fences, atleast from most threats."

"wait- you're going alone that isn't what I agreed to. I'm coming with you and that's -"

"can you block a strike? Take a defensive position? Parry a blade?"

"no but-"

"then you will die. Whatever this creature is, it is far stronger than any human. And you lack any training. The moment it sees you, you'll be dinner."

Amara crossed her arms, she didn't want to admit it but Beatrix had a point. "Fine. I won't fight it but I'm not staying behind either. You'll need my help finding it"

Beatrix sighed, it was likely the best compromise she was getting out of this girl. She walked over to her makeshift library - a pile of assorted books and tomes - and pulled a single book from the bottom of the stack and handed it to Amara "read as much of this as you can while I prepare us. You catch that things eye you'll need to defend yourself long enough for me to react."

Amara brushed a small layer of dust off the cover. "Long sword..." She opened the cover and glanced at a name written on the inside "property of Lance... Your name is Lance?"

Beatrix paused while she prepared a potion, having forgotten it's previous owner left their name right inside the cover. "No.... That was the previous owner before it fell into my hands... It has been some time since I opened that book"

Amara flipped through a few pages, pictures of different foundational forms inscribed the pages with explanations of how to move both in and out of armor. "That being said... What is your name? Shouting 'Witch' feels... Insensitive"

Beatrix attached various pouches to her person before grabbing her staff and tapping it twice. "That'll suffice for now. You're better off not knowing it and risk someone's Ire."

Amara redied her feet before being passed a belt and frog to hold her blade, Beatrix handing Amara a bottle of some crimson liquid and warned "don't drink that by the way"

"I'm Amara of lightfeather, is my full title, but Amara will suffice."

Beatrix stopped her peace to demonstrate. "It's acting like a trail of sorts. The enchantment on my pendulum allows me to track where it has been previously, and points to somewhere it spent a lot of time, usually a den, home, or office of sorts. Here watch this"

Beatrix slowly turned left and right, the pendulum shifting how it swung in her hand to try and get her to turn in the right direction.

"How will we know when we've arrived?"

"once we've gotten close enough the pendulum will stop. We'll likely need to search for the den as only blood and cherished possessions can give an exact location. Even then, they go stale the longer they've been removed from the person you're searching for"

Beatrix resumed her pace leading the path. Were it not for the full moon she'd have needed to bring a torch or lantern. It was yet another boon of Selune on this night.

Amara did her best to commit the books knowledge to memory, she focused on foundational technique, primarily how to wield her sword and footing. She didn't have time to get fancy.

After some more walking and reading Beatrix stopped and looked around, they had arrived, she spoke in a hushed tone careful to not alert the creature were it nearby

In the moonlight Amara spotted a mass on the floor sitting out in the open, it was human. She rushed over, branches snapping and catching Beatrix's attention. But before she could warn Amara she called out

It was a trap deer. Beatrix had read about them in the past but this was her first encounter with one. Strange creatures that created large holes in the ground and attracted prey with bait. Such creatures rarely left their bunkers, opting to hide and wait for something to come close enough and to bite with paralyzing venom and dissolve their prey from the inside.

Amara shook in her boots as the pair clashed, the face of death having been only inches away from swallowing her whole and dragging her into her grave. She looked back at the fight, Beatrix clearly lacking in mobility and moments away from being cornered. She couldn't stand by and just watch any longer, she had seen where that leads, but no more.

Wall, Spike, Wall, Spike. Beatrix didn't have enough time to cast anything more complex. The creature moved faster than she could react and her stamina was starting to wear. In the corner of her eye she saw Amara running in to help, a moment's hesitation giving the creature a chance to bite. "Coat your blade!" She screamed, the creatures venom coursing though her veins, the paralysis making her legs go numb and give way.

The beast stopped short screeching and hissing ass it writhed, frozen chains holding it up exposing it's belly to be striked.

"The heart... Quickly..." Beatrix muttered, Amara glancing to see the veins on her body turned green by the venom, it was clear she was doing all she could to hold the creature back.

She returned to the beasts corpse, still warm. With her blade she cut the fang free from the head and was careful not to touch it with her bare hands, wrapping it with the tattered clothes of the bait.

She pulled Beatrix onto her back and raced back to her hovel, following their path that brought them to the beast.

By the time sunrise came she had not even realized she has fallen asleep, the morning sun glaring into her eyes, the events of the previous night a bit hazy in her morning moments. As her senses returned to her she could see that the witch had left her bed.

"Witch?!" She called out worried, only to find the caster working in her craft room, as if the nights events had not even touched her

"yes? Is something wrong?" Beatrix queried, almost a bit confused by Amara's exasperated tone.

"you're... Okay?"

"as bright as the full moon. Why wouldn't I be?"

A sense of relief came over Amara, her posture relaxing against the door frame. "I... Nevermind. It's good to see you're alright."

"and you as well" Beatrix continued her work, a familiar fang catching Amara's eye. "I returned to the beast's den while you slept. I would have work you but... You seemed to need it. " She used a pair of tongs to put the fang into a small boiling cauldron, the water inside changing hue to match the venom. "I buried the corpse, and marked the grave. The den had some valuables which are in my cart outside. You may take it with you back to your town"

Amara was a bit surprised the witch was just the same in the day as she was in the night. "Thank you. I don't know how to repay-"

Beatrix raised a hand "the trap deer is reward enough. I'll be able to make an especially potent antivenom thanks to your help. You can also not speak a word of my help to the common folk."

"oh... Yes, I'll keep this between us. No one will know about it." Amara paced towards the door, letting Beatrix continue her work of grinding distilling and mixing. "May I... Keep the book..."

"you may continue to borrow it. I've left it in the cart for you already."

"thank you again witch."

"Beatrix" she paused and turned to Amara, taking off her hat and placing it aside to let her get a full view of her face "My name is Beatrix"

"it's been a pleasure, Beatrix."

"that it has Amara lightfeather." She returned her hat to her head, hiding her expression "come back soon. I would like that cart back promptly.

The cauldron boiled as flames roasted it's iron skin, arcane fuel ensuring the brew inside did but burn too much or too little. It was the night of the full moon, and on a winter solstice no less, the perfect time for a concoction with great power.

Coming by ingredients was difficult. The town by which she settled was not kind to her, their experiences with witches of old being bloody and full of loss. Though, she did not blame them for their prejudice, her own past was filled with demons and devils she thought she could once control.

The towns folk did however, tolerate her presence in the forest, their problems with monsters and feral beasts all but gone. The folk chalked it up to Beatrix frightening them as much as they were themselves, but in reality it was the warding brews -the same as the kind she was crafting tonight- that drove the conflict deep into the forest.

Had they never heard the tales of travelers from outside the town? Did they ignore the soldiers that needed to travel with farmers from the field? Or worst yet, were they brave and in search of adventure.

Regardless of their reason Beatrix would corral them back to the herd and safety. Her presence alone sent most running back home.

Amara took the duty on the herself, by nature of her station she had to. She was heir after all and to let her people suffer? She wouldn't allow it further. Under the cover of darkness she escaped her room and stole a blade from the armory - she knew better then to take the soft silver stop the fireplace - and plate a size too large.

"you... You're the witch. This isn't any of your business leave me be and I'll do you the same" Amara had heard stories of the Witch in the woods since she was but a child. She knew she was dangerous, but she didn't falter, she was still a person and she could be reasoned with.

"A brave one aren't you? And what is this business of yours that brings you so deep into the forest it may swallow you whole?" She approached closer to the woman, getting sight of her blonde hair and noble features. This was a woman of status, and if not apparent on her face it showed in her stance.

"I'm here for the beast in these woods, it's gone too far. I've come to slay it" as the witch approached closer Amara could better view the features hid under the brim of her hat. Long dark hair and a beautiful face unlike the decrepit woman she had been led to believe lived in the woods. She even appeared close to her own age, with a few years her senior, though she knew better that the witch was older then she appeared.

"A beast?" Beatrix was surprised, had something braved her spell to seek havoc? Or did the creature not feel any kind of fear? Regardless whatever it was, the woman before her stood no chance, and she had a brew to get back to. "Whatever it is you seek, I can assure you it is more than you can handle. I will take care of it. Run home little bee before you get squashed"

"No." Amara refused to falter. "I swore to myself I would not return home until the beast is slain."

Beatrix sighed and with a quick swipe of her staff, Amara fell from underneath her own feet. "You lack the skill to take on whatever your quarry is. Break your oath and return home with your life."

