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Witchspotting.
Fable : Fall of the Guild

Part VIII - "Witch-hunt"

By: Jesse Racine AKA Samson

Original Date Written: June 23, 2012

Bianca stepped over to her desk nearby, resting her piece of jet by a few vials of green fluid. He walked over to her bed, getting over it, taking a seat in the middle near the foot of her bed. He smiled when she looked over, beckoning for her to come closer. She slowly walked over, crawling on the bed as well, sitting on her knees in front of him. “What’s the surprise?” She asked, interested, looking into his eyes with a little smile. He crossed his legs beneath himself, facing her fully, saying “First, get on your hands and knees...” She did as he bid, leaning over and getting on her hands as well, her eyes still on his. He smiled widely, saying “Now, turn around...” Her cheeks slowly turned a little pink, but she started turning around regardless, looking back at him from over her shoulder, peeking at him through some of her raven locks. She spread her legs a little so they could go on either side of him, letting her get close to him from the new position.
His eyes closed a little when he saw her big, beautiful behind, raised up in the air for him to behold. For the first time, he had a real chance to get a good look at her tattoo. Near the base of her spine, above the middle of her bum, she had a little horizontal tattoo. The entire thing was black, completely filled in with ink. The center was made up of a circle, numerous curling tendrils reaching away from it, the tendrils always curling off to the left or right. Eventually, the tendrils melted together on either side, becoming black bird wings, the wings spread out for flight. There was a tiny section over each wing that wasn’t filled in with ink, letting her pale skin shine through. The sections were shaped like eyes, her creamy skin making the eyes starkly stand out inside the black ink. The tattoo was barely longer than one of his fingers, but was maybe two inches thick, all in all. “Like this?...” She quietly asked. “Yes, like that...” He mumbled, raising his hands, smoothing them along her cheeks.
He could tell she was excited in more than one sense of the word; her tiny pair of panties were hugging up tight against her womanhood, showing off her ridge. He gave her cheeks a light grip, squeezing her while making sure not to hurt her, feeling his fingers sink into her soft flesh. Bianca made a light “Mm” sound, closing her eyes for a moment before looking back at him again. He jiggled her voluptuous bum for a few moments, watching as her cheeks shook under his hands. “You wanted to play with my butt?...” Bianca asked, smiling a little. “In a sense.” Timoteo slowly said, flashing her a mischievous grin. She started blushing again, watching as he played with her. He eventually gave her cheeks a tight grab, spreading her cheeks wide. Bianca rapidly blinked twice, a little surprised. She peered at him through her midnight hair, her eyes turning a little innocent almost, turning shy. He felt arousal start to shoot through him when he saw that his imagination had been accurate, indeed; her rosebud was just barely covered by the string of her underwear, and still, some of her ring could be seen on either side of the string.
She twitched once or twice, lightly clenching. Half-smiling, he took a hand from one of her cheeks and brought the print of a finger to her rosebud, rubbing against it from over her underwear. She twitched in surprise, Bianca’s whole face starting to go a little red. “Ohh...” She lightly said, closing her eyes, hanging her head down a little. “I see what your surprise is...” She mumbled out. He grinned a little, reaching for the strings of her tiny pair of panties, starting to pull them down. He watched when her rear entrance was revealed, along with the darkly blushing lips just below, her slit glimmering with her sweet juices. He smiled, slipping her underwear down her stockings, bringing it to her knees. He gazed at the dark passageway between her cheeks for a second more before his eyes fell to her burning lips. Raising a hand between her thighs, he made her quiver when he rubbed a few fingers along her mons, feeling her soft, black nether hair run under the prints of his digits.
He brought his thumb to her clitoris, lightly rubbing along it, hearing her quietly take in a deep breath, letting it out slowly and peacefully. He rubbed his thumb higher up, getting some of her moisture on his print before going back down. She made a quiet sound in her throat, staying still as he played with her little nub for a bit. Timoteo fiddled with her for a couple of minutes before he abruptly stopped, causing Bianca to raise her head and look back at him, curiosity and eagerness in her eyes. She had been getting a bit close to her finish, he had been able to tell; her clitoris had swollen a little, standing free of it’s hood, more and more nectar seeping out of her depths. He smiled at her, rubbing the slick print of his thumb along her rosebud, surprising her again. “Have you ever thought about this?” He asked, figuring he already knew her answer before she said it. The first time things had ever gotten heated between the two of them, she had urged him to slip a finger into her when he had felt down her bum.
He assumed she was curious like he was, and perhaps had been for some time. “...Yes...” She mumbled out, rather shyly, hanging her head down again. He grinned a little, giving her left cheek a comforting rub. He rubbed against her rosebud with a little more force, massaging her tight entrance. She twitched under his thumb, Bianca clenching faintly. A few droplets fell from her lips to her bed sheets, a tremble running up Bianca’s spine. He lowered his hand from between her thighs, saying “Tell me if you like this, okay?” He spread her cheeks far apart, gripping her a little, sinking his digits into her soft plumpness. He leaned closer to her, stuck his tongue out, and ran it up along her rosebud without a second thought. Bianca gasped, clenching as tight as she could with shock, her eyes going wide. He grinned for a second, rapidly starting to snake his tongue along her, tasting her heavenly skin. “Anh!...” Bianca moaned out, resting the side of her face down against her bed.
