Michael
*The young adventurous fellow perhaps could have chosen a better forest for one of his majors treks. He's lost off trail and without a clue of where he is, the canopy too thick for him to fly though to break free, he knows of the danger, he was confident before he came here that his father's sword would be enough to protect him, but now that he's here. Not so certain.*
Daisy
**Zai would be walking through the forest as she was investigating the rumors of monster attacks. She was lost in thought as she heard footsteps then turned towards the sound.**
"Hmm?"
Michael
*A starch white moth wearing a worn out green padded vest can be see wandering in the distance, half shadowed but that doesn't do much when you're quite vibrant in color, he stands out like a sore thumb. He has a sword to that hangs in a military scabbard. He seems very lost based off the fact he's off trail and is walking a bit quickly as though searching in a mild panic. Unable to see the trail that isn't too far away due to the foliage on the forest floor blocking the view.*

*But it seems his antennae are at least sensitive, or perhaps the compound eyes have a wide view? Because he noticed something in the corner of his sight.*
`Please be a guard or a traveler...` The moth thinks to himself. He turns his head to the flicker of arcane light he saw, his eyes arcane in nature see the world through the arcane in a unique spectrum of "Light." Unable to see the world the huntress could see, the moth has no concept of color, hence why he has no idea how much he stands out.
Daisy
**Zai watched the month as wondered the forest no better then a lost child, it was annoying because if a monster was lurking it likely retracted, she sighed holding the arcane lantern as moved towards the moth speaking as her mask alter her voice abit.**
"Are you lost traveler? You shouldn't be wondering this deep in the forest, a monster has been attacking people."
**She stopped in front of him as she studied him from head to toe the thought crossing her mind.**
```He doesn't really belong out here, best escort him to the nearest village```
Michael
*The moth has been watching them for a bit when they arrived a bit of relief crossing his mind.*
"Yeah, I lost the trail, couldn't even see that the trail was right there. Any idea what way I should go? I feel like I've been walking directionless for hours now." The moth asks, already having collected himself.
`Wait... What if they rob me? Are they friendly...` Pavan thinks, keeping a fair bit of distance, now on the trail.
Daisy
**Zai would look at him for a moment moment as she responded.**"Look if you got lost i wouldn't feel comfortable leaving alone in an area with dangerous monster's."
**She pulled her up her order tags**
"I'm with the order of the slayers"
Michael
*The moth considers for a moment, then concedes.*
"If we run into that beast?" Pavan asks curiously.
Daisy
**She responded**
"I'm thinking some kind of wyvern, I found a few scales here and there. I think it's wing is broken it's been walking or moving through trees."
Michael
"Oh lovely... Aren't dragonoids supposed to be gone-" Pavan sounds a mix between concerned and distrusting of what you said. "Perhaps just an oversized komodo?"

*The Moth looks around the trail curiously and cautiously. If there is a wyvern. That's a far greater problem if the old tales are to be trusted.*
Daisy
"Calling a wyvern a dragon is an insult, They may share some similarities but that's it. Wyverns are reptiles with adaptations on environment. A true dragon hasn't been seen in a very long time. Most wyvern species barely even have a connection to such ancient routes.'
**She looks around**
"I'm pretty sure we are dealing with a spike tail wyvern, someone got sloppy and didn't finish the job, an injured animal is extremely dangerous."
Michael
*The moth silently ponders to himself.* `I've never dealt with creatures like that. The worst I've dealt with is bears trying to get into the bee hives at the farm. Do they intend to drag me along? Why else would they share what type of wyvern it is...`

"I see? I'm not familiar with beasts. My species doesn't even hunt. We kill bears when they threaten our beehives, but otherwise we don't deal with wild animals very often." Pavan shares revealing he's just a farmer's son who's wandered away from home.
Daisy
**Zai smiled abit behind her mask as she had seen many like him before as she responded.**
"Hmm do you want to learn something today? I could use a partner to take down the creature. Wyverns even down are dangerous. If not I have to send for aid by the local militia. Most of them are green as shit though atleast you know where the pointy end is."