Amara picked herself back up wiping the dirt from the blade of her sword with the ends of her tattered dress. "I cannot. I need to see this through, or else I'm not worthy of my name"

Beatrix felt a tug on her heart, she could not ignore a plea that was like hers so many many years ago. "Fine. I will assist you with the beast before the sun is up. But first I have other matters to attend to"

"I said I won't return ho-"

"and you won't. You'll come with me to mine, and after my matters are resolved, we will slay your beast"

Amara hesitated "how do I know you are not luring me into a trap?"

"whatever beast you seek evaded my gaze and was able to ignore the protections I have cast upon our side of the forest. I wish to see it slain as much as you. And if I were to be the beast? You would have to have me regardless. You might as well let me lead to to my lair so you can reap the Spoils of your victory"

Amara lowered her sword "fine. But you'll lead the way and don't even think about trying anything"

"it's a mess, but you can sit anywhere you like" Beatrix understated the complete and utter disarray, half used bottles of liquid hung from the ceiling with twine, sacks of powders and herbs nailed to the wall. One thing that especially caught Amara's eye however was a fresh sack of flour, likely from the local farm.

"where did that come from?" Amara queuried while gesturing to the sack, while Beatrix worked on her brew.

"I have an arrangement with the farmer. I enchant his scarecrows and fences to keep away pests and vermin. In exchange I get a share of his crop. It's been mutually beneficial."

It did make some sense Farmer Jim's yield was much greater compared to the others in the area. It seemed like it was simply luck before but it seems the witch was willing to trade rather than simply steal and ravage as she was raised to believe "he always did lay tempers when you were spotted in the forest."

"he did? I had told him not to bother with such attempts, it was more likely he'd be hung rather than listened"

Amara took a breath ready to retort but held her tongue. There was recorded history of trials for those that consorted with the witch of the woods.

"once I've returned with the head of the beast I'll be speaking this around the edges of the town. It will protect it the same as the enchanted fences, atleast from most threats."

"wait- you're going alone that isn't what I agreed to. I'm coming with you and that's -"

"can you block a strike? Take a defensive position? Parry a blade?"

"no but-"

"then you will die. Whatever this creature is, it is far stronger than any human. And you lack any training. The moment it sees you, you'll be dinner."

Amara crossed her arms, she didn't want to admit it but Beatrix had a point. "Fine. I won't fight it but I'm not staying behind either. You'll need my help finding it"

Beatrix sighed, it was likely the best compromise she was getting out of this girl. She walked over to her makeshift library - a pile of assorted books and tomes - and pulled a single book from the bottom of the stack and handed it to Amara "read as much of this as you can while I prepare us. You catch that things eye you'll need to defend yourself long enough for me to react."

Amara brushed a small layer of dust off the cover. "Long sword..." She opened the cover and glanced at a name written on the inside "property of Lance... Your name is Lance?"

Beatrix paused while she prepared a potion, having forgotten it's previous owner left their name right inside the cover. "No.... That was the previous owner before it fell into my hands... It has been some time since I opened that book"

Amara flipped through a few pages, pictures of different foundational forms inscribed the pages with explanations of how to move both in and out of armor. "That being said... What is your name? Shouting 'Witch' feels... Insensitive"

Beatrix attached various pouches to her person before grabbing her staff and tapping it twice. "That'll suffice for now. You're better off not knowing it and risk someone's Ire."

Amara redied her feet before being passed a belt and frog to hold her blade, Beatrix handing Amara a bottle of some crimson liquid and warned "don't drink that by the way"

"I'm Amara of lightfeather, is my full title, but Amara will suffice."

Beatrix stopped her peace to demonstrate. "It's acting like a trail of sorts. The enchantment on my pendulum allows me to track where it has been previously, and points to somewhere it spent a lot of time, usually a den, home, or office of sorts. Here watch this"

Beatrix slowly turned left and right, the pendulum shifting how it swung in her hand to try and get her to turn in the right direction.

"How will we know when we've arrived?"

"once we've gotten close enough the pendulum will stop. We'll likely need to search for the den as only blood and cherished possessions can give an exact location. Even then, they go stale the longer they've been removed from the person you're searching for"

Beatrix resumed her pace leading the path. Were it not for the full moon she'd have needed to bring a torch or lantern. It was yet another boon of Selune on this night.

Amara did her best to commit the books knowledge to memory, she focused on foundational technique, primarily how to wield her sword and footing. She didn't have time to get fancy.

After some more walking and reading Beatrix stopped and looked around, they had arrived, she spoke in a hushed tone careful to not alert the creature were it nearby

In the moonlight Amara spotted a mass on the floor sitting out in the open, it was human. She rushed over, branches snapping and catching Beatrix's attention. But before she could warn Amara she called out

It was a trap deer. Beatrix had read about them in the past but this was her first encounter with one. Strange creatures that created large holes in the ground and attracted prey with bait. Such creatures rarely left their bunkers, opting to hide and wait for something to come close enough and to bite with paralyzing venom and dissolve their prey from the inside.

Amara shook in her boots as the pair clashed, the face of death having been only inches away from swallowing her whole and dragging her into her grave. She looked back at the fight, Beatrix clearly lacking in mobility and moments away from being cornered. She couldn't stand by and just watch any longer, she had seen where that leads, but no more.

Wall, Spike, Wall, Spike. Beatrix didn't have enough time to cast anything more complex. The creature moved faster than she could react and her stamina was starting to wear. In the corner of her eye she saw Amara running in to help, a moment's hesitation giving the creature a chance to bite. "Coat your blade!" She screamed, the creatures venom coursing though her veins, the paralysis making her legs go numb and give way.

The beast stopped short screeching and hissing ass it writhed, frozen chains holding it up exposing it's belly to be striked.

"The heart... Quickly..." Beatrix muttered, Amara glancing to see the veins on her body turned green by the venom, it was clear she was doing all she could to hold the creature back.

She returned to the beasts corpse, still warm. With her blade she cut the fang free from the head and was careful not to touch it with her bare hands, wrapping it with the tattered clothes of the bait.

She pulled Beatrix onto her back and raced back to her hovel, following their path that brought them to the beast.

The cauldron boiled as flames roasted it's iron skin, arcane fuel ensuring the brew inside did but burn too much or too little. It was the night of the full moon, and on a winter solstice no less, the perfect time for a concoction with great power.

Coming by ingredients was difficult. The town by which she settled was not kind to her, their experiences with witches of old being bloody and full of loss. Though, she did not blame them for their prejudice, her own past was filled with demons and devils she thought she could once control.

The towns folk did however, tolerate her presence in the forest, their problems with monsters and feral beasts all but gone. The folk chalked it up to Beatrix frightening them as much as they were themselves, but in reality it was the warding brews -the same as the kind she was crafting tonight- that drove the conflict deep into the forest.

Had they never heard the tales of travelers from outside the town? Did they ignore the soldiers that needed to travel with farmers from the field? Or worst yet, were they brave and in search of adventure.

Regardless of their reason Beatrix would corral them back to the herd and safety. Her presence alone sent most running back home.

Amara took the duty on the herself, by nature of her station she had to. She was heir after all and to let her people suffer? She wouldn't allow it further. Under the cover of darkness she escaped her room and stole a blade from the armory - she knew better then to take the soft silver stop the fireplace - and plate a size too large.

"you... You're the witch. This isn't any of your business leave me be and I'll do you the same" Amara had heard stories of the Witch in the woods since she was but a child. She knew she was dangerous, but she didn't falter, she was still a person and she could be reasoned with.

"A brave one aren't you? And what is this business of yours that brings you so deep into the forest it may swallow you whole?" She approached closer to the woman, getting sight of her blonde hair and noble features. This was a woman of status, and if not apparent on her face it showed in her stance.

"I'm here for the beast in these woods, it's gone too far. I've come to slay it" as the witch approached closer Amara could better view the features hid under the brim of her hat. Long dark hair and a beautiful face unlike the decrepit woman she had been led to believe lived in the woods. She even appeared close to her own age, with a few years her senior, though she knew better that the witch was older then she appeared.

"A beast?" Beatrix was surprised, had something braved her spell to seek havoc? Or did the creature not feel any kind of fear? Regardless whatever it was, the woman before her stood no chance, and she had a brew to get back to. "Whatever it is you seek, I can assure you it is more than you can handle. I will take care of it. Run home little bee before you get squashed"

"No." Amara refused to falter. "I swore to myself I would not return home until the beast is slain."

Beatrix sighed and with a quick swipe of her staff, Amara fell from underneath her own feet. "You lack the skill to take on whatever your quarry is. Break your oath and return home with your life."

