Order

They had scouted the old safehouse of the Order cult. It was strange to see it again, to see it in the daytime, empty, again. At least it was still empty. 

A lump stuck on her throat at the sight of the empty space. The grass was tall, uncut and unkempt. The vines had started to get a foothold on the walls of the building and one of the windows had been shuttered.

There’d been word of the Order organization again. A similar name -- of the night this time, rather than of seven stars -- but similar enough to the previous cult to make Enniliel nervous. Saeradan was concerned too, but insisted on investigating himself this time.

Elkirian had been drifting away from home for so long. Her bones ached with loneliness, fear and anger. No, not anger, rage. She raged against the world that had blown her around like a dead leaf.

OOC note: this is a rewrite of a previously written story to more accurately represent events from the RP that happened

“Investigate, lass. Earn their trust and figure out what’s going on. I cannot tell if they’re an aid or wolves masquerading as sheep.”

The raid went good, we attacked  the bandit's camp and managed to make them disperse, unluckily the leader escaped, Athlenah's father as it seems. He was shouting at his men all the time but when his time came he disappeared, what a leader... I wonder why our prisoner was that loyal to him... I am sure we'll meet him again and I will make sure that I will learn why!