Michael
"Hmm... What the hell. Why not. Any compensation for me risking my shell? Doesn't have to be coin, I'd have to lug that extra coin with me on top of my supplies." Pavan replies seeming a bit between apprehensive and willing, though he does switch how he's carrying his satchel slinging it over the same shoulder that it's hanging off of to drop it quickly when the time comes same with the button for his cloak. Half undone just needing a tug to drop it.

"Tell me about what I'm going to be dealing with. You said spike tail so that is self explanatory. But what about the rest of the body. How strong are the scales, are there notable weak spots like easy to sever tendons? A fragile skull?" Pavan prys. He doesn't intend to go in blind.
Daisy
**She responded**
"Wyvern parts have many uses magically so you could make decent coin. The wyvern of these species has rather strong scales and bones if you want armor or weapons if your creative."
**She seemed to be thinking as she wasn't a teacher but he was willing to help.**
"Right spike tails are one of the few species that has the ability to breath fire. There also the third largest wyvern species. Lucky for us this one is rather young. I wonder if someone was trying to catch it for taming. Hmm- that could explain a lot actually..'
Michael
*The Moth seems to be uncomfortable at the mention of fire, looking at his fluff covered forearms and brushing at them subconsciously when he's not looking at them.* "Fire... Nh.. Not a quarrel I would enjoy particularly." The Moth says trying to ignore the anxious thoughts that cross his mind.

*All the times he's caught an arm on fire and how quickly it tries to consume his arm. Making campfires, starting the cooking fire at home, prepping the fire for the smoke guns at the beefarm. He has a phobia for fire.*
Daisy
"We should head to town, Its too late in the evening for the moment. I don't want to throw you into the hunt without some basic instruction and see your sword skills. Come along."
**She heads down one of the animal paths as she hummed abit keeping an eye out.**
Michael
*He shrugs and follows.*
"Alright, let's go I guess." He says more to the air as he follows her.

"Also, I am not in the know of what you mean by. Slayer, I gather that it's about slaying but, I never heard of the group. I am just a farmer's son afterall."
Daisy
"It's no surprise, our order lives in the fallen kingdoms. It's our point of origins. We don't maintain much anymore outside the fortress where our academy is and old outposts. We are nomadic. We hunt the darkness in the lands from dangerous monsters, Rogue mages and if the need ever rises demons. We was designed to fight demons. We are chimeras enhanced with monster traits through alchemy. We are no longer human, we give up our humanity, out morales to become monsters so others can live in innocence."
Michael
*The moth cocks an antenna.*
"I see. Abandoned your humanity. That just means you used magic to transmutate to a different race. Wouldn't call that monster." Pavan replies not entirely sold on that entire comment. He knows they are a modified human, that shows on their arcane imprint in his sight.
"Also, you wish to see my sword skill, would that be best done outside the town because I'm pretty sure in town the guard's would not look kindly upon two people with open blades. Or do you intend to use sticks?" Pavan asks curiously.
Daisy
"I got two training swords back at the inn, I often instruct villagers interested in learning to defend there home from monster attacks. The one we are going too is small. It didn't even had guards until I picked out some people to train. The slayers have an ancient treaty. It allows us to bring people to arms in times of need but it gives us room to do other things and protects us from kingdoms. Not that holding us prisoner would go well. We can never be captured. In such cases we all to kill whoever is trying or end our own lives to keep order secrets."
Michael
*Pavan massages his forehead thinking over how he went from lost. To now being recruited by a stranger to help hunt a dangerous animal that could quite easily reduce him to a living torch.*
Daisy
**She would stop at the edge of the forest after a few hours as she looked around holding up her hand seeing a few the buildings torched as she stepped back behind the tree**
"I wasn't that long, surely something couldn't of happened sense this morning?.."
Michael
"Explain, I can't see the world you see." Pavan comments.
Daisy
**She looks at him**
"There's a village but it's dead silent. You can smell the wood smoke yes?.. Something torched part of the village."
**She looked at him**
"Focus on the scent, tell me what do you smell?"