Timoteo rapidly flicked the tip of his tongue along her, raising a hand to her lower lips, rubbing a finger against her. Rubbing his index finger between her lips, he waited until he thought it was appropriately slick before he let it come from her hot valley. Sitting up straight again, he brought the tip of his finger to her quivering rear entrance, slowly starting to push into her. Bianca let out a little moan, Timoteo finding it easy to slip his finger into her depths, her natural lubricant and his own saliva aiding the progress immensely. He noticed that Bianca was starting to breathe a little deeper, smiling a little as he pushed his finger as deep as it could go into her. She gripped down tight at his finger, clenching hard as he started rocking his finger back and forth, playing with her, giving her body a chance to get used to something moving back and forth in her tush. “Like this?” He asked, giving her right thigh a few strokes, feeling her stocking. “I do...” She quietly murmured, a slight fire of desire noticeable in her voice.
He grinned a little, starting to blush a bit. He slipped his finger almost all the way out of her, then aimed his middle finger. Pushing his finger back into her rump, his middle finger slipped between her plump, red lips, sinking into her love canal. Bianca gripped her bed sheets for a moment before relaxing, letting out a moan when he started fingering both her entrances. She clamped down on both fingers, eager for their presences. He took time to reflect on the different textures of either passageway, how she felt inside when she squeezed down on his fingers. He fingered her for a minute before slipping both fingers out of her, leaning over, starting to lick at her back entrance again. She let out a slow moan, her toes curling a little. Timoteo pushed his tongue into her, causing her to gasp loudly, but then she let up a shivering moan of delight. He tongued her quick and hard, popping his tongue back and forth through her sphincter, feeling her squeeze down on his mouth muscle.
After a few seconds of the treatment, he felt her hips shake, Timoteo slipping his tongue out of her. “I think you’re ready for my real surprise...” He said, teasing her with a grin. Bianca was breathing a little fast, a bit deep, as she raised her head. She barely looked at him from over her shoulder, Timoteo seeing that her whole face was bright red. Her eyes were glazed over with wanting, her mouth hanging open a crack as she breathed. He sat up on his knees, leaning over on her a little. Her hair was hanging down on either side of her head, Timoteo pulling back her hair from her right side, clearing that side of her face. She turned her head towards him a little more, Timoteo kissing her on the back of her neck. She let out a shaky breath in response. They found each other’s lips, kissing passionately, parting their lips and tasting each other’s tongue.
He reached around her as they kissed, finding her impressive bosom, giving her chest a squeeze through her shirt. He felt her press her bum back against him, and because of his position, she pressed it directly against his groin. He couldn’t take it anymore. He was already so aroused that his pants were becoming painfully constrictive. He quickly pulled her shirt up, letting her globes hang free, giving her chest a jiggle once it was exposed. He pulled back from her, lightly saying “Just stay there, you’ll get your surprise in a second...” “I can’t wait...” Bianca breathed out, hanging her head down again. She raised her hips up as much as she could, swaying them from side to side, beckoning him with her big, creamy behind. He quickly undid his pants, letting them drop down his thighs. He pulled his underwear down, letting his tool spring free. He held himself by his base as he rubbed his tip against her lower lips, Bianca whimpering quietly. “You keep teasing me...” She pleadingly cooed out.
He smiled, rubbing a hand along her lower back for a few seconds, touching her tattoo. He kept rubbing at her dripping womanhood for a few seconds before he finally aimed a little higher. His heart was racing. He didn’t know exactly what to expect, but he was dying to find out, he had a feeling it would be wondrous. Pressing his tip against her rosebud, she stayed relaxed, groaning gently as he started pushing against her. When he started slipping into her, he shut his eyes, feeling her sphincter squeeze down on him in an electric embrace. When he actually penetrated into her, starting to slip into her depths, Bianca moaned lightly. “It’s in...It’s actually in...” She breathed out, squeezing down tight on him. Timoteo looked down as he pushed more of himself inside her, watching his rod sink deeper between the warm cheeks of her voluptuous tush. He held her by her hips, feeling her silky soft insides slide along his tool.
When he had gotten half of himself into her, she moaned, saying “Avo, it’s going so deep...” “Want more?...” He lightly asked, rubbing along her hips. Bianca raised her head up, looking at him from over her shoulder. Her expression was a little shy, but her eyes screamed in agreement. He smiled a little at her. Her face went even deeper red, Bianca now blushing red like a cherry. “Deeper...” She eventually mumbled, shutting her eyes in embarrassment. Timoteo smiled happily, resuming his movements. Though the lubrication was scarce, her sphincter was wet enough from his licking that he could comfortably slip himself deeper and deeper into her, neither him nor her feeling too uncomfortable or pained. “Almost there...” He mumbled, watching himself sink the final two inches into her bum. Bianca simply let out a heavy shudder in response. He pushed himself as deep into her as he could go, snuggling his loins up against her curvy cheeks, feeling her insides clamp down on him in trembling waves.