Amara picked herself back up wiping the dirt from the blade of her sword with the ends of her tattered dress. "I cannot. I need to see this through, or else I'm not worthy of my name"

Beatrix felt a tug on her heart, she could not ignore a plea that was like hers so many many years ago. "Fine. I will assist you with the beast before the sun is up. But first I have other matters to attend to"

"I said I won't return ho-"

"and you won't. You'll come with me to mine, and after my matters are resolved, we will slay your beast"

Amara hesitated "how do I know you are not luring me into a trap?"

"whatever beast you seek evaded my gaze and was able to ignore the protections I have cast upon our side of the forest. I wish to see it slain as much as you. And if I were to be the beast? You would have to have me regardless. You might as well let me lead to to my lair so you can reap the Spoils of your victory"

Amara lowered her sword "fine. But you'll lead the way and don't even think about trying anything"

"it's a mess, but you can sit anywhere you like" Beatrix understated the complete and utter disarray, half used bottles of liquid hung from the ceiling with twine, sacks of powders and herbs nailed to the wall. One thing that especially caught Amara's eye however was a fresh sack of flour, likely from the local farm.

"where did that come from?" Amara queuried while gesturing to the sack, while Beatrix worked on her brew.

"I have an arrangement with the farmer. I enchant his scarecrows and fences to keep away pests and vermin. In exchange I get a share of his crop. It's been mutually beneficial."

It did make some sense Farmer Jim's yield was much greater compared to the others in the area. It seemed like it was simply luck before but it seems the witch was willing to trade rather than simply steal and ravage as she was raised to believe "he always did lay tempers when you were spotted in the forest."

"he did? I had told him not to bother with such attempts, it was more likely he'd be hung rather than listened"

Amara took a breath ready to retort but held her tongue. There was recorded history of trials for those that consorted with the witch of the woods.

"once I've returned with the head of the beast I'll be speaking this around the edges of the town. It will protect it the same as the enchanted fences, atleast from most threats."

"wait- you're going alone that isn't what I agreed to. I'm coming with you and that's -"

"can you block a strike? Take a defensive position? Parry a blade?"

"no but-"

"then you will die. Whatever this creature is, it is far stronger than any human. And you lack any training. The moment it sees you, you'll be dinner."

Amara crossed her arms, she didn't want to admit it but Beatrix had a point. "Fine. I won't fight it but I'm not staying behind either. You'll need my help finding it"

Beatrix sighed, it was likely the best compromise she was getting out of this girl. She walked over to her makeshift library - a pile of assorted books and tomes - and pulled a single book from the bottom of the stack and handed it to Amara "read as much of this as you can while I prepare us. You catch that things eye you'll need to defend yourself long enough for me to react."

Amara brushed a small layer of dust off the cover. "Long sword..." She opened the cover and glanced at a name written on the inside "property of Lance... Your name is Lance?"

Beatrix paused while she prepared a potion, having forgotten it's previous owner left their name right inside the cover. "No.... That was the previous owner before it fell into my hands... It has been some time since I opened that book"

Amara flipped through a few pages, pictures of different foundational forms inscribed the pages with explanations of how to move both in and out of armor. "That being said... What is your name? Shouting 'Witch' feels... Insensitive"

Beatrix attached various pouches to her person before grabbing her staff and tapping it twice. "That'll suffice for now. You're better off not knowing it and risk someone's Ire."

Amara redied her feet before being passed a belt and frog to hold her blade, Beatrix handing Amara a bottle of some crimson liquid and warned "don't drink that by the way"

"I'm Amara of lightfeather, is my full title, but Amara will suffice."

Beatrix stopped her peace to demonstrate. "It's acting like a trail of sorts. The enchantment on my pendulum allows me to track where it has been previously, and points to somewhere it spent a lot of time, usually a den, home, or office of sorts. Here watch this"

Beatrix slowly turned left and right, the pendulum shifting how it swung in her hand to try and get her to turn in the right direction.

"How will we know when we've arrived?"

"once we've gotten close enough the pendulum will stop. We'll likely need to search for the den as only blood and cherished possessions can give an exact location. Even then, they go stale the longer they've been removed from the person you're searching for"

Beatrix resumed her pace leading the path. Were it not for the full moon she'd have needed to bring a torch or lantern. It was yet another boon of Selune on this night.

Amara did her best to commit the books knowledge to memory, she focused on foundational technique, primarily how to wield her sword and footing. She didn't have time to get fancy.

After some more walking and reading Beatrix stopped and looked around, they had arrived, she spoke in a hushed tone careful to not alert the creature were it nearby

In the moonlight Amara spotted a mass on the floor sitting out in the open, it was human. She rushed over, branches snapping and catching Beatrix's attention. But before she could warn Amara she called out

It was a trap deer. Beatrix had read about them in the past but this was her first encounter with one. Strange creatures that created large holes in the ground and attracted prey with bait. Such creatures rarely left their bunkers, opting to hide and wait for something to come close enough and to bite with paralyzing venom and dissolve their prey from the inside.

Amara shook in her boots as the pair clashed, the face of death having been only inches away from swallowing her whole and dragging her into her grave. She looked back at the fight, Beatrix clearly lacking in mobility and moments away from being cornered. She couldn't stand by and just watch any longer, she had seen where that leads, but no more.

Wall, Spike, Wall, Spike. Beatrix didn't have enough time to cast anything more complex. The creature moved faster than she could react and her stamina was starting to wear. In the corner of her eye she saw Amara running in to help, a moment's hesitation giving the creature a chance to bite. "Coat your blade!" She screamed, the creatures venom coursing though her veins, the paralysis making her legs go numb and give way.

The beast stopped short screeching and hissing ass it writhed, frozen chains holding it up exposing it's belly to be striked.

"The heart... Quickly..." Beatrix muttered, Amara glancing to see the veins on her body turned green by the venom, it was clear she was doing all she could to hold the creature back.

The cauldron boiled as flames roasted it's iron skin, arcane fuel ensuring the brew inside did but burn too much or too little. It was the night of the full moon, and on a winter solstice no less, the perfect time for a concoction with great power.

Coming by ingredients was difficult. The town by which she settled was not kind to her, their experiences with witches of old being bloody and full of loss. Though, she did not blame them for their prejudice, her own past was filled with demons and devils she thought she could once control.

The towns folk did however, tolerate her presence in the forest, their problems with monsters and feral beasts all but gone. The folk chalked it up to Beatrix frightening them as much as they were themselves, but in reality it was the warding brews -the same as the kind she was crafting tonight- that drove the conflict deep into the forest.

Had they never heard the tales of travelers from outside the town? Did they ignore the soldiers that needed to travel with farmers from the field? Or worst yet, were they brave and in search of adventure.

Regardless of their reason Beatrix would corral them back to the herd and safety. Her presence alone sent most running back home.

Amara took the duty on the herself, by nature of her station she had to. She was heir after all and to let her people suffer? She wouldn't allow it further. Under the cover of darkness she escaped her room and stole a blade from the armory - she knew better then to take the soft silver stop the fireplace - and plate a size too large.

"you... You're the witch. This isn't any of your business leave me be and I'll do you the same" Amara had heard stories of the Witch in the woods since she was but a child. She knew she was dangerous, but she didn't falter, she was still a person and she could be reasoned with.

"A brave one aren't you? And what is this business of yours that brings you so deep into the forest it may swallow you whole?" She approached closer to the woman, getting sight of her blonde hair and noble features. This was a woman of status, and if not apparent on her face it showed in her stance.

"I'm here for the beast in these woods, it's gone too far. I've come to slay it" as the witch approached closer Amara could better view the features hid under the brim of her hat. Long dark hair and a beautiful face unlike the decrepit woman she had been led to believe lived in the woods. She even appeared close to her own age, with a few years her senior, though she knew better that the witch was older then she appeared.

"A beast?" Beatrix was surprised, had something braved her spell to seek havoc? Or did the creature not feel any kind of fear? Regardless whatever it was, the woman before her stood no chance, and she had a brew to get back to. "Whatever it is you seek, I can assure you it is more than you can handle. I will take care of it. Run home little bee before you get squashed"

"No." Amara refused to falter. "I swore to myself I would not return home until the beast is slain."

Beatrix sighed and with a quick swipe of her staff, Amara fell from underneath her own feet. "You lack the skill to take on whatever your quarry is. Break your oath and return home with your life."

Amara picked herself back up wiping the dirt from the blade of her sword with the ends of her tattered dress. "I cannot. I need to see this through, or else I'm not worthy of my name"

Beatrix felt a tug on her heart, she could not ignore a plea that was like hers so many many years ago. "Fine. I will assist you with the beast before the sun is up. But first I have other matters to attend to"

"I said I won't return ho-"

"and you won't. You'll come with me to mine, and after my matters are resolved, we will slay your beast"

Amara hesitated "how do I know you are not luring me into a trap?"

