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The village of Aegerslant was nestled away amidst the woodlands of the Vale. East of the Reach, and near the borders of minor houses, and all the peoples who toiled amongst the soil there in. It was one of the many villages frequented by Knights Sworn, and the squires they brought in tow. Between the bounds of the Wyld and the holdings of man.
Such circumstances tended to result in situations that needed the skills of those Knights of Anathaeum.
Syr Josai, and her Dawn counterpart would lead the patrol. and the Squires would follow. It was some days march from the Monastery, but the path was well traveled, and safe for those familiar with the land. Which, Syr Josai could not truly claim she was.
Most of her time was spent in the healer's hut, or the archives. From time to time, she would assist with an experiment or two in the nymphaeum chambers. Still, she remembered her days as a scout. And active missions were not so far removed from her experience.
"The reports read," She recited out loud as her spear's butt prodded at the earth ahead of her. Her large lizard companion, Snoot, slowly plod behind her on all fours, weighed down by packs of supplies and all manner of tools. "Spore spiders are infected with unknown disease, mushrooms harvested from their dens are inedible and they have become prone to seclusion in their burrows." She looked back at Haelyn and Ashling. "The giant arachnids tend to be docile, and friendly toward people," she looked back to the mission report. "Strange that it has become avoidant, especially when Jasper has always been such a trusting creature,"
Ahead of them, Aegerslant's amber stained windows gleamed gold in the sunlight. It became clear that this old village had learned how to use ancient trees as part of their architecture, working their tavern into the trunk of a great old-growth that still stood strong and proud. Homes nestled in the roots of other large trees, and some even seemed to grow out of the side of the trunks, like little fungal caps. Rope bridges crisscrossed like old webs higher in the canopy.
Josai's face scrunched up. "Additionally, their vegetable gardens have taken to spoiling, and plants have had a hard time taking root," she looked up at the village that loomed ever closer as they marched. "Whatever could have caused all this?" she wondered aloud.
Ashling Delaney
Haelyn Ravielle