**The scent carried a strong wood fire scent mixed with burnt flesh, it was overpowering.**
Michael
*The moth's antennae swirl slightly and twitch shifting the air.*
"I figured it was just the scent of their cooking fires... Damned... I don't want to get burned..." The Moth almost whispers the last part, his mind going back to the anxiety of catching fire.
Daisy
"First lesson about reptiles that can breath fire, it leaves behind a sulfur smell. Wyverns tend to leave enough to drown your nose for awhile. There's a distinct lack of that smell here. Which means this is likely something more towards raiders."
Michael
"That is far more preferable. Brigands I can handle. Guess you might get to see my sword skill that way." Pavan replies and adjusts his scabbard.

"Search the ruins for clues and survivors?" Pavan asks after getting the scabbard adjusted along with his rondel dagger.
Paula
**Zai pulled her hood down and slipped her mask off as she checked her glaive.**
"We should be careful, raiders often like to lay in wait for those coming to help."
Michael
"Noted. Sounds like I'm keeping my sword in hand." Pavan says drawing his sword, but not his dagger, the dagger is situational.

*Pavan's sword lightly hums as it is drawn from the scabbard but the sound doesn't last the sound was high pitched, a fine sword. The sword has a protective cross guard with rings and loops to protect the fingers. The sword isn't a simple short sword. It's a side sword. Whatever his father was before becoming a farmer was either an important soldier, or he killed someone important and took the sword as a trophy.*
Paula
**She nodded slowly as she walked with him toward the village, she listened to the surrounding sounds of the village as it was dead silent. There was dead villagers and it had been raided, there was no signs of survivors as Zai stopped frowning**
"There's not that many dead... This was more then raider's. There was 80 people here. I only see 12 bodies."
Michael
"So they did the usual thing. They took prisoners for ransom with the regional lord." Pavan replies walking a distance away to look around at the burning husks of buildings and for tracks left in the dirt. Main for blood trails, because blood shines more than dirt in the sense of arcane aura. Easier to track than foot prints for him.*
"Do you reckon we extinguish their lights? Remove their blight on these lands permanently..." Pavan replies a bit of hate in his words.
Paula
"Usually I can't raise my blade against other humanoids without certain things having been met. They have ticked off some of them so I can engage them freely as of now."
**She would walk up beside him as there was a decent blood trail, it seemed the villagers had injured a few of the raiders.**
"Given the scent of iron id say my lessons did some good. I should of been here or reinforced my sword lessons more."
Michael
*The Moth looks at his satchel then picks up a piece of scorched wood, places his satchel beneath after looking around closely for aura imprints in the tree lines and stashes his satchel. Removing that added weight so he can fight without that weighing him down. Though he does take a ration and his waterskin with him just incase.*

"Alright, let's go."
Paula
**She nodded as she walked along seeming comfortable to fight in full gear as she looks over to him**
"So how does your sight work exactly?"
Michael
"Hmm... Hard to explain... I see the arcane? I see the arcane charge, the weight of it's charge, the type, the shape? I don't know to put it to words, it would be like trying to explain what green looks like to me, I've heard my eyes are green as emerald many times, I know emerald is a icon of wealth and that it's a compliment. But I don't **Know** What green is, I can't see it." Pavan tries to explain hoping it makes sense for her.
Paula
"Ah sort of like being color blind, interesting. The process to turn us into slayers often leave us blind or color blind for a few weeks as our bodies adjust. Though seeing arcane is such an interesting ability. It would make my job so much easier to hunt dangerous mages. The seeker would love to study your ability."
Michael
"There's a flaw, I can't see with precision past 200 feet. And trying to make out details past 500 is a lost cause, everything is consumed by the haze at those ranges. Can't even see trees." Pavan explains.
Paula
"I don't expect everything to be perfect, everything has a flaw or weakness. Nothing is ever perfect."
**She smiled softly as she followed the trail.**
"These raiders are sloppy as shit, I barely need to actually do any tracking."
Michael
"I've heard tales, most of them are sloppy. These are nothing more than brigands and roadmen." Pavan replies, not commenting about their perfect spiel. He's got nothing to say.