"whatever beast you seek evaded my gaze and was able to ignore the protections I have cast upon our side of the forest. I wish to see it slain as much as you. And if I were to be the beast? You would have to have me regardless. You might as well let me lead to to my lair so you can reap the Spoils of your victory"

Amara lowered her sword "fine. But you'll lead the way and don't even think about trying anything"

"it's a mess, but you can sit anywhere you like" Beatrix understated the complete and utter disarray, half used bottles of liquid hung from the ceiling with twine, sacks of powders and herbs nailed to the wall. One thing that especially caught Amara's eye however was a fresh sack of flour, likely from the local farm.

"where did that come from?" Amara queuried while gesturing to the sack, while Beatrix worked on her brew.

"I have an arrangement with the farmer. I enchant his scarecrows and fences to keep away pests and vermin. In exchange I get a share of his crop. It's been mutually beneficial."

It did make some sense Farmer Jim's yield was much greater compared to the others in the area. It seemed like it was simply luck before but it seems the witch was willing to trade rather than simply steal and ravage as she was raised to believe "he always did lay tempers when you were spotted in the forest."

"he did? I had told him not to bother with such attempts, it was more likely he'd be hung rather than listened"

Amara took a breath ready to retort but held her tongue. There was recorded history of trials for those that consorted with the witch of the woods.

"once I've returned with the head of the beast I'll be speaking this around the edges of the town. It will protect it the same as the enchanted fences, atleast from most threats."

"wait- you're going alone that isn't what I agreed to. I'm coming with you and that's -"

"can you block a strike? Take a defensive position? Parry a blade?"

"no but-"

"then you will die. Whatever this creature is, it is far stronger than any human. And you lack any training. The moment it sees you, you'll be dinner."

Amara crossed her arms, she didn't want to admit it but Beatrix had a point. "Fine. I won't fight it but I'm not staying behind either. You'll need my help finding it"

Beatrix sighed, it was likely the best compromise she was getting out of this girl. She walked over to her makeshift library - a pile of assorted books and tomes - and pulled a single book from the bottom of the stack and handed it to Amara "read as much of this as you can while I prepare us. You catch that things eye you'll need to defend yourself long enough for me to react."

Amara brushed a small layer of dust off the cover. "Long sword..." She opened the cover and glanced at a name written on the inside "property of Lance... Your name is Lance?"

Beatrix paused while she prepared a potion, having forgotten it's previous owner left their name right inside the cover. "No.... That was the previous owner before it fell into my hands... It has been some time since I opened that book"

Amara flipped through a few pages, pictures of different foundational forms inscribed the pages with explanations of how to move both in and out of armor. "That being said... What is your name? Shouting 'Witch' feels... Insensitive"

Beatrix attached various pouches to her person before grabbing her staff and tapping it twice. "That'll suffice for now. You're better off not knowing it and risk someone's Ire."

Amara redied her feet before being passed a belt and frog to hold her blade, Beatrix handing Amara a bottle of some crimson liquid and warned "don't drink that by the way"

"I'm Amara of lightfeather, is my full title, but Amara will suffice."

Beatrix stopped her peace to demonstrate. "It's acting like a trail of sorts. The enchantment on my pendulum allows me to track where it has been previously, and points to somewhere it spent a lot of time, usually a den, home, or office of sorts. Here watch this"

Beatrix slowly turned left and right, the pendulum shifting how it swung in her hand to try and get her to turn in the right direction.

"How will we know when we've arrived?"

"once we've gotten close enough the pendulum will stop. We'll likely need to search for the den as only blood and cherished possessions can give an exact location. Even then, they go stale the longer they've been removed from the person you're searching for"

Beatrix resumed her pace leading the path. Were it not for the full moon she'd have needed to bring a torch or lantern. It was yet another boon of Selune on this night.

Amara did her best to commit the books knowledge to memory, she focused on foundational technique, primarily how to wield her sword and footing. She didn't have time to get fancy.

After some more walking and reading Beatrix stopped and looked around, they had arrived, she spoke in a hushed tone careful to not alert the creature were it nearby

In the moonlight Amara spotted a mass on the floor sitting out in the open, it was human. She rushed over, branches snapping and catching Beatrix's attention. But before she could warn Amara she called out

It was a trap deer. Beatrix had read about them in the past but this was her first encounter with one. Strange creatures that created large holes in the ground and attracted prey with bait. Such creatures rarely left their bunkers, opting to hide and wait for something to come close enough and to bite with paralyzing venom and dissolve their prey from the inside.

Amara shook in her boots as the pair clashed, the face of death having been only inches away from swallowing her whole and dragging her into her grave. She looked back at the fight, Beatrix clearly lacking in mobility and moments away from being cornered. She couldn't stand by and just watch any longer, she had seen where that leads, but no more.

Wall, Spike, Wall, Spike. Beatrix didn't have enough time to cast anything more complex. The creature moved faster than she could react and her stamina was starting to wear. In the corner of her eye she saw Amara running in to help, a moment's hesitation giving the creature a chance to bite. "Coat your blade!" She screamed, the creatures venom coursing though her veins, the paralysis making her legs go numb and give way.

The cauldron boiled as flames roasted it's iron skin, arcane fuel ensuring the brew inside did but burn too much or too little. It was the night of the full moon, and on a winter solstice no less, the perfect time for a concoction with great power.

Coming by ingredients was difficult. The town by which she settled was not kind to her, their experiences with witches of old being bloody and full of loss. Though, she did not blame them for their prejudice, her own past was filled with demons and devils she thought she could once control.

The towns folk did however, tolerate her presence in the forest, their problems with monsters and feral beasts all but gone. The folk chalked it up to Beatrix frightening them as much as they were themselves, but in reality it was the warding brews -the same as the kind she was crafting tonight- that drove the conflict deep into the forest.

Had they never heard the tales of travelers from outside the town? Did they ignore the soldiers that needed to travel with farmers from the field? Or worst yet, were they brave and in search of adventure.

Regardless of their reason Beatrix would corral them back to the herd and safety. Her presence alone sent most running back home.

Amara took the duty on the herself, by nature of her station she had to. She was heir after all and to let her people suffer? She wouldn't allow it further. Under the cover of darkness she escaped her room and stole a blade from the armory - she knew better then to take the soft silver stop the fireplace - and plate a size too large.

"you... You're the witch. This isn't any of your business leave me be and I'll do you the same" Amara had heard stories of the Witch in the woods since she was but a child. She knew she was dangerous, but she didn't falter, she was still a person and she could be reasoned with.

"A brave one aren't you? And what is this business of yours that brings you so deep into the forest it may swallow you whole?" She approached closer to the woman, getting sight of her blonde hair and noble features. This was a woman of status, and if not apparent on her face it showed in her stance.

"I'm here for the beast in these woods, it's gone too far. I've come to slay it" as the witch approached closer Amara could better view the features hid under the brim of her hat. Long dark hair and a beautiful face unlike the decrepit woman she had been led to believe lived in the woods. She even appeared close to her own age, with a few years her senior, though she knew better that the witch was older then she appeared.

"A beast?" Beatrix was surprised, had something braved her spell to seek havoc? Or did the creature not feel any kind of fear? Regardless whatever it was, the woman before her stood no chance, and she had a brew to get back to. "Whatever it is you seek, I can assure you it is more than you can handle. I will take care of it. Run home little bee before you get squashed"

"No." Amara refused to falter. "I swore to myself I would not return home until the beast is slain."

Beatrix sighed and with a quick swipe of her staff, Amara fell from underneath her own feet. "You lack the skill to take on whatever your quarry is. Break your oath and return home with your life."

Amara picked herself back up wiping the dirt from the blade of her sword with the ends of her tattered dress. "I cannot. I need to see this through, or else I'm not worthy of my name"

Beatrix felt a tug on her heart, she could not ignore a plea that was like hers so many many years ago. "Fine. I will assist you with the beast before the sun is up. But first I have other matters to attend to"

"I said I won't return ho-"

"and you won't. You'll come with me to mine, and after my matters are resolved, we will slay your beast"

Amara hesitated "how do I know you are not luring me into a trap?"

"whatever beast you seek evaded my gaze and was able to ignore the protections I have cast upon our side of the forest. I wish to see it slain as much as you. And if I were to be the beast? You would have to have me regardless. You might as well let me lead to to my lair so you can reap the Spoils of your victory"

Amara lowered her sword "fine. But you'll lead the way and don't even think about trying anything"

"it's a mess, but you can sit anywhere you like" Beatrix understated the complete and utter disarray, half used bottles of liquid hung from the ceiling with twine, sacks of powders and herbs nailed to the wall. One thing that especially caught Amara's eye however was a fresh sack of flour, likely from the local farm.

