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Hoarfrost	It was bloody. The otherwise insignificant clearing reeked of fresh death. Wet copper and sweet spoiling flesh. Two vivisected carcasses hang from different trees slowly dripping the last of their coagulating their vital fluids. More lumps lay against the clearing's edge lacking identifiable shapes. Their bodies stripped of the most valuable parts and callously tossed aside. The only thing that speaks to what they were in life is the striped fur. Amid the carnage a single small figure kneels on the dirt before one of the more coherent forms. Long white hair pools around its drab clothing. Blood up to it's elbows as it works on the large form. The woman speaks quietly as she works, as if there was another having a conversation. "Almost done. That wasn't so bad hmmm?"
Ivory Maiden	Ivory Maiden Ivory Maiden, Undefeated of the Underworld walks through the pathless woods, tracking the her target through the sheer amount of carnage they had left behind. She had been instructed to gather the souls of the guilty, and that is what she was doing. As she crept along, she saw a figure, elbow deep in one of the bodies of the fallen, she silently draws her soulsteel skycutter, 3 yards long and points it at the figures back. She speaks in a low hushed tone, one that belies the reverence of the grave. "Are you responsible for this?"
Hoarfrost	The figure startles, too engrossed in her task to have noticed the approach of another. There is a sickening squelch of flesh as she removes her hands from the beast. Though there is no discernible entry point, or incision. No indication how she had her hands in it's flesh at all. The woman stands turning to the other. Spattered in blood and dirt. Her pure white hair, pale ruby eyes and pale skin she could be a resident of the underworld herself. "Which part?" she says perhaps a hair unwisely looking down three yards of spectral steel. She holds her hands curiously, out in front of her and palms up. If it's a martial stance its incredibly sloppy. Eyes searching the clearing she nods to the corpses. "The Killing or the healing" glancing back to the beast behind her. Its chest slowly rising and falling with its breath.
Ivory Maiden	Ivory Maiden stows her weapon, looking as if she's displeased with your answer. "The killing. Though based on the fact that creature is now breathing, I can figure out that you're not guilty... Unless your aim is to trick me... But you seem honest." Tho she has not introduced herself yet, this womans paleness is near equal to your own, her hair put up to appear short, its shock white color nearly matching her skin. She looks over the woman standing in front of her "Have you visited the Underworld as well? What are you doing here?"
Hoarfrost	"I'm glad we have that settled." The shorter woman says with the simmering frustration of someone interrupted in the middle of a complex task. The tone doesn't seem to match the otherwise wispy form. Still she eyes the strange woman, her stranger armor and not to mention the weapon no sane person should be able to lift like that. "My name is Hoarfrost I am a guardian of these woods. I stumbled upon a group of poachers killing these beasts for their ivory, kidneys, and for some Gaia forsaken reason gonads. I'm no hunter so I have spent my time healing the one I could save." Giving a slight bow, being perhaps overly careful not taking her eyes off her new friend. "The shadowlands did not invent albinism, though they have taken it as their trademark. I'm sorry ." weirdly enough she earnestly does seem sorry.
Ivory Maiden	"I have come here to hunt the wicked... perhaps once you have finished your healing I can help you punish these poachers if they are as vile as you say. My name is Ivory Maiden, Undefeated of the Underworld, what is your name?" The strange woman continues to look around, as if expecting trouble at any moment, her eyes sharp, cruel, and sad.
Hoarfrost	"A pleasure to -uh meet you, Ms. Ivory." Voice a hair flat as she says it "Well there are plenty to hunt then. I have been dealing with poachers for years. Some I can spook off most keep trying to come back." Reluctant to turn away from the figure she returns her focus to her patient. Hands pressing as easily into the flesh as a needle would. "I don't bite you know. You can relax a little" After another moment of rooting around in the creature she gives a nod, pulling out a final time and taking a rag to wipe away the blood. "It should be well enough to flee when it wakes up." She says with some finality.
Ivory Maiden	"Ivory Maiden will do..." She says, somewhat sternly... proud of her title then, she must be. The darkly dressed woman seems to relax, just a little, eyes still searching for some invisible predator, or prey perhaps. She smiles slightly, though the expression looks somewhat scary on her face, "I am glad you healed the creature... now, shall we hunt these sinners? The guilty must pay the price for their crimes."
Hoarfrost	"Miss Ivory Maiden then." Reaffirming the name before turning to the south. "They headed that way" pointing out of the clearing with a still blood stained hand, " I imagine they are trying to get to the river to get heir ill gotten goods to Great Forks for trade." Tossing the bloodied cleaning rag aside she moves down the path the way she saw them flee. "We will have to move fast if we are going to catch them though. They must have an hour on us easy."
Ivory Maiden	Ivory Maiden smiles proudly "It should be no problem to catch them... let us move swiftly, we have justice to dish out."
