Did they think she was just going to go away?
Did they think she wasn’t going to be watching and waiting?
If so, they don’t know Wessex. Hell, no one really knows Wessex. Hunting has made her patient, even when she’s seen what lies beyond. Even with the lush forest full of healthy, plump wildlife staring right back at them - animals who are utterly unafraid. With the stars and the river - goddamnit, to be in this cage is too much to bear when it’s all so close. When that is what they’ve been missing. If only they knew. If only they knew!
The black-cloaked woman lingers in the darkness, the moon covered by clouds, and the edges of the clearing around The Spire kissed by the tendrils of fog. She watched as Roana, Evie, and Maea left the besieged area and headed for the Settlement earlier in the day, but chose not to follow up. If they returned, she missed them. Rory is nowhere to be soon, neither is Amalia. Both of which are good things, ultimately. The last thing Wessex wants to do is to hurt the two of them, but she’ll be damned if she lets them stop her, either. The images of physically fighting Rory would make her ill if nausea was a thing she still experienced.
No, this will be done without bloodshed, if possible. She is adamant about that. Her fellow Caidonites have nothing to fear from her, so she should be able to pass amongst them easily. Same with 108 and Kristopher. Aedion and Lucas might have a more difficult time, but that’s why they (should be) wearing black and hitting it under the cover of night. Some small miracle has kept the sliver of a moon hidden away, but with their Night Vision, and their extra speed, they should be able to pass through the crowd easily enough. She already knows Sam won’t show up, that much was obvious at their meeting. Which, again, is probably to their benefit.
So around one in the morning - when everyone should be asleep - Wessex gives a low owl call to the other four and moves forward, bow and quiver strapped tightly against her body, a sword at her side, and her hand-blades sheathed. There’s also a ball of sturdy string in one of her cloak pockets, because you never know when you’re going to need to tie something.
With any luck, the rest of Team Ascended would still be at their stations around the perimeter and enter in a rough circle, literally closing in on The Spire from multiple angles. They would be spread out to minimize detection. Then, once they reach the big black obelisk, all they had to figure out how to open it, get in, go up - or down? The task seems gargantuan, almost. Overwhelming, almost. But oh, how Wessex loves a challenge.
Move quickly. Quietly.
Don’t get caught. If you do, don’t give up the rest.
Drink from The Lady first.
Bring weapons. Tools. Whatever might be useful.
That was all the advice she could offer; Wessex learned a long time ago that you can’t help what others do, you can only control yourself. They were going in relatively blind. But damnit, they were going to go in, come hell or high water, booby traps, or all of the above.
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This is a PQ to get into The Spire and lift The Barrier! It takes place in the early hours of the morning on the day after Maea’s PQ.
108, Kristopher, Aedion, and Lucas have first dibs. If they do not want a slot, you may claim a space if your character genuinely wants to get into The Spire AND lift The Barrier. Keep in mind that if your character is not an Ascended, there may be extra risks associated with joining.
48 hours to respond. Posting order does not matter.
1. Lucas
2. 108
3. Aedion
4. Kristopher
WESSEX come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts
unsex me here
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