His orbs pressed up against her womanhood a little, Timoteo able to feel her lips spasm against him lightly. The corners of Bianca’s eyes glimmered with tears, Bianca gripping some of her bed sheets close to her mouth, muffling her mumbles of ecstasy. Her body shook and trembled for several seconds before she calmed down. Timoteo reached around her waist, running a hand across her womanhood, finding her to be soaking wet. He grinned a little, wondering if she had just had an orgasm. Slowly pulling his hips back, he felt her slip along and grip at his shaft, her incredibly tight rump squeezing down at him like life itself depended on it. She mumbled something, a little louder than before, but with the bed sheets near her lips, he didn’t catch what she had said. “What was that?” He curiously asked, slowing his movements to a stop. She didn’t say anything, apparently too embarrassed to repeat herself. He gave her hips and cheeks a few rubs, gently saying “C’mon, I didn’t make out what you said...”
Bianca raised her head a little, quietly saying “P-Please...Um...Spa...” She trailed off, her voice incredibly shy and demure. She gulped lightly before, barely audibly, she mumbled out “...Please spank me...” Timoteo’s eyes went a little wide with surprise. “Spank you?” He repeated, with very obvious curiosity. She looked over her shoulder at him, barely able to meet his eyes for longer than a second or two. “Spank me...I’ve been...A bad girl...” She barely murmured out, pressing her face down hard into her bed sheets a moment later. She was so embarrassed, it seemed, that after close to a dozen seconds, Timoteo clued in that she probably wouldn’t be bringing her face up from her bed again. Timoteo grinned, though, realizing that he was being given a perfect opportunity to be dominant with her, and show her a time not soon to be forgotten. “A bad girl, eh?...” He repeated, bringing his hands to her cheeks, giving her a squeeze.
She nodded a little, still not raising her face from her bed. He squeezed her cheeks tighter. “The naughty girl from Darkwood needs to be taught a lesson?...” He heard her mumble out “Yes”, her voice heavily muffled. He started slipping his length out of her, raising a hand, giving her a fair spank on her right cheek. Bianca quivered. When he started pushing back inside, he gave her another spank, this time on her other cheek. She moaned lightly against her bed. He kept stuffing her tush, quickly beginning to move faster, feeling her insides grip down at him. He gave her another spank. She turned her head to the side a little, suddenly murmuring out “I deserve harder...I’ve been bad!...” “Want it faster?” He asked, grinning. Bianca simply buried her face into her bed, again. He grinned more in response, figuring he knew what her answer was. He started thrusting faster and faster, feeling ecstasy quickly rise up inside him, hot pleasure appearing as her sphincter practically massaged along his length, her insides squeezing down on his tip as he moved.
He raised a hand and gave her a harder spank, raising up a slight clapping sound from the force of the impact. Bianca shook lightly, Timoteo seeing her grip at the bed sheets a little. He didn’t want to hurt her, but he believed she would tell him if he was spanking her too hard for her liking, so he spanked her again, even harder. She moaned against the bed sheets. She rested the side of her face against her bed, panting, her eyes shut. He started thrusting even faster, plowing her tush, his loins slapping into her cheeks gently as he slid his whole length through her. He knew he probably wouldn’t last another minute or two, feeling hot delight swarm through him, pounding like the current of an ocean. He gave her another hard spank. Bianca cried out into her bed. A red hand print was appearing over her right cheek. Timoteo gave her left cheek a hard slap as well, feeling a droplet of sweat run down his back. Bianca pressed her lips tight together, stifling a cry, moaning loudly in her throat instead.
He started giving slow, but intense, thrusts, pulling out nearly all the way before slamming his whole length home. Bianca opened her eyes a little, her eyelids fluttering rapidly. She stopped being shy with her voice, perhaps realizing she didn’t have to keep her voice down now that Grizelda was gone, or maybe she was too wracked with pleasure to care, anymore. “Hurts...Keep going...” Bianca crooned. Every time he slammed as deep into her as he could, she would cry out a little, her voice a mixture of pain and overwhelming delight. He gave her rump a hard slap again, Bianca letting out a little scream. Timoteo tensed up a little as he neared his finish. He went into a burst of speed, still trying to do his full-length thrusts, his orbs lightly smacking against her quim every now and then. Bianca stopped crying out, starting to whimper a little. She grabbed her bed sheets hard, her eyes starting to roll back a little. When he finished, he kept moving, groaning out a little as he spewed inside her welcoming depths. For the first time, he had finished inside her without a condom to get in the way, and it was glorious.
Trembles ran through him as he kept thrusting, Bianca shooting a hand over to her mouth, muffling her scream as much as she could. He felt her squirt a little, splashing fluids against his orbs, most of her discharge flying right down to her bed sheets. She squirted for about two seconds before she stopped, spraying her juices like a short geyser. Timoteo took a few final moments to enjoy having himself buried up to the hilt inside her, but then he slowly withdrew, letting his member escape her depths. He noticed her rear entrance was a bit red, a bit stretched, but he figured she’d go back to normal within a minute or two. She laid down on her side, breathing hard, Timoteo lying down on his side in front of her, facing her. The both of them sweating a little, Timoteo gazed at her face, watching her rest with her eyes closed. After a few seconds, he felt her feel around in the area of his stomach, and when she found his hands, she clasped them. He smiled, threading fingers with her, watching her smile a little, as well.