"where did that come from?" Amara queuried while gesturing to the sack, while Beatrix worked on her brew.

"I have an arrangement with the farmer. I enchant his scarecrows and fences to keep away pests and vermin. In exchange I get a share of his crop. It's been mutually beneficial."

It did make some sense Farmer Jim's yield was much greater compared to the others in the area. It seemed like it was simply luck before but it seems the witch was willing to trade rather than simply steal and ravage as she was raised to believe "he always did lay tempers when you were spotted in the forest."

"he did? I had told him not to bother with such attempts, it was more likely he'd be hung rather than listened"

Amara took a breath ready to retort but held her tongue. There was recorded history of trials for those that consorted with the witch of the woods.

"once I've returned with the head of the beast I'll be speaking this around the edges of the town. It will protect it the same as the enchanted fences, atleast from most threats."

"wait- you're going alone that isn't what I agreed to. I'm coming with you and that's -"

"can you block a strike? Take a defensive position? Parry a blade?"

"no but-"

"then you will die. Whatever this creature is, it is far stronger than any human. And you lack any training. The moment it sees you, you'll be dinner."

Amara crossed her arms, she didn't want to admit it but Beatrix had a point. "Fine. I won't fight it but I'm not staying behind either. You'll need my help finding it"

Beatrix sighed, it was likely the best compromise she was getting out of this girl. She walked over to her makeshift library - a pile of assorted books and tomes - and pulled a single book from the bottom of the stack and handed it to Amara "read as much of this as you can while I prepare us. You catch that things eye you'll need to defend yourself long enough for me to react."

Amara brushed a small layer of dust off the cover. "Long sword..." She opened the cover and glanced at a name written on the inside "property of Lance... Your name is Lance?"

Beatrix paused while she prepared a potion, having forgotten it's previous owner left their name right inside the cover. "No.... That was the previous owner before it fell into my hands... It has been some time since I opened that book"

Amara flipped through a few pages, pictures of different foundational forms inscribed the pages with explanations of how to move both in and out of armor. "That being said... What is your name? Shouting 'Witch' feels... Insensitive"

Beatrix attached various pouches to her person before grabbing her staff and tapping it twice. "That'll suffice for now. You're better off not knowing it and risk someone's Ire."

Amara redied her feet before being passed a belt and frog to hold her blade, Beatrix handing Amara a bottle of some crimson liquid and warned "don't drink that by the way"

"I'm Amara of lightfeather, is my full title, but Amara will suffice."

Beatrix stopped her peace to demonstrate. "It's acting like a trail of sorts. The enchantment on my pendulum allows me to track where it has been previously, and points to somewhere it spent a lot of time, usually a den, home, or office of sorts. Here watch this"

Beatrix slowly turned left and right, the pendulum shifting how it swung in her hand to try and get her to turn in the right direction.

"How will we know when we've arrived?"

"once we've gotten close enough the pendulum will stop. We'll likely need to search for the den as only blood and cherished possessions can give an exact location. Even then, they go stale the longer they've been removed from the person you're searching for"

Beatrix resumed her pace leading the path. Were it not for the full moon she'd have needed to bring a torch or lantern. It was yet another boon of Selune on this night.

Amara did her best to commit the books knowledge to memory, she focused on foundational technique, primarily how to wield her sword and footing. She didn't have time to get fancy.

After some more walking and reading Beatrix stopped and looked around, they had arrived, she spoke in a hushed tone careful to not alert the creature were it nearby

In the moonlight Amara spotted a mass on the floor sitting out in the open, it was human. She rushed over, branches snapping and catching Beatrix's attention. But before she could warn Amara she called out

It was a trap deer. Beatrix had read about them in the past but this was her first encounter with one. Strange creatures that created large holes in the ground and attracted prey with bait. Such creatures rarely left their bunkers, opting to hide and wait for something to come close enough and to bite with paralyzing venom and dissolve their prey from the inside.

The cauldron boiled as flames roasted it's iron skin, arcane fuel ensuring the brew inside did but burn too much or too little. It was the night of the full moon, and on a winter solstice no less, the perfect time for a concoction with great power.

Coming by ingredients was difficult. The town by which she settled was not kind to her, their experiences with witches of old being bloody and full of loss. Though, she did not blame them for their prejudice, her own past was filled with demons and devils she thought she could once control.

The towns folk did however, tolerate her presence in the forest, their problems with monsters and feral beasts all but gone. The folk chalked it up to Beatrix frightening them as much as they were themselves, but in reality it was the warding brews -the same as the kind she was crafting tonight- that drove the conflict deep into the forest.

Had they never heard the tales of travelers from outside the town? Did they ignore the soldiers that needed to travel with farmers from the field? Or worst yet, were they brave and in search of adventure.

Regardless of their reason Beatrix would corral them back to the herd and safety. Her presence alone sent most running back home.

Amara took the duty on the herself, by nature of her station she had to. She was heir after all and to let her people suffer? She wouldn't allow it further. Under the cover of darkness she escaped her room and stole a blade from the armory - she knew better then to take the soft silver stop the fireplace - and plate a size too large.

"you... You're the witch. This isn't any of your business leave me be and I'll do you the same" Amara had heard stories of the Witch in the woods since she was but a child. She knew she was dangerous, but she didn't falter, she was still a person and she could be reasoned with.

"A brave one aren't you? And what is this business of yours that brings you so deep into the forest it may swallow you whole?" She approached closer to the woman, getting sight of her blonde hair and noble features. This was a woman of status, and if not apparent on her face it showed in her stance.

"I'm here for the beast in these woods, it's gone too far. I've come to slay it" as the witch approached closer Amara could better view the features hid under the brim of her hat. Long dark hair and a beautiful face unlike the decrepit woman she had been led to believe lived in the woods. She even appeared close to her own age, with a few years her senior, though she knew better that the witch was older then she appeared.

"A beast?" Beatrix was surprised, had something braved her spell to seek havoc? Or did the creature not feel any kind of fear? Regardless whatever it was, the woman before her stood no chance, and she had a brew to get back to. "Whatever it is you seek, I can assure you it is more than you can handle. I will take care of it. Run home little bee before you get squashed"

"No." Amara refused to falter. "I swore to myself I would not return home until the beast is slain."

Beatrix sighed and with a quick swipe of her staff, Amara fell from underneath her own feet. "You lack the skill to take on whatever your quarry is. Break your oath and return home with your life."

Amara picked herself back up wiping the dirt from the blade of her sword with the ends of her tattered dress. "I cannot. I need to see this through, or else I'm not worthy of my name"

Beatrix felt a tug on her heart, she could not ignore a plea that was like hers so many many years ago. "Fine. I will assist you with the beast before the sun is up. But first I have other matters to attend to"

"I said I won't return ho-"

"and you won't. You'll come with me to mine, and after my matters are resolved, we will slay your beast"

Amara hesitated "how do I know you are not luring me into a trap?"

"whatever beast you seek evaded my gaze and was able to ignore the protections I have cast upon our side of the forest. I wish to see it slain as much as you. And if I were to be the beast? You would have to have me regardless. You might as well let me lead to to my lair so you can reap the Spoils of your victory"

Amara lowered her sword "fine. But you'll lead the way and don't even think about trying anything"

"it's a mess, but you can sit anywhere you like" Beatrix understated the complete and utter disarray, half used bottles of liquid hung from the ceiling with twine, sacks of powders and herbs nailed to the wall. One thing that especially caught Amara's eye however was a fresh sack of flour, likely from the local farm.

"where did that come from?" Amara queuried while gesturing to the sack, while Beatrix worked on her brew.

"I have an arrangement with the farmer. I enchant his scarecrows and fences to keep away pests and vermin. In exchange I get a share of his crop. It's been mutually beneficial."

It did make some sense Farmer Jim's yield was much greater compared to the others in the area. It seemed like it was simply luck before but it seems the witch was willing to trade rather than simply steal and ravage as she was raised to believe "he always did lay tempers when you were spotted in the forest."

"he did? I had told him not to bother with such attempts, it was more likely he'd be hung rather than listened"

Amara took a breath ready to retort but held her tongue. There was recorded history of trials for those that consorted with the witch of the woods.

"once I've returned with the head of the beast I'll be speaking this around the edges of the town. It will protect it the same as the enchanted fences, atleast from most threats."

"wait- you're going alone that isn't what I agreed to. I'm coming with you and that's -"

"can you block a strike? Take a defensive position? Parry a blade?"

"no but-"

"then you will die. Whatever this creature is, it is far stronger than any human. And you lack any training. The moment it sees you, you'll be dinner."

