<strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Northwest of Tower camp</span></strong><br/>-The Spindled Woods-<br/>-2 hours after The Tower's collapse-<br/>-Scorpio Sun / Gemini Moon -<br/>-Jikundi Truun Party-<br/>Tagged: anyone<em>affiliated</em>with the Jikundi Truun, do join the march.<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>The spindled woods were twisted up. Each trail led itself to several others, and they intersected to the rest like spiderwebs. Only thick brush and old growth trees were responsible for making it such a maze. The Jikundi Masters, and Reni himself received news of the Tower's collapse rather quickly, due to the mages in the nearbye camp. Most of them sensed it, some of them could even report what it had looked like, though they had laid, sleeping in their beds. They had departed only a half hour after the black cloud had decimated Anders' in a single dark moment.<br/><br/>The rain had returned, and it had a black reflection in every drop. The night was dark, in an odd, and unexplainable way.<br/><br/>Ianto dresden had been placed in the Alpha position. He was the highest ranking, and most qualified member sent to the Tower camp. Reni knew that a storm had only just brewed. These warriors and mages were sent to provide support, and care when needed. Their best and brightest were sent out in one large cluster, safety in numbers, for the forest was dense, confusing, and void of mercy. Seven Truun mages were clumped up in the center including Fellis, and Kereva Maalkum; a hand mage with bravado, and a priest with an ear for painful shouts in the hill. Fellis stood tall, his eyes glowing over the landscape, small electric sparks surging off of his exposed hands with every falling raindrop that struck them. Kereva was dressed in white, dirt seemed to be scared by her, and an aura of peace was leaking off of her skin. However, the over-bearing beast of dark power in the woods forced her to quell this action without effort.<br/><br/>Eneno provided all of the mages guard, her sword was ever drawn, held in an even way on her side. Evil felt steps away. the whole group moved at half speed. Most of the young mages were terrified, having not been outside the walls after dark in many years. Those with Jikundi badges on their clothing were scared as well, but they weren't allowed to show it on their faces. If everyone was scared, it would create chaos.<br/><br/>Every Jikundi sentry had been sent on the mission, and half of the scholars were bearing arms beside them. Dwine and Gentry each held their weapons tightly, back to back. Gentry had a gentle step, walking backwards with arrow and bow drawn. Dwine had not unsheathed her blade yet. It was large, resting heavily on her hip. she wanted to make sure that an enemy was in front of her before she pulled it from it's place.<br/><br/>Both Dent and Sendik were given the rear guard. the were nearly nude, dressed in hanging strands of thin yellow fabric. their faces were guarded with metal, and a primitive chest plate was bridled to each of their shoulders. Long, slender spears were grasped, in full stances with both hands. They traveled closer to the rest than they ought to. Only six paces behind, if that. Each Sukodi Sentry's, they felt at home in Ianto's company. Instinctively, they expected special treatment for studying underneath him as students.<br/><br/>The rest were too scared to touch their weapon, or make a face other than 'help me.'<br/><br/>As the Jikundi Truun camp marched toward the Central Watchtower, one thing was slowly becoming obvious. It was starting to get colder. As if the winds of Scorpio had delivered the deathly black cloud, using shear force of will. A bitterness traveled through the whole party. They had representatives from every aspect of the Jikundi Truun. They were expecting to make a large impact on the scene. But they were still another fifteen minutes out, approximately. the trails were weaving too much to find North, and the clouds had completely blanketed the stars.<br/><br/>A small voice sneaked up behind Ianto: "I think we're lost, master." It was Feralin Gander, one of the scholars he had sparred this morning. the rest of the group quietly agreed. Still a couple loud mouths decided to speak with full breathe and cursing language: "No damned, North Dresden." "Aye, I've seen this tree before." "Yeah-p." He wasn't losing command, the troops were just as frustrated as he was. like spiraling springs, falling down through an elevator shaft, these trails made no logical sense. It was as if a giant child had run through the woods with bear-claws for fingers, and cleaver like teeth.