“...So, did you like my surprise?” He asked, nuzzling his mouth and nose against the top of her head, feeling her soft hair against his skin. He was lying on his back, the two of them still on her bed. They had relaxed long enough to cool off, then they started cuddling. With his left arm raised, his hand beneath his head, she snuggled up to his left side, partially resting over him. She had the right side of her face pressing against the left side of his chest, close to his collar bone. She had her left hand resting over his stomach, his right hand over her’s, the two holding hands affectionately. She kept a leg between his, her bosom pressing into his side, the warmth between her thighs lightly embracing his left thigh. She had pulled her shirt off before cuddling up with him, letting her bare skin touch his own. She smiled, kissing his chest. “I loved it.” She murmured out, Timoteo giving the top of her head a little kiss in response. “You’re not sore?” He asked.
“Oh, I am, a little...But it’ll pass. It was very much worth it.” She said, smiling widely. He grinned a little for a few seconds. “What was it like, anyway? Was it the same as the other way?” He asked. Speaking softly and quietly, as she usually did with him, she murmured out “No...It wasn’t quite the same. It didn’t...Ah...It’s hard to explain. It felt good, but not really in my butt, not in that area...When we do things the other way, it feels good down there, it feels nice in that spot. But when you were in my butt, it felt good more because...Well...Because it was dirty, it was different. It felt good more in my head, I suppose you could say. That’s not to say it didn’t feel good at all, I really liked it...” Bianca trailed off, suddenly feeling rather embarrassed about openly admitting that she had loved the stuffing he had given her rear. Timoteo grinned a little, saying “Go on. I’m curious.” She made a little “Mm” sound, like she were shy, but wouldn’t deny him answers.
“It felt good, I liked it, but it was different. Different, but not worse...” Timoteo rubbed at the back of her hand with his thumb, murmuring out “Did you like not using a condom? I loved it. You feel amazing...” Bianca smiled, blushing a bit, bringing her head up. “No more questions.” She mumbled out, pressing her lips to his. He lovingly kissed her back, but he still chuckled in his throat at her reaction to the question. They fully held hands, threading fingers, lightly kissing a few times before she rested again. They were quiet for a couple of minutes, Timoteo feeling quite content with the idea of slipping into a nap with her. Eventually though, she gently said “Those men are still alive. They’re still hunting. They’re making their way deeper into Darkwood...” Timoteo opened his eyes a little. “Want to find them, once they make camp somewhere?” He asked. Bianca quietly said “What happened to letting the wildlife take care of them?”
“Well, they killed the balverines your crows and ravens sent to them.” He simply said. She was quiet for a few seconds. He wasn’t sure what she was thinking about, but she started giving his hand a light squeeze. He kissed her on the head. “What’s on your mind?” Bianca was silent for another moment before she lightly said “It’s just...” She trailed off for a second before she simply said “Mm, it’s nothing...” “C’mon, you can tell me...” He affectionately said, giving her another kiss over her head. She took in a light breath before exhaling. She sounded hesitant as she said “Well...Okay. It’s just that...I can’t help but feel like...Well...Like you’ve changed a bit, since going to Darrah’s...” Timoteo’s expression turned curious. She gave his hand another light squeeze. “Before going to Darrah’s, I don’t think you would’ve been eager to hunt down those men prowling around...I’m probably wrong...I don’t know...I just feel like you’re a little angry, inside...About what, I don’t know...Unless it was that maid at Darrah’s home...”
Timoteo blinked, reminded of Amanda. He wondered if she was right. He certainly thought she had deserved to die, at least. “You said such cold things about her, before...” Bianca mumbled. He rubbed his thumb along the back of her hand. His eyes only partially open, he looked down at her head, gazing along her black strands. “...Nobody’s ever really betrayed me before, not like that. That cut deep. If someone’s turned against me, they’ve never been someone I thought was a friend.” “I know it must’ve hurt...But you don’t have to let it keep hurting.” She simply said, looking up a little, meeting his eyes. “I know, you’re right...It’s not easy.” He quietly said. He smiled a little, saying “But, you can help me forget.” Bianca smiled a little, mumbling out “Mhm...” She moved a little closer, tilting her head back just a bit more, letting her meet his lips with her own. He closed his eyes, kissing her tenderly, feeling her give his hand a bit of a stronger squeeze.
After a few kisses, there was the sound of flapping wings just outside her window, the two looking over as a crow tapped it’s beak against the window a few times, letting out a throaty grumble. Bianca smiled a little, starting to slowly get up from the bed. “It’s Abel, hang on, I’ll let him in...” She happily said, walking over towards the window when she was up on her feet. Timoteo remained lying on the bed, looking over as Bianca opened up the window. Aside from her stockings and garter belt, she was completely nude. She held out a hand for Abel, puckering her lips and making light smooching sounds. Abel quickly stepped on the back of her hand, throwing his head back as he gave a light caw. She smiled, raising her hand to her shoulder, letting him step on to her. Timoteo wondered if she found Abel’s talons painful as he stepped on her bare shoulder, but if so, she didn’t make her discomfort apparent. He stepped close to her neck, relaying his message, Bianca glancing at Timoteo in the middle of the message.