Amara crossed her arms, she didn't want to admit it but Beatrix had a point. "Fine. I won't fight it but I'm not staying behind either. You'll need my help finding it"

Beatrix sighed, it was likely the best compromise she was getting out of this girl. She walked over to her makeshift library - a pile of assorted books and tomes - and pulled a single book from the bottom of the stack and handed it to Amara "read as much of this as you can while I prepare us. You catch that things eye you'll need to defend yourself long enough for me to react."

Amara brushed a small layer of dust off the cover. "Long sword..." She opened the cover and glanced at a name written on the inside "property of Lance... Your name is Lance?"

Beatrix paused while she prepared a potion, having forgotten it's previous owner left their name right inside the cover. "No.... That was the previous owner before it fell into my hands... It has been some time since I opened that book"

Amara flipped through a few pages, pictures of different foundational forms inscribed the pages with explanations of how to move both in and out of armor. "That being said... What is your name? Shouting 'Witch' feels... Insensitive"

Beatrix attached various pouches to her person before grabbing her staff and tapping it twice. "That'll suffice for now. You're better off not knowing it and risk someone's Ire."

Amara redied her feet before being passed a belt and frog to hold her blade, Beatrix handing Amara a bottle of some crimson liquid and warned "don't drink that by the way"

"I'm Amara of lightfeather, is my full title, but Amara will suffice."

Beatrix stopped her peace to demonstrate. "It's acting like a trail of sorts. The enchantment on my pendulum allows me to track where it has been previously, and points to somewhere it spent a lot of time, usually a den, home, or office of sorts. Here watch this"

Beatrix slowly turned left and right, the pendulum shifting how it swung in her hand to try and get her to turn in the right direction.

"How will we know when we've arrived?"

"once we've gotten close enough the pendulum will stop. We'll likely need to search for the den as only blood and cherished possessions can give an exact location. Even then, they go stale the longer they've been removed from the person you're searching for"

Beatrix resumed her pace leading the path. Were it not for the full moon she'd have needed to bring a torch or lantern. It was yet another boon of Selune on this night.

Amara did her best to commit the books knowledge to memory, she focused on foundational technique, primarily how to wield her sword and footing. She didn't have time to get fancy.

After some more walking and reading Beatrix stopped and looked around, they had arrived, she spoke in a hushed tone careful to not alert the creature were it nearby

In the moonlight Amara spotted a mass on the floor sitting out in the open, it was human. She rushed over, branches snapping and catching Beatrix's attention. But before she could warn Amara she called out

The cauldron boiled as flames roasted it's iron skin, arcane fuel ensuring the brew inside did but burn too much or too little. It was the night of the full moon, and on a winter solstice no less, the perfect time for a concoction with great power.

Coming by ingredients was difficult. The town by which she settled was not kind to her, their experiences with witches of old being bloody and full of loss. Though, she did not blame them for their prejudice, her own past was filled with demons and devils she thought she could once control.

The towns folk did however, tolerate her presence in the forest, their problems with monsters and feral beasts all but gone. The folk chalked it up to Beatrix frightening them as much as they were themselves, but in reality it was the warding brews -the same as the kind she was crafting tonight- that drove the conflict deep into the forest.

Had they never heard the tales of travelers from outside the town? Did they ignore the soldiers that needed to travel with farmers from the field? Or worst yet, were they brave and in search of adventure.

Regardless of their reason Beatrix would corral them back to the herd and safety. Her presence alone sent most running back home.

Amara took the duty on the herself, by nature of her station she had to. She was heir after all and to let her people suffer? She wouldn't allow it further. Under the cover of darkness she escaped her room and stole a blade from the armory - she knew better then to take the soft silver stop the fireplace - and plate a size too large.

"you... You're the witch. This isn't any of your business leave me be and I'll do you the same" Amara had heard stories of the Witch in the woods since she was but a child. She knew she was dangerous, but she didn't falter, she was still a person and she could be reasoned with.

"A brave one aren't you? And what is this business of yours that brings you so deep into the forest it may swallow you whole?" She approached closer to the woman, getting sight of her blonde hair and noble features. This was a woman of status, and if not apparent on her face it showed in her stance.

"I'm here for the beast in these woods, it's gone too far. I've come to slay it" as the witch approached closer Amara could better view the features hid under the brim of her hat. Long dark hair and a beautiful face unlike the decrepit woman she had been led to believe lived in the woods. She even appeared close to her own age, with a few years her senior, though she knew better that the witch was older then she appeared.

"A beast?" Beatrix was surprised, had something braved her spell to seek havoc? Or did the creature not feel any kind of fear? Regardless whatever it was, the woman before her stood no chance, and she had a brew to get back to. "Whatever it is you seek, I can assure you it is more than you can handle. I will take care of it. Run home little bee before you get squashed"

"No." Amara refused to falter. "I swore to myself I would not return home until the beast is slain."

Beatrix sighed and with a quick swipe of her staff, Amara fell from underneath her own feet. "You lack the skill to take on whatever your quarry is. Break your oath and return home with your life."

Amara picked herself back up wiping the dirt from the blade of her sword with the ends of her tattered dress. "I cannot. I need to see this through, or else I'm not worthy of my name"

Beatrix felt a tug on her heart, she could not ignore a plea that was like hers so many many years ago. "Fine. I will assist you with the beast before the sun is up. But first I have other matters to attend to"

"I said I won't return ho-"

"and you won't. You'll come with me to mine, and after my matters are resolved, we will slay your beast"

Amara hesitated "how do I know you are not luring me into a trap?"

"whatever beast you seek evaded my gaze and was able to ignore the protections I have cast upon our side of the forest. I wish to see it slain as much as you. And if I were to be the beast? You would have to have me regardless. You might as well let me lead to to my lair so you can reap the Spoils of your victory"

Amara lowered her sword "fine. But you'll lead the way and don't even think about trying anything"

"it's a mess, but you can sit anywhere you like" Beatrix understated the complete and utter disarray, half used bottles of liquid hung from the ceiling with twine, sacks of powders and herbs nailed to the wall. One thing that especially caught Amara's eye however was a fresh sack of flour, likely from the local farm.

"where did that come from?" Amara queuried while gesturing to the sack, while Beatrix worked on her brew.

"I have an arrangement with the farmer. I enchant his scarecrows and fences to keep away pests and vermin. In exchange I get a share of his crop. It's been mutually beneficial."

It did make some sense Farmer Jim's yield was much greater compared to the others in the area. It seemed like it was simply luck before but it seems the witch was willing to trade rather than simply steal and ravage as she was raised to believe "he always did lay tempers when you were spotted in the forest."

"he did? I had told him not to bother with such attempts, it was more likely he'd be hung rather than listened"

Amara took a breath ready to retort but held her tongue. There was recorded history of trials for those that consorted with the witch of the woods.

"once I've returned with the head of the beast I'll be speaking this around the edges of the town. It will protect it the same as the enchanted fences, atleast from most threats."

"wait- you're going alone that isn't what I agreed to. I'm coming with you and that's -"

"can you block a strike? Take a defensive position? Parry a blade?"

"no but-"

"then you will die. Whatever this creature is, it is far stronger than any human. And you lack any training. The moment it sees you, you'll be dinner."

Amara crossed her arms, she didn't want to admit it but Beatrix had a point. "Fine. I won't fight it but I'm not staying behind either. You'll need my help finding it"

Beatrix sighed, it was likely the best compromise she was getting out of this girl. She walked over to her makeshift library - a pile of assorted books and tomes - and pulled a single book from the bottom of the stack and handed it to Amara "read as much of this as you can while I prepare us. You catch that things eye you'll need to defend yourself long enough for me to react."

Amara brushed a small layer of dust off the cover. "Long sword..." She opened the cover and glanced at a name written on the inside "property of Lance... Your name is Lance?"

Beatrix paused while she prepared a potion, having forgotten it's previous owner left their name right inside the cover. "No.... That was the previous owner before it fell into my hands... It has been some time since I opened that book"

Amara flipped through a few pages, pictures of different foundational forms inscribed the pages with explanations of how to move both in and out of armor. "That being said... What is your name? Shouting 'Witch' feels... Insensitive"

Beatrix attached various pouches to her person before grabbing her staff and tapping it twice. "That'll suffice for now. You're better off not knowing it and risk someone's Ire."

Amara redied her feet before being passed a belt and frog to hold her blade, Beatrix handing Amara a bottle of some crimson liquid and warned "don't drink that by the way"

"I'm Amara of lightfeather, is my full title, but Amara will suffice."

Beatrix stopped her peace to demonstrate. "It's acting like a trail of sorts. The enchantment on my pendulum allows me to track where it has been previously, and points to somewhere it spent a lot of time, usually a den, home, or office of sorts. Here watch this"

Beatrix slowly turned left and right, the pendulum shifting how it swung in her hand to try and get her to turn in the right direction.