"So, what's your plan, go into their camp and kill all of them, or just run them off?" Pavan asks. He personally plans to scare them straight. Kill a few buddies and hope the rest realize this isn't worth it.
Paula
"I do as my order always does when humans can't walk the path of the light, I will kill them all. If they run I will hunt them down until there taint is erased from these lands."
**She looks over to him.**
"They can find forgiveness through the gods."
Michael
"You're quite a bit more violent than I am. I thought I was escalatory, but damn."
Paula
"We tend to get excited by blood. It's why everything has a ritual or a rule. We must control the beast within or else become nothing more then a monster. Religion is a strong root to plant. It gives purpose and a sense of direction. These raiders made there choices the day they murdered. It is time to send them along to Kaos for judgment."
Michael
"Right, let's get this dealt with. Guess I get to practice my sword arm-" Pavan says thinking about the fight to come, he's not too enthusiastic now that he's actually thinking about it. He's still carrying his sword open, the hilt hanging in his hand in a loose grip, the tip pointed away off the trail.
Paula
**She would stop noticing his stance as she could tell he didn't like fighting, no he didn't like fighting fellow humanoids is more accurate as she smiled**
"Hey, I deal with the raiders, I need you to release the prisoners and get them to safety. They might try to kill them out of spite."
Michael
*She's making quite the assumption. Pavan is more afraid of getting hurt, so early in and he's risking his neck. But, going back on something isn't how he is, so, he has to tough it out.*
"Mmm, out of spite, unlikely, they'll more likely flee the scene. Killing them just gives you more reason to hunt them, fucking off into the hills is smarter and more likely to keep them alive." Pavan says giving his analysis of the likely line of action.

"You don't kill your barter, you don't stick around when you're losing, you skip out of dodge. They may be raiders, but they're still people, they value their lives." Pavan says.
Paula
**She tilts her head as she seemed to be thinking**
"If they don't harm anyone else, I might grant them such mercy. Kaos judges all eventually."
**She would pull up her hood as she reached down grabbing her mask and slipping it on as she spoke in a different language saying a small pray to her god then looked at him**
"Stay close, we need to watch each other's back. They likely out number us."
Michael
"Likely? They killed twelve and the guards you trained. It's guaranteed." Pavan says rolling his head stretching his neck and giving a few swipes at the air to adjust his hold for the sake of good edge alignment. Don't wanna hit the flat.

*Pavan doesn't make a noise after this, he does kneel down and grab some dirt and start rubbing it into his fluff, he may be blind to color, but he knows a few things. He's seen less when he smears dirt, it just attracts more bugs...*
Daisy
**She looked at him**
"They had 6 weeks of training at best, I had hoped to give them a few months of training. I had hoped atleast some of them survived."
Michael
*He motions to shush, he is starting to see arcane shimmers and starts walking down low, his wings dragging along the ground before lifting to not drag his cloak also lifting a bit as it sits over his wings. He points them out even if they can't be seen directly he can see them glowing through the hazy "Fog" That fills his vision.*
Daisy
**She stopped behind him as she could make out the sounds of footsteps as she tilts her head for a moment.**
"I don't think there wearing any heavy armor, then again the ground is still soft from the rains."
Michael
*He speaks in a low hushed tone.*
"Heavy armor or not. They will be dealt with. Heavy armor, top heavy, trip then stun?" Pavan asks, that's something his father said to do. How to was always a bit iffy but he knows the vague idea.
Daisy
**She looks at him and then would respond**
"We should sneak up and observe them. I want to study our enemy before engaging."
Michael
*He nods then unclasps his cloak folding it up before hanging it off his belt.*
"Good luck."