When Abel was finished, Bianca said “Thank you for telling me, Abel...Want a treat?” Abel crooned in his throat, nestling the side of his face against some of Bianca’s soft hair. Timoteo smiled a little with amusement. Bianca smiled happily, turning to Timoteo, saying “One of the men was just killed. A balverine snuck up on him, but it was killed before it could get rid of any of the rest. I know where the body is. We can check it, see if it has any clues as to what the hunters really want.” Timoteo nodded, sitting up on the edge of the bed, saying “Okay, sounds good.” Bianca smiled pleasantly, walking over towards her bedroom door, saying “I’ll just need a minute, I’ll give Abel an apple slice...” Timoteo watched her leave, starting to get dressed in the meantime. When Bianca had returned, he already had his underwear and pants on, doing up the fastening on his pants when she walked in. She stepped over to her chair, reaching in to her cloak, pulling out her obsidian dagger.
Abel watched keenly as she brought a sweet yellow apple to her windowsill, Bianca using her dagger to cut him a modest slice, not wanting to give him too much in case he either got sick or didn’t even finish the piece, at all. Abel seemed so eager for the apple piece that he was inching near the edge of her shoulder, being careful not to fall down from his perch. Bianca reached over, carefully scooping up the bundle of black feathers in her right hand, gently bringing him down on his feet to the windowsill. He quickly walked over to the apple piece, starting to nibble on it, biting out little pieces here and there. By then, Timoteo was fully dressed aside from his socks, slipping them on as Bianca walked over to the bed. She pulled her shirt on, first. Slipping on her tiny pair of black panties next, she pulled on her skirt, fully dressed once more. He grabbed his pack as she walked over to her desk, grabbing her jewellery. Slipping a ring on her left middle finger, she put another on her right thumb, Timoteo only catching a glimpse of them, only able to notice that the rings were made of polished silver.
She pulled on her necklace, made from a black cord with numerous little circular pieces of red stone on it, like beads. It reminded him of the necklace she had given him ages before, the one with silver metal bones hanging from it; even now, after all this time, he was still wearing it. She pulled her black cloak on after, leaving her hood down. They both slipped their boots on, Bianca needing a minute to lace them up. When they were finally ready, Bianca slipped her dagger back into a pocket on her cloak, then grabbed his piece of jet for her, slipping it into another pocket on her cloak. “Ready?” He asked, pulling open her bedroom door. She nodded quietly, the two stepping outside, heading over to the front door, leaving the cottage...
“Calvin, it’s me, Gibbons. I want to let you in on something I heard about.” Calvin leaned back in his chair, no longer wrapped up as tightly with animal furs as he had once been. Having started getting used to the cold of Snowspire, he had required less warmth from the furs that day, something he felt a bit proud of. “Lemme hear it, Gibbons.” Calvin answered, holding his Seal in his right hand. “You know the Witchwood Arena?” Gibbons’ question made Calvin’s brow furrow a little, the young Hero rapidly blinking twice. “Yeah, it’s where people could enter competitions, kill monsters, get gold and fame. Heroes usually put on good shows. Last Arena Champion was the Hero of Oakvale.” “Right. Well, I heard that the League’s taken the Arena, and that they’re doing something with it. Turning it into their base maybe, I don’t know.” Calvin sat up a little, the furs around him parting a bit, the cold air swirling against his chest, running down into the little cacoon of furs he had set up. “Their base?” He repeated.
“If it’s true, I don’t think I need to tell you what this could mean. Well, maybe I do, considering you’re freezing yourself up there in Snowspire.” Gibbons said, causing Calvin to roll his eyes. “If it’s their base, Calvin, we can hit ‘em. If we can get their leaders together in one building, we’ve got them! We could rally every Hero we can find, lead an assault on the Arena, cripple the League!” “And how would we do that, Gibbons?” Calvin simply said. “Rally the last Heroes? Do you know how silly that sounds? How would you spread word of your plan without having the League kick in your door? How would you know anybody that allied with you wasn’t a League spy? How do you know anybody would ally with you at all?” Gibbons quickly said “I could-” before he trailed off. He sighed heavily. They were both quiet for a few seconds. “...I’m sorry for snapping.” Calvin said. “I don’t blame you. It was stupid.” Gibbons simply said. “Not entirely...” Calvin said, his eyes darting around as he thought over Gibbons’ suggestion.
“Getting help from other Heroes isn’t gonna happen, but that doesn’t mean we can’t still do something.” “Without help, walking up to the Arena would be suicide, Calvin. I wouldn’t be able to kill them all by myself. I mean, I’m good, but not that good. The Arena is a fortress, and if the League is really making it their headquarters, then they’re gonna have a small army there at all times.” Calvin went quiet, not being sure how to respond. Eventually, Gibbons said “How’re things up in Snowspire, anyway?” Calvin nodded gently, saying “Fine, fine...You know, the cold’s not as terrible as you think it is. It takes some getting used to, sure, but it can be kind of refreshing. Exhilarating, even.” “You’re wrapped in bear and deer fur, aren’t you?” Gibbons remarked. Calvin glanced downwards. “...Yes.” “Hah! Don’t tell me the cold is fine when you’re not even cold, Calvin.” Gibbons said, laughing a little. Calvin didn’t laugh, his expression serious.