"How will we know when we've arrived?"

"once we've gotten close enough the pendulum will stop. We'll likely need to search for the den as only blood and cherished possessions can give an exact location. Even then, they go stale the longer they've been removed from the person you're searching for"

Beatrix resumed her pace leading the path. Were it not for the full moon she'd have needed to bring a torch or lantern. It was yet another boon of Selune on this night.

Amara did her best to commit the books knowledge to memory, she focused on foundational technique, primarily how to wield her sword and footing. She didn't have time to get fancy.

After some more walking and reading Beatrix stopped and looked around, they had arrived, she spoke in a hushed tone careful to not alert the creature were it nearby

The cauldron boiled as flames roasted it's iron skin, arcane fuel ensuring the brew inside did but burn too much or too little. It was the night of the full moon, and on a winter solstice no less, the perfect time for a concoction with great power.

Coming by ingredients was difficult. The town by which she settled was not kind to her, their experiences with witches of old being bloody and full of loss. Though, she did not blame them for their prejudice, her own past was filled with demons and devils she thought she could once control.

The towns folk did however, tolerate her presence in the forest, their problems with monsters and feral beasts all but gone. The folk chalked it up to Beatrix frightening them as much as they were themselves, but in reality it was the warding brews -the same as the kind she was crafting tonight- that drove the conflict deep into the forest.

Had they never heard the tales of travelers from outside the town? Did they ignore the soldiers that needed to travel with farmers from the field? Or worst yet, were they brave and in search of adventure.

Regardless of their reason Beatrix would corral them back to the herd and safety. Her presence alone sent most running back home.

Amara took the duty on the herself, by nature of her station she had to. She was heir after all and to let her people suffer? She wouldn't allow it further. Under the cover of darkness she escaped her room and stole a blade from the armory - she knew better then to take the soft silver stop the fireplace - and plate a size too large.

"you... You're the witch. This isn't any of your business leave me be and I'll do you the same" Amara had heard stories of the Witch in the woods since she was but a child. She knew she was dangerous, but she didn't falter, she was still a person and she could be reasoned with.

"A brave one aren't you? And what is this business of yours that brings you so deep into the forest it may swallow you whole?" She approached closer to the woman, getting sight of her blonde hair and noble features. This was a woman of status, and if not apparent on her face it showed in her stance.

"I'm here for the beast in these woods, it's gone too far. I've come to slay it" as the witch approached closer Amara could better view the features hid under the brim of her hat. Long dark hair and a beautiful face unlike the decrepit woman she had been led to believe lived in the woods. She even appeared close to her own age, with a few years her senior, though she knew better that the witch was older then she appeared.

"A beast?" Beatrix was surprised, had something braved her spell to seek havoc? Or did the creature not feel any kind of fear? Regardless whatever it was, the woman before her stood no chance, and she had a brew to get back to. "Whatever it is you seek, I can assure you it is more than you can handle. I will take care of it. Run home little bee before you get squashed"

"No." Amara refused to falter. "I swore to myself I would not return home until the beast is slain."

Beatrix sighed and with a quick swipe of her staff, Amara fell from underneath her own feet. "You lack the skill to take on whatever your quarry is. Break your oath and return home with your life."

Amara picked herself back up wiping the dirt from the blade of her sword with the ends of her tattered dress. "I cannot. I need to see this through, or else I'm not worthy of my name"

Beatrix felt a tug on her heart, she could not ignore a plea that was like hers so many many years ago. "Fine. I will assist you with the beast before the sun is up. But first I have other matters to attend to"

"I said I won't return ho-"

"and you won't. You'll come with me to mine, and after my matters are resolved, we will slay your beast"

Amara hesitated "how do I know you are not luring me into a trap?"

"whatever beast you seek evaded my gaze and was able to ignore the protections I have cast upon our side of the forest. I wish to see it slain as much as you. And if I were to be the beast? You would have to have me regardless. You might as well let me lead to to my lair so you can reap the Spoils of your victory"

Amara lowered her sword "fine. But you'll lead the way and don't even think about trying anything"

"it's a mess, but you can sit anywhere you like" Beatrix understated the complete and utter disarray, half used bottles of liquid hung from the ceiling with twine, sacks of powders and herbs nailed to the wall. One thing that especially caught Amara's eye however was a fresh sack of flour, likely from the local farm.

"where did that come from?" Amara queuried while gesturing to the sack, while Beatrix worked on her brew.

"I have an arrangement with the farmer. I enchant his scarecrows and fences to keep away pests and vermin. In exchange I get a share of his crop. It's been mutually beneficial."

It did make some sense Farmer Jim's yield was much greater compared to the others in the area. It seemed like it was simply luck before but it seems the witch was willing to trade rather than simply steal and ravage as she was raised to believe "he always did lay tempers when you were spotted in the forest."

"he did? I had told him not to bother with such attempts, it was more likely he'd be hung rather than listened"

Amara took a breath ready to retort but held her tongue. There was recorded history of trials for those that consorted with the witch of the woods.

"once I've returned with the head of the beast I'll be speaking this around the edges of the town. It will protect it the same as the enchanted fences, atleast from most threats."

"wait- you're going alone that isn't what I agreed to. I'm coming with you and that's -"

"can you block a strike? Take a defensive position? Parry a blade?"

"no but-"

"then you will die. Whatever this creature is, it is far stronger than any human. And you lack any training. The moment it sees you, you'll be dinner."

Amara crossed her arms, she didn't want to admit it but Beatrix had a point. "Fine. I won't fight it but I'm not staying behind either. You'll need my help finding it"

Beatrix sighed, it was likely the best compromise she was getting out of this girl. She walked over to her makeshift library - a pile of assorted books and tomes - and pulled a single book from the bottom of the stack and handed it to Amara "read as much of this as you can while I prepare us. You catch that things eye you'll need to defend yourself long enough for me to react."

Amara brushed a small layer of dust off the cover. "Long sword..." She opened the cover and glanced at a name written on the inside "property of Lance... Your name is Lance?"

Beatrix paused while she prepared a potion, having forgotten it's previous owner left their name right inside the cover. "No.... That was the previous owner before it fell into my hands... It has been some time since I opened that book"

Amara flipped through a few pages, pictures of different foundational forms inscribed the pages with explanations of how to move both in and out of armor. "That being said... What is your name? Shouting 'Witch' feels... Insensitive"

Beatrix attached various pouches to her person before grabbing her staff and tapping it twice. "That'll suffice for now. You're better off not knowing it and risk someone's Ire."

Amara redied her feet before being passed a belt and frog to hold her blade, Beatrix handing Amara a bottle of some crimson liquid and warned "don't drink that by the way"

"I'm Amara of lightfeather, is my full title, but Amara will suffice."

The cauldron boiled as flames roasted it's iron skin, arcane fuel ensuring the brew inside did but burn too much or too little. It was the night of the full moon, and on a winter solstice no less, the perfect time for a concoction with great power.

Coming by ingredients was difficult. The town by which she settled was not kind to her, their experiences with witches of old being bloody and full of loss. Though, she did not blame them for their prejudice, her own past was filled with demons and devils she thought she could once control.

The towns folk did however, tolerate her presence in the forest, their problems with monsters and feral beasts all but gone. The folk chalked it up to Beatrix frightening them as much as they were themselves, but in reality it was the warding brews -the same as the kind she was crafting tonight- that drove the conflict deep into the forest.

Had they never heard the tales of travelers from outside the town? Did they ignore the soldiers that needed to travel with farmers from the field? Or worst yet, were they brave and in search of adventure.

Regardless of their reason Beatrix would corral them back to the herd and safety. Her presence alone sent most running back home.

Amara took the duty on the herself, by nature of her station she had to. She was heir after all and to let her people suffer? She wouldn't allow it further. Under the cover of darkness she escaped her room and stole a blade from the armory - she knew better then to take the soft silver stop the fireplace - and plate a size too large.

"you... You're the witch. This isn't any of your business leave me be and I'll do you the same" Amara had heard stories of the Witch in the woods since she was but a child. She knew she was dangerous, but she didn't falter, she was still a person and she could be reasoned with.

"A brave one aren't you? And what is this business of yours that brings you so deep into the forest it may swallow you whole?" She approached closer to the woman, getting sight of her blonde hair and noble features. This was a woman of status, and if not apparent on her face it showed in her stance.

"I'm here for the beast in these woods, it's gone too far. I've come to slay it" as the witch approached closer Amara could better view the features hid under the brim of her hat. Long dark hair and a beautiful face unlike the decrepit woman she had been led to believe lived in the woods. She even appeared close to her own age, with a few years her senior, though she knew better that the witch was older then she appeared.

