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Silent Isopel

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Isopel did not know how they had made it into the Orcs' village. They were...travelling? Yes. They were travelling. They could not remain in their old home. It was too...ugly. And too painful.

It was easy travel, though. Isopel's hunger had faded, and so they didn't need to scavenge for food. Isopel's tiredness had faded, and so they didn't bother sleeping. At first, they panicked and obsessed over this, but now, they were more pragmatically concerned. Namely, with covering their hideous form and with being ignored by anything that passed them. It helped that plants seemed to wither and die at their touch, and animals seemed to reflexively retreat. But people were not so fearful, and so that is what Isopel was primarily concerned about.

Wrapping the cloths as tightly as they could around their body, they idly shuffled through the streets, slowly. Perhaps Isopel looked like a bundle of moving clothing, wrapped around a tiny figure, a sort of cloth elemental. Or perhaps, more likely, Isopel looked like a freak that everyone would be glad to see gone.
 
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Udalof walked along the road to the village, coming back from a hunting trip. He carried two deer over his back and their antlers at his hip. As he passed he saw a young child, human like himself, but the child had an odd aura about him.

"Kid, what are you doing here?"
 
Isopel did not hear Udalof. Instead, Isopel walked straight into Udalof, stumbling back and staring upwards. Udalof, perhaps, would notice, now that they were not staring fixedly at the ground, that their eyes were a pale light, as if someone had plucked the very stars from the skies and placed them into the child's eyes, staring out.

Isopel stared for a moment, and then suddenly withdrew their hands. One was paler than the other, rotting and frail, chunks of bone visible beneath tattered, oversized gloves. They quickly performed a sudden string of hand gestures, staring up expectantly.
 
Udalof looked down on the kid. "What in hell's name happened to you?"

He dropped the deer and crouched down to meet the kid's eye. He looked him over, this wasn't normal.

"Come with me, let's get you to the elder."
 
Isopel stared, silently. They retracted their hands, frowning. After a moment, they pointed to themselves, and then to Udalof, and then raised an eyebrow, in a rather animated fashion, as if trying to communicate something wordlessly.
 
He didn't understand any of the gestures, but he also guessed that the child was mute. So he called out.

"Shê-goræ, get the elder, he needs to see this."
 
Isopel stared blankly, for a moment, seeing Udalof call out. Thinking that there was nothing left for them, they retracted their hands, hiding them away, as if ashamed by their own form. Isopel then went to walk around Udalof, and begin shuffling away, staring at the ground blankly.
 
Udalof moved to stop the child, his hand placed gently on his chest. He looked into the child's face, his expression showing concern.
 
Isopel was easily stopped. They turned around, gasping and blinking rapidly. A hideous sludge seemed to spew out of their body, a panicked look spread across their face, glancing about rapidly and grabbing at Udalof's arm. The substance was a putrid colour, a dark black with purple streaks and pinpricks of light. They pulled their arm back, stumbling away and trying to wipe the substance away, quickly using their hands to produce another series of signs, as if Udalof would now suddenly understand.
 
Udalof certainly didn't understand the meaning, but he understood one thing. This child needed help. And help arrived soon when an elderly orc came to them.

"Sir, this child, he's not natural. Can you tell me what is wrong with him?"

"Bring him to my hut."
 
Isopel would go to stumble away, clearly attempting to simply get away from the two. They grabbed at their own mouth, eyes widening further. It was quite clear they did not want to go with either of them.
 
Udalof got in front of the kid, crouching and holding his hands out in a peace gesture. He guessed that the kid was deaf, but he hoped that he could read lips.

"We're trying to help you." He says slowly.
 
Isopel shuffled forwards, blinking and staring up at Udalof, dumbly. They frowned, and moved to try and shuffle around Udalof, evidently not understanding the gesture or the lip-reading.
 
The elder cast a quick sleep spell on the boy, one that was simple and easy to cast. He had learnt some time ago.

"What is he elder?"
 
...but nothing happened. Isopel reeled around, eyes burning with a sickly glow. They grabbed at their own mouth, the sickly blight going to begin to spew back out. They stumbled away, glaring at the elder, trying to contain the corruption.
 
The elder stood shocked. "This is no magic that I am familiar with. You know where the mages learn, take him there. Maybe they will know more."
 
Isopel glared at the two. After a moment, the sludge dripping onto the ground, seeming to corrode and blight the ground below. They stared at the two, as if in a stand off, waiting for them to do something. They remained silent.
 
There was a long pause, as they stared and watched and waited for something to happen. And when nothing did, they turned and went to begin walking away, again.
 
Isopel did not respond to their conversation. They bundled up their clothing, cowling themselves as best they could, and then they continued to shuffle away. They fixed their eyes on the ground, staring at it as they walked, not even looking up to where they were walking.
 
Uhfred followed from a distance, hiding in the shrubbery and underbrush to keep away from the child's sight.
 
Isopel did not notice. Staring fixedly at the ground, the path, there was little to no chance they would ever notice. They just...kept walking. Through the village, and heading towards the end of it. Aimlessly.
 
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