“...There’ve been a few people coming to Snowspire, the last few days. I think I recognized one of them from the Guild. So far, I don’t think anybody from the League has come up here, but I’m sure the people here have heard about it and what it’s doing. But, you know, I don’t think the people here are as suspicious of Heroes as the people on the mainland. I think the only Heroes the people in Snowspire have had real contact with are Scythe, Briar Rose, and the Hero of Oakvale. Other than those three, I don’t think they ever really had Heroes in the public mind, and all those three did was help out during the Summoner Crisis. Hell, Scythe protected Snowspire single-handedly against Summoners, Wraiths, and all sorts of stuff during the issues up here.” “Well, with those three as examples, I can see why they wouldn’t be as hostile. Scythe probably creeped the hell out of them though, heh heh.” Gibbons said, chuckling.
Calvin smiled a little. “The family I’m staying with knows I’m a Hero, and they don’t have a problem with it. They like it, actually. They think I’m like their personal protector. But, I know I can’t do anything to make it obvious I’m a Hero, anyway. No point in drawing attention to myself. And, if all these new people coming up here are Heroes too, then...I’m starting to get a little worried.” “How come?” Gibbons asked. Calvin raised his eyebrows, worriedly saying “Snowspire is like a little haven, and if some Hero is clumsy about coming up here, or just has bad luck and gets caught, it could bring the League’s eyes up here in force. If they knew Heroes were coming up here to hide, they’d send up teams to try and find us. It’d throw Snowspire into chaos, and all the normal people here would probably start to resent us; they might even side with the League. If people just aren’t careful, it could ruin Snowspire for all of us.” “True...” Gibbons muttered.
Calvin was quiet for a second before he asked “Hey, have you heard from Brute or Darrah? I haven’t heard from either of them in ages.” “No, I haven’t...Brute should still be in Knothole Glade, and I think Darrah went home to her family.” “I guess it’s to be expected. Communicating with our Seals is just going to keep getting more and more dangerous. I haven’t heard from Timoteo in a while either, but I guess he’s still with Bianca. Marst is still gone, no response from her Seal.” “Hm...Well-” A young woman, maybe a year or two older than Calvin, appeared in the doorway of his room. With pale skin and bright blonde hair, a creamy tunic of animal furs to keep her warm, she looked like a typical Snowspire denizen. She looked at Calvin worriedly, clearing her throat, causing him to look over. “Calvin, there’s another ship coming in, and the men coming up to Snowspire are dressed in black...They look angry.” Calvin’s eyes went wide. “What did she say?” Gibbons asked.
Calvin quietly said “I’ll talk to you later, Gibbons.” He dropped his Seal on to the table in front of his chair, the blue glow surrounding it disappearing instantly. He stood up from the chair, urgently saying “Show me.” The girl nodded, walking off down the hallway, Calvin following after her...
“There he is...” Bianca quietly said, walking over towards the corpse. In a small clearing by a dirt path in Darkwood, not far from a burbling little stream, there lay the corpses of a man and a balverine. They were still quite fresh, no unpleasant smell having appeared, no flies attracted to the decomposing flesh. Abel stood on the dead man’s chest, looking around. Timoteo walked over and knelt down beside the body. The balverine had viciously torn out the man’s throat, leaving it a red maw of mutilated muscles under his chin. It had slammed it’s claws into his stomach a few times, it seemed, before it was killed as well; the bloodied holes dotting the balverine’s body suggested it had been shot close to a dozen times before it finally perished. The dead man’s companions must have been interested in taking his pack of supplies, as it was nowhere to be seen. “Let’s see if he’s got anything of note on him...” Timoteo muttered, undoing and pulling open the dead man’s black wool jacket.
Abel hopped down from the corpse, walking over towards the balverine. Timoteo noticed a pocket inside the man’s chest, around the chest area. Reaching inside, he felt a pair of folded-up pieces of parchment. “I think I’ve got something. A note, ironically.” He said, pulling the parchments out. “What does it say?” Bianca asked, watching him unfold it. His eyes slowly narrowed a little as he silently read what was on the two pieces of parchment.
“Warrant for Arrest and Execution
The Witch of Darkwood is our greatest priority. As the Witchspotters of Albion, we are pledged to hunt down witches and those under their influence wherever they may be - that includes places like the region of Darkwood. She’s been running wild in Darkwood for decades now, and stands accused of just about every single possible crime a female Will-user is capable of. People have died by the dozens in Darkwood the last few years, it seems like nobody ever gets through in one piece unless they’ve got a family of mercenaries to watch their back. While these deaths could be attributed to the natural dangers of Darkwood, it is widely believed these deaths are a direct result of the Witch of Darkwood. She likely has strong territorial feelings about Darkwood, or is, more likely, simply a bloodthirsty murderer. If you can’t capture her, kill her and set fire to her corpse to ensure she can’t send her spirit into a new vessel, a common trick witches use to try and throw off pursuers. If you can capture her, by all means, do so. I will oversee her execution personally.
Be on the lookout for caves, hovels, or little huts up in trees. We all know these are the favoured dwellings of witches. If you cannot find her or her dwelling, then look for any trace of Dark Will: effigies, markings that appear to be runes, or walking shadows. It is likely the Witch of Darkwood frequents these places. Should you find any trace of Dark Will, but no trace of the Witch herself, do not hesitate to report back and request additional aid. I am prepared to authorize sending our whole might upon Darkwood.