Hoarfrost	The journey takes several hours. It is fortunate these poachers have been careless in their travels of the forest or it would be hard to track at these speeds. The ruts left by their carts and cut brush make it easy even a novice woodman could follow. It is fortuitus, someone so frail looking can manage such a hard run for so long. Soon though the pair manage to catch up. Tired from a day of hunting and bushwacking they have set up a camp on the edge of the Yanse River. Waiting till morning to trave east and into Great Forks. Hoarfrost pauses seening their campfire for some distance away. "There are twelve of them. They all know how to use a bow, and at least half of them know their way about a knife ... not that with armor like yours your likely to notice." Voice low as she crowches low.
Ivory Maiden	Ivory Maiden looks to Hoarfrost with a raised eyebrow "12 armed men is a hindrance for you? I can probably end most of them in a single blow, from here if you'd like." She draws Black Wind, the yard long, soulsteel skycutter and peers into it with a wicked smile "I can reap all these sinners in a moment, and deliver them to their graves."
Hoarfrost	"What is wheat to a scythe I suppose." Witch replies in a stage whisper. Crossing her bloodied arms in front of her. Looking out to the group. "I hope you sow as much as you reap, or the world will become not but dust." It seems less like a comment and more like a quote from a book or play. Watching what this individual is capable of.
Ivory Maiden	Ivory Maiden focuses for a moment, wielding Black Wind with expert focus, she draws a sharp quiet breath, and then tosses it with massive strength, chopping through tree trunks and branches as the blade travels through the sky hunting down the guilty with frantic bloodlust. All damage it would do would be doubled, and this attack would be undodgeable and strike all targets nearby the initial target.
Ivory Maiden	In a single moment, as trees fall with a loud crash, all twelve of the men are decapitated simultaneously, their blood spilling onto the ground in a gruesome display, some of it coagulating on Black Wind as 5 gleaming blades that trail behind its arc, their very souls being swallowed in its wake. The blade returns to Ivory Maidens hand, and she sheathes the weapon, before all the poachers headless bodies collapse to the ground. "Let us hope that this is a lesson these villains and those like them will not forget." She comments solemnly
Hoarfrost	To say she was shocked by the display is perhaps undersells the feat. Any mortal would be shocked at the sheer causal manner, that with which seemed to be a single wide stroke of the blade. Hoarfrost has served aside exalts for years. Lunars are not shy to flex their powers and challenge their friends and foes alike. Such martial feats are not unheard of. The crash of slain trees mingling with the wet thud of bodies. The howling of souls cast into the void. If she could turn a shade whiter she would. "I've never seen Soulsteel in person." Voice clinical other wise it might tremble. "It wrenched their souls from the cycle?" the slow momentum of her curiosity keeping her at ease.
Ivory Maiden	Ivory Maiden nods "Such is the fate for unrepentant killers. Eventually I will deliver them to the Underworld for judgement. But now your poacher problem is over, you're welcome." She offer coolly.
Hoarfrost	Eyes flicking from the weapon to the woman that wields it. "It is so. I suppose it is your right as an exalt to dispense justice as you see fit." Voice able to match if not beat coldness of voice. "I say that lessons are pointless if they have no life to repent in." holding up a blood caked hand to finalize the comment, she has spoken her piece on this. "Forgive my earlier interest in your panoply of spectral steel. I have never seen it ... function before. Call it ... morbid curiosity."
Ivory Maiden	Ivory Maiden smiles casually "It's no issue. And souls have plenty of time to learn lessons in the Underworld. Maybe they'll be returned to the cycle. Maybe not. My duty in life is to rebuke those who have wronged the dead. As far as my weapon is concerned, it's name is Black Wind if you want to do some research or whatever. So... now what?" She asked, as if the carnage around her bothered her none.
Hoarfrost	"I am told rumors occasionally from my family." Hoarfrost says now her focus turning to the ruined bodies and their camp. Walking about the mess careful where she places her bare feet. "Of exalts of the underworld called Death Knights. Might I assume you are one such creature if your mission is to drag souls there for judgement?"
Ivory Maiden	"In a manner of speaking. My emissary calls me her Death Knight, but.. I am not like the others. I glow golden like the sun, but they are black as night... She says it is because I am special, but I am not sure. Regardless of what I am, I am glad to serve her."
Ivory Maiden	Ivory Maiden looks back to Hoarfrost "I have done you a service. There may come a day when I call on you to return the favor. Do not disappoint me. For now I should go... there are greater evils for me to slay, and innocents for me to defend. I may come back here to see that you are doing well. For the time being, farewell."
Hoarfrost	"A Solar exalted then?" The witch offers. Part of her hoping explaining what she is would some how solve the strangeness of this. Giving a nod not thinking of barring the woman, not that she even thinks she could stop her if she wanted to. "Fair thee well then Ivory Maiden. Safe journies."