"A beast?" Beatrix was surprised, had something braved her spell to seek havoc? Or did the creature not feel any kind of fear? Regardless whatever it was, the woman before her stood no chance, and she had a brew to get back to. "Whatever it is you seek, I can assure you it is more than you can handle. I will take care of it. Run home little bee before you get squashed"

"No." Amara refused to falter. "I swore to myself I would not return home until the beast is slain."

Beatrix sighed and with a quick swipe of her staff, Amara fell from underneath her own feet. "You lack the skill to take on whatever your quarry is. Break your oath and return home with your life."

Amara picked herself back up wiping the dirt from the blade of her sword with the ends of her tattered dress. "I cannot. I need to see this through, or else I'm not worthy of my name"

Beatrix felt a tug on her heart, she could not ignore a plea that was like hers so many many years ago. "Fine. I will assist you with the beast before the sun is up. But first I have other matters to attend to"

"I said I won't return ho-"

"and you won't. You'll come with me to mine, and after my matters are resolved, we will slay your beast"

Amara hesitated "how do I know you are not luring me into a trap?"

"whatever beast you seek evaded my gaze and was able to ignore the protections I have cast upon our side of the forest. I wish to see it slain as much as you. And if I were to be the beast? You would have to have me regardless. You might as well let me lead to to my lair so you can reap the Spoils of your victory"

Amara lowered her sword "fine. But you'll lead the way and don't even think about trying anything"

"it's a mess, but you can sit anywhere you like" Beatrix understated the complete and utter disarray, half used bottles of liquid hung from the ceiling with twine, sacks of powders and herbs nailed to the wall. One thing that especially caught Amara's eye however was a fresh sack of flour, likely from the local farm.

"where did that come from?" Amara queuried while gesturing to the sack, while Beatrix worked on her brew.

"I have an arrangement with the farmer. I enchant his scarecrows and fences to keep away pests and vermin. In exchange I get a share of his crop. It's been mutually beneficial."

It did make some sense Farmer Jim's yield was much greater compared to the others in the area. It seemed like it was simply luck before but it seems the witch was willing to trade rather than simply steal and ravage as she was raised to believe "he always did lay tempers when you were spotted in the forest."

"he did? I had told him not to bother with such attempts, it was more likely he'd be hung rather than listened"

Amara took a breath ready to retort but held her tongue. There was recorded history of trials for those that consorted with the witch of the woods.

The cauldron boiled as flames roasted it's iron skin, arcane fuel ensuring the brew inside did but burn too much or too little. It was the night of the full moon, and on a winter solstice no less, the perfect time for a concoction with great power.

Coming by ingredients was difficult. The town by which she settled was not kind to her, their experiences with witches of old being bloody and full of loss. Though, she did not blame them for their prejudice, her own past was filled with demons and devils she thought she could once control.

The towns folk did however, tolerate her presence in the forest, their problems with monsters and feral beasts all but gone. The folk chalked it up to Beatrix frightening them as much as they were themselves, but in reality it was the warding brews -the same as the kind she was crafting tonight- that drove the conflict deep into the forest.

Had they never heard the tales of travelers from outside the town? Did they ignore the soldiers that needed to travel with farmers from the field? Or worst yet, were they brave and in search of adventure.

Regardless of their reason Beatrix would corral them back to the herd and safety. Her presence alone sent most running back home.

Amara took the duty on the herself, by nature of her station she had to. She was heir after all and to let her people suffer? She wouldn't allow it further. Under the cover of darkness she escaped her room and stole a blade from the armory - she knew better then to take the soft silver stop the fireplace - and plate a size too large.

"you... You're the witch. This isn't any of your business leave me be and I'll do you the same" Amara had heard stories of the Witch in the woods since she was but a child. She knew she was dangerous, but she didn't falter, she was still a person and she could be reasoned with.

"A brave one aren't you? And what is this business of yours that brings you so deep into the forest it may swallow you whole?" She approached closer to the woman, getting sight of her blonde hair and noble features. This was a woman of status, and if not apparent on her face it showed in her stance.

"I'm here for the beast in these woods, it's gone too far. I've come to slay it" as the witch approached closer Amara could better view the features hid under the brim of her hat. Long dark hair and a beautiful face unlike the decrepit woman she had been led to believe lived in the woods. She even appeared close to her own age, with a few years her senior, though she knew better that the witch was older then she appeared.

"A beast?" Beatrix was surprised, had something braved her spell to seek havoc? Or did the creature not feel any kind of fear? Regardless whatever it was, the woman before her stood no chance, and she had a brew to get back to. "Whatever it is you seek, I can assure you it is more than you can handle. I will take care of it. Run home little bee before you get squashed"

"No." Amara refused to falter. "I swore to myself I would not return home until the beast is slain."

Beatrix sighed and with a quick swipe of her staff, Amara fell from underneath her own feet. "You lack the skill to take on whatever your quarry is. Break your oath and return home with your life."

Amara picked herself back up wiping the dirt from the blade of her sword with the ends of her tattered dress. "I cannot. I need to see this through, or else I'm not worthy of my name"

Beatrix felt a tug on her heart, she could not ignore a plea that was like hers so many many years ago. "Fine. I will assist you with the beast before the sun is up. But first I have other matters to attend to"

"I said I won't return ho-"

"and you won't. You'll come with me to mine, and after my matters are resolved, we will slay your beast"

Amara hesitated "how do I know you are not luring me into a trap?"

"whatever beast you seek evaded my gaze and was able to ignore the protections I have cast upon our side of the forest. I wish to see it slain as much as you. And if I were to be the beast? You would have to have me regardless. You might as well let me lead to to my lair so you can reap the Spoils of your victory"

Amara lowered her sword "fine. But you'll lead the way and don't even think about trying anything"

The cauldron boiled as flames roasted it's iron skin, arcane fuel ensuring the brew inside did but burn too much or too little. It was the night of the full moon, and on a winter solstice no less, the perfect time for a concoction with great power.

Coming by ingredients was difficult. The town by which she settled was not kind to her, their experiences with witches of old being bloody and full of loss. Though, she did not blame them for their prejudice, her own past was filled with demons and devils she thought she could once control.

The towns folk did however, tolerate her presence in the forest, their problems with monsters and feral beasts all but gone. The folk chalked it up to Beatrix frightening them as much as they were themselves, but in reality it was the warding brews -the same as the kind she was crafting tonight- that drove the conflict deep into the forest.

Had they never heard the tales of travelers from outside the town? Did they ignore the soldiers that needed to travel with farmers from the field? Or worst yet, were they brave and in search of adventure.

Regardless of their reason Beatrix would corral them back to the herd and safety. Her presence alone sent most running back home.

Amara took the duty on the herself, by nature of her station she had to. She was heir after all and to let her people suffer? She wouldn't allow it further. Under the cover of darkness she escaped her room and stole a blade from the armory - she knew better then to take the soft silver stop the fireplace - and plate a size too large.

The cauldron boiled as flames roasted it's iron skin, arcane fuel ensuring the brew inside did but burn too much or too little. It was the night of the full moon, and on a winter solstice no less, the perfect time for a concoction with great power.

Coming by ingredients was difficult. The town by which she settled was not kind to her, their experiences with witches of old being bloody and full of loss. Though, she did not blame them for their prejudice, her own past was filled with demons and devils she thought she could once control.

The towns folk did however, tolerate her presence in the forest, their problems with monsters and feral beasts all but gone. The folk chalked it up to Beatrix frightening them as much as they were themselves, but in reality it was the warding brews -the same as the kind she was crafting tonight- that drove the conflict deep into the forest.

Had they never heard the tales of travelers from outside the town? Did they ignore the soldiers that needed to travel with farmers from the field? Or worst yet, were they brave and in search of adventure.

Regardless of their reason Beatrix would corral them back to the herd and safety. Her presence alone sent most running back home.

The cauldron boiled as flames roasted it's iron skin, arcane fuel ensuring the brew inside did but burn too much or too little. It was the night of the full moon, and on a winter solstice no less, the perfect time for a concoction with great power.

Coming by ingredients was difficult. The town by which she settled was not kind to her, their experiences with witches of old being bloody and full of loss. Though, she did not blame them for their prejudice, her own past was filled with demons and devils she thought she could once control.

The towns folk did however, tolerate her presence in the forest, their problems with monsters and feral beasts all but gone. The folk chalked it up to Beatrix frightening them as much as they were themselves, but in reality it was the warding brews -the same as the kind she was crafting tonight- that drove the conflict deep into the forest.