I don’t need to tell you how much of a victory it would be for the Witchspotters, the League, and all of Albion’s good people if we took this infernal woman to the stake. If we end the threat the Witch poses, Albion will be that much safer, not to mention another blasted Hero will be wiped off the face of our fair country. No witch or her thrall will escape our influence, wherever they may be. Do your duty, and you’ll do the rest of us proud.
Vincent Hopkins,

Witchspotter General
L.K.”
“It’s not good.” He simply said, standing up fully. He handed the pieces of parchment to Bianca, and she had to squint a little to sharpen her eyes enough to read the parchment, holding it close to her face. He smiled a little, apologetically saying “Sorry, I forgot.” She smiled faintly, handing him the parchment pieces, letting him read them to her. Her expression grew grave as he went along. When he finished, she quietly said “I had a feeling the League or somebody else would eventually come for Grizelda...She can defend herself, but against an army of people with firearms?...I don’t think so.” Her expression turned a little worried, and she took a few steps off to the side, pacing back eventually. “I can’t even warn her right now, she’s still going to be gone for a few days...And if these Witchspotters find the cottage, they’ll just find us. We’ll have to defend ourselves, but if the Witchspotters disappear, this “Hopkins” man may just send more into Darkwood.”
Timoteo’s eyes fell to the signature at the bottom of the second parchment piece, “L.K.”. “These initials, here...They’re not Hopkins’.” He said. Bianca glanced at him, then looked at the parchment. “No...But the title of Witchspotter General makes it seem like Hopkins runs the group. Who would “L.K.” be? They must be important, if they have their signature by Hopkins’.” She murmured out. “I’ve never even heard of the Witchspotters of Albion...Maybe it’s a branch of the League, or something. Maybe it’s another group that’s gotten brave, now that they have firearms.” Timoteo muttered, folding the parchment pieces back up. Bianca held her hands over her stomach, nervously playing with her fingers. Her eyes were growing more and more worried as she said “I’m not sure what we should do. Darkwood is my home, it’s my bastion. If the League or the Witchspotters invade it, I’ll...I’ll have lost three homes. The place I was born, the Guild, and now here...If Grizelda was here, she’d know how to handle this. I can’t just sit idly by and hope that the Witchspotters don’t find anything to make them think about getting more people in Darkwood...”
Timoteo slipped the parchment pieces into his pocket, taking a step closer to her. He interrupted her nervous finger-fiddling, slipping his hands into her’s. She looked up to his eyes. He smiled a little, gently saying “It’s going to be alright. We can avoid them. You can have your crows send balverines and hobbes after them, anything it takes to get rid of them. Others can watch the cottage, warn us if they come close.” Bianca blinked, nodding once, her blood-red eyes turning reassured. “Yes, you’re right...As long as we don’t confront them directly, they should not find anything to make them think we’re here. One of them is already dead...The rest will have their time.” Timoteo said “Right. Feel better?” Bianca smiled gently, murmuring out “Yes, thank you.” Timoteo’s stomach grumbled faintly. Bianca smiled happily, slipping one hand away from his, reaching over and touching his stomach. “You’re finally hungry?” She asked.
He smiled a little more, saying “Yeah, heh heh...Burned a lot of energy earlier. Are you feeling better, by the way?” Bianca started to walk down the path with him, walking away from the corpses, holding hands with him. “I’m still a bit sore, but it’s better than before.” She lightly said. Abel flew over to Bianca’s shoulder, perched on her as she walked along. “Sorry if I was a bit rough, there wasn’t all that much moisture, but I couldn’t hold back, eventually...” “Don’t be sorry. It was good.” She lightly said, her cheeks twinging with pink. He smiled widely at her, giving her hand a squeeze. She squeezed back, smiling happily as well, starting to walk off the path with him, heading off into the trees.
Far away from Darkwood, at Alexander’s illustrious estate, Darrah sat in a white wooden chair out on the mansion grounds, enjoying a noontime picnic with a few childhood friends. In a white dress with her hair neatly kept back with a jewelled hairband, she took a sip from a valuable white stone cup, the dainty little thing decorated with sapphires in crisscross patterns. She was the only one at the picnic not to have a servant at her beck and call, the only one not to have someone to do everything for her; this was seen as quite odd by most of her friends, but others secretly respected her independence. Everyone laughed as one of Darrah’s male friends told a joke, the joke directed at some rich, elderly woman that nobody at the group enjoyed the company of. A racket sounded up at the front gate to the estate, everyone looking over, one of Darrah’s female friends commenting “What is that racket? You’d think Carol-Ann was running through the grounds naked. Again.”
“That girl does love her ale. You’d think her parents would have a stricter word with her, after that incident.” Another girl in the group said. Darrah took another sip from her cup before standing up, turning around, and resting her cup down on her chair. “Darrah? Where are you going?” One of Darrah’s male friends asked. “I’m curious. I’m gonna see what the fuss is, over there.” She said, beginning to slowly walk off towards the front gate. Most of her friends glanced at each other. “She must be bored.” One of the girls said. “Must be. I can’t see what could be so interesting, visitors are a thing for guards. Maybe she’s expecting someone?” One of the young men said. “Ooh, maybe it’s that cute Hero she knows, you know, the mage that helped out against those disgusting bandits?” Another one of the girls said. Talking amongst themselves, most of them stood up from their chairs as well, followed by their maids or butlers as they walked after Darrah.