*The Moth then joins in by going off in his own direction.*
Daisy
**She moved along the stream to the east as she tried to get closer to the main camp.**
Michael
*The moth is mainly looking for where the prisoners are held, looking for a lot of shimmers in a small area because that's where he wants to strike.*
George
**The camp was temporarily from the looks of it and he could hear raiders talking and laughing by the camp fires as the last groups of wagons seemed to be loaded up, there was only 30 people left from the town as it seemed they shipped off the rest already. He might notice the raiders was heavily organized and military level of training as got ready to settle down for the night outside sending the last wagons away.**
Michael
*He considers his options strictly with the note of equipment. They're likely to have some actual bowmen or worse yet, crossbows. And he does not want to get hit by one of those since he has no easy answers to that. He can't use a bow himself a crossbow maybe, but they're so heavy and he doesn't want to lug that around with the rest of the stuff he has. That and the best he has in terms of armor is a padded vest, which provides the same protection as a light gambeson.*
George
**That's was about 30 raiders left here, though given state of the camp there had been more.**
**They had axes and long swords along the standard raider with a shield, They had 10 crossbowmen who was guarding the outer edges of the camp, they seemed to be getting settled down to relax and drink for the night not expecting trouble.**
Michael
*The moth looks to the sky looks for the obscenely bright arcane glow of the sun in the sky before he tries anything. His plan is to find one guard who falls asleep first scale any barricade they have in the way kill, then steal their crossbow and bolts for the time being, he will not keep the weapon long term. Drag the body back with him, it'll be hard to see blood in the dark, he knows the shortcomings of human eyes, they can't see in the dark like he can. Once that's done, he's gonna take a couple minutes to figure the weapon out in the safety of the woods before doing his next part.*
Daisy
**He heard some movement behind him as Zai came up whispering softly **
"It seems most of the prisoners have already been taken away, I don't feel comfortable with our odds. I have seen crossbow users patrolling the edge of the camp."
Michael
"Yeah, it's rough, I have a rough sketch of a plan, there's one crossbowman who's patrolling with less vigor. Either he drank to much or he's tired. Either way, he'll be a good target, take him down, steal a crossbow. As each guard passes, I take them down till they get anxious and send out people to search. Pick them off in the woods if they're dumb enough to pursue. I have the advantage of flight afterall so I can hide in the foliage and be a pain to pin down? Sound fair to you?"
Daisy
**She nodded abit as she seemed to be thinking**
"I can probably draw out our intended target from the camp and we take care of him quickly. More or less slit his throat when he gets baited out."
Michael
"I actually planned the stab through the throat then drag him off, can't speak if you can't exhale. And the blood won't be obvious. Because the wound would be plugged." Pavan says, he may not be a soldier but he knows how bleeding works, being on a farm leads to bleeding quite a few times in your life. And learning stuff like wounds not bleeding nearly as much if you keep the object in the wound.
Daisy
"We aren't really trained as assassins in my order. There's really no need for such things in my order. I take your lead on this matter."
Michael
"I figured you'd know wounds don't bleed when you keep the weapon in. Seeing as you've likely seen your share of injuries. But let's wait, I'm going to get him from behind, be ready to help drag the body behind a bush. Though if that wyvern is around they will smell the blood I reckon. Like the bears at the farm..." Pavan says drawing his rondel dagger from his belt and crouching down and half submerging himself in the brush again.
Daisy
"The things I kill tend to not die so easy in one blow, leaving your weapon in is a great way to get broken or lose it in my experience."
Michael
"Mmm, that's fair enough. Let's just get this over with." Pavan sits patiently waiting for the target to cross the path.

*The Moth keeps the dagger stashed in one of his lower arms, intending to use the upper arms to grapple the target, minimize risk of then getting away. No guarantees though that the rookie moth can. Knowing and in practice are different things.*
Daisy
**She nodded as she looked over the bandits**
"The crossbows will be troublesome, its a shame they aren't getting drunk too. We could just remove the problem while they sleep."
**She sighed softly.**
"What a pain.."
Eric
*As the target crossbowman makes another pass. Looking just as tired as before. Pavan starts to creep forward then lunges for them dagger in hand, plunges it into their neck crossing through the neck and their collar bone causing all kinds of damage. He drags them off their feet and with them kicking and choking out attempts to scream past the dagger blocking their airway Pavan takes them off their path into the forest with their crossbow. He just hopes he didn't make too much noise.*