Too quiet... (Open to one)

[Flint]

Having pitched a tent, Sierra sat by her campfire. Though she was a god of deceit, shadows, and manipulation, she did enjoy the warmth granted by flames every now and then. Watching the flames that cast an orange light across her smooth face, she became wary of the dangerous territory she was treading in.

Connlaoth were intolerant of magic users for the most part. If she were discovered, they'd likely accuse her of being a witch, try to burn her at the stake. That had been attempted before, and the goddess had no intention of it happening again.

She had a reason for being here. Had she a second choice, Sierra would probably be in Essyrn, or maybe up in Hyoite. Away from this wretched place. There was a man here, in this province. A man that was well suited for the plans brewing in her cunning mind. The man who would serve her, given the correct motivation.

However, he was currently preoccupied. The goddess did not want to approach him until he was alone, calm of mind, and preferably unarmed. She'd been following him long enough now to know he was the one she needed.

As much as she did want to approach this man, the thief Flint, Sierra was enjoying sitting idle, alone with her thoughts. Warm, and (as far as she was aware) safe.

[Tacocat86]

Mages, scourge of the land here in Connlaoth. Many nobles shared this opinion. That was why Creed was out here. A wealthy nobled had offered him a job to bring in any mage for a reward. Creed personally had no clue where to look, so he just decided to camp out in the Sirantil Valley and wait.

So he took staked out a position in some tall grass, and lay prone with his cloak concealing him and blending into the area. For several hours he attempted to entertain himself, playing with Des, restringing his bow, and jotting down ideas in a small notebook.

Hour upon hour passed, and his eyelids grew heavy. He tried to keep his eyes open, and succeeded.. for a small bit. Not half an hour later, he was unconscious in the grass, clinging onto his bow with Des flying overhead keeping a watchful eye out.

He awoke several hours later to the sound of a fire crackling faintly in the distance. He slowly and quietly rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. Des landed next to him and pecked his shoulder three times. His eyes snapped open wide, and he looked towards the fire. He vaguely made out a figure next to a tent. He extended his Mordecai aura, and felt that she had magic. He chuckled softly to himself, here was a contract fulfilled. He notched an arrow and drew back the bow string. He drew a long breath and slowly exhaled. At the end of the exhalation, he let the arrow fly, aiming to harm, not to kill. Not yet anyway.

[Flint]

The arrow had shocked her. Piercing her skin, it caused Sierra to scream in agony before she dissipated into the trees as a cloud of shadows, reappearing behind an old oak. The arrow had made an exit wound, protruding from her right calf, piercing the shadowy gown draped around her. With the flick of her wrist, a blade of shadow reached out of her skin, slicing the arrow in two.

Pulling out the arrow, she began to float two inches off of the ground, to keep the weight off of her foot. The goddess needed to assess her situation. It was likely a mage hunter who had shot her. Their kind was as common as the rats that lurked in city streets around Connlaoth. She began to realise her mistakes. Coming here alone was foolish. She should have manipulated some gullible mercenary to accompany her, or maybe she should not have come here at all. Believing the war would keep the mage hunter's eyes off her, Sierra had deemed it safe to go and watch the thief for a while. She had almost been prepared to approach him when she set down camp.

"It is foolish to challenge the gods", she proclaimed, drifting between the trees to try and get a glimpse of her attacker. After a brief moment, she did. Wide set, strong looking with brown hair. He was surely one of these mage hunters she had seen in the past. And judging from his position from her camp, he was a good shot. She raised a slender arm, sending two spikes of solid shadow speeding for his chest, before shrouding herself in shadow. This would allow her to disappear for a couple of seconds, but with her current wound, and the shock, her powers would not be as strong as they could be.