Darrah made her way over to the front gate, walking up a small stone staircase carved into the perimeter wall, looking out over the top at what the fuss was. A guard nearby glanced at her, quickly walking over, saying “Lady Darrah, this is nothing to be concerned about. Just some madwoman screaming for help. She’s speaking nonsense.” Darrah looked at the guard, firmly saying “I’ll be the judge of that.” The guard nodded, wisely keeping his silence. Darrah looked down at the figure banging her fists against the front gate. She narrowed her eyes a little. She couldn’t see the woman too well, but there was something about her that struck Darrah as familiar. She looked like she were in her late thirties, wearing a cheap and partially torn long-sleeved shirt, the shirt olive green in colour. She wore a blue skirt, the skirt dark with age. Cuts and scrapes were all along her bare legs, no shoes on the woman’s feet, her feet black with dirt.
She had a thick head of brown hair, her locks wavy, her hair reaching her shoulders behind her. She was a bit curvy, having a healthy bust and curvy hips, a healthy, womanly figure to her. She pounded at the front gate as hard as she could with her bare fists, her hands likely very sore from striking the thick wood of the gate. “Let me in!! I need to see the lord of the estate! I need help!” Darrah called down to the woman, surprising her into ceasing her banging. “What’s wrong? I’m the lord’s daughter, you can tell me what the issue is!” The guards on the perimeter wall glanced at each other. The woman looked up at Darrah, wide-eyed but excited to see she had finally gotten the attention of someone other than an indifferent guard. “Please, I need help! League members are tearing through my home city, they took my husband and son! They say...They say they’ll kill them if I don’t give them my other son! They’re tearing through Dattebayo as I speak, people need help, the League is killing-”
“Datteb...?” Darrah muttered, narrowing her eyes in curiosity. “Dattebayo is outside of your father’s fiefdom, Lady Darrah. It’s really none of our concern.” One guard said. Darrah ignored him. Calling down to the woman, Darrah asked “Is your other son a Hero?” The woman hesitated before she asked “A-Are you against Heroes?” Darrah called down “Answer the question! Is your son a Hero? Is his name Timoteo?” The woman’s expression turned astonished. “How...How do you know that? Do you know Tim?” Tears swam in the woman’s eyes. She laid her hands against the door, crying out “Do you know my son? Is he okay? Where is he?” Darrah’s eyes widened a little bit. She looked over at the guard beside her. “Open that gate in the next ten seconds, or I’ll have you flogged in front of the whole mansion!” She furiously hissed. The guards didn’t test her anger, rushing off to open the gate. Darrah’s friends smirked, purely because they enjoyed seeing anybody lower than them being threatened.
Darrah walked down to the mansion grounds again, standing in front of the gate as it was pulled open. The woman rushed in, falling into Darrah’s arms. “I’ve been running for days!...I’m exhausted!...” She panted out. Darrah noticed that cuts had been crushed open on the bottoms of the woman’s hands, simply from the blunt trauma of her crashing her hands against the front gate. “Do you know my son?...I haven’t seen him in years...” The woman loudly said, breathing hard, grabbing at Darrah. Darrah helped the woman stand, saying “Yes, I know him, he’s a close friend. He told me he was born in Dattebayo.” “Yes, yes!...He went to the Guild when he was ten...I...I need to sit down...” Darrah helped Timoteo’s mother down to the ground, asking “When was the last time you ate? Or drank, even?” “A few...Uh...I-I don’t remember. I can’t remember.” She said, sounding confused. Darrah looked at her friends, saying “Somebody get their helper over to the infirmary, we need some people down here to help her.”
One of Darrah’s friends nodded, looking at his maid, the young woman rushing off to do his bidding. “I don’t need food...I need help...My family!...” The woman breathed out, her throat choking up as tears ran down her cheeks, her bottom lip trembling. Darrah spoke surprisingly softly as she held out a hand to the woman. “I’ll help you. I know your son, I’ll bring him up here. We’ll save your family. But you can’t let yourself go to waste, my infirmary keeper will help you get your strength back. You’ll want to look good when you see Tim, won’t you?” The woman sobbed, a mixture of lingering despair and newfound relief. “Yes!...I do...” She reached up and took Darrah’s hand, letting her help her stand up again. Infirmary assistants began to rush out across the grounds, running over to the front gate. Smiling shakily, letting the infirmary assistants take her by the arms and guide her over towards the mansion, she looked at Darrah. “Thank you so much!...I can’t thank you enough!...”
Darrah smiled a little, watching Timoteo’s mother get helped off. “That was...Surprising.” One of Darrah’s friends said, walking over to her. “Why?” Darrah asked, looking over at the young woman. “She’s the mother of the man, the Hero, that helped save our home. Now her home and family are in trouble, and she came here, not even knowing if she’d get help. It probably took her close to a week to get here on foot from Dattebayo. She must’ve scrounged for food and water whenever she could, but she was still weak as a puppy. She needs help, and she deserves our’s.” Her friend’s eyes fell to the floor, trying to save face as she quickly said “Well y-yes, I know, I just mean, I...” The girl fell silent. Darrah glanced at the rest of her friends, saying “I’ll have to excuse myself from the rest of the picnic. I’d like to see how Tim’s mom comes along.” Her friends simply nodded, Darrah beginning to walk off towards the mansion, following after the infirmary assistants.
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