Welcome to Gaia! ::

Vic sighed and looked at the increasingly nervous Gambino representative standing off towards the center of the village. She was patrolling the outskirts, making sure that nothing befell the villagers before the Clan showed up. And they were taking their sweet bloody time about it. Vicatia didn't know how long she and her small squad could stay here. The GSF was having some trouble with the recent monster outbreaks and needed all of the men they could get, but Vic had wanted to do this, and it wasn't safe to travel alone after the appearance of the monsters.

The representative puttering around in the village square was a portly gentleman in a fine velvet suit. He was organizing the evacuees into able-bodied men and women and children, occasionally making a token effort to help someone pack their things. Most of the houses were boarded up at this point, and the men had gathered pitchforks and knives and other such common weapons. They were steadfast in their decision to forsake their homes, but they were all afraid of the monsters that could be anywhere. Those people would be much happier once a clan showed up to take her place.

Vic stopped her patrolling to help board up one last house, and glanced over to where the Gambino man was still fussing. There was another one who would be glad when the Clan arrived and this entire ordeal was over and done with. It was a good long walk to Barton from here.

Kharan's eyes swept over the little village. Things were indeed in a pitiful state. People fleeing their homes crowded in the center of town while a few, far fewer than Kharan might have liked, held makeshift weapons, prepared for the worst. The looks on their faces made Kharan smile slightly. So fearful, yet there they stand with weapons as if to hold off the raving hoards that would assault the town. How many would throw down their weapons at the first sight of the monsters, Kharan wondered. Very few. With their wives and children fleeing, the men would hold out far better than their meager skill would otherwise madate.

However, it made little difference. They had requested the aid of the Life Clan and had received it. Life would deal with the monsters well enough. Her fellows all were able-bodies and would smash the lines while she fired death above them.

Lumitae had ordered them to stay alert (which had been highly unneccesary. Eradiel was rarely not alert, Ignacio Kharan suspected of knowing this fact already, and her magical gaze was already sureying the area) and to begin investigating. Kharan picked out a few major targets to speak with. One was the well dressed man in the center of town and another seemed like the captain of the soldiers.

"Do we start with the man from Gambino or the guard captain?" Kharan wore her normal travelling clothes, but had also put on a pair of dark glasses. For some reason, her glowing irises when she used Vision tended to unnerve people. When she used Clairvoyance and her eyes turned completely golden, it seemed to worry them even more. So out of consideration for these peasants, she had donned the glasses to hide her eyes. This isn't to say her magic wasn't active, of course. She was simply hiding the visible signs from the villagers.


((As a note, from this point on, Kharan has Clairvoyance running, which makes it easier to tell when people are lying or deceiving her or what they're feeling))