Qit'ria had been murdered in the grounds of their home, undead had been sent against them. But neither of those were what made the young Champion of Famula step back in amazement. No. That was something quite different.
There were people here. Here. To help them.
Her hand in Padraig's tightened and started to shake. "They came?" Faith whispered to him and she smiled up at him. That these people were friends was without doubt to Faith, but that they were here, prepared to stand and fight against an unknown, undoubtedly dangerous opponent because of that? It brought a swirling rush of emotion to the young woman which she could not easily put into words. So, Faith did what Faith would always do; she went to facts. "Well, we're going to have to make a lot of beds. I told you that my obsessive need to make blankets would come in handy one trial, didn't I?" Briefly, as she said it, she leaned her head against him and breathed out. "They came," her voice trembled with emotion. "I nearly didn't write the letter."
But then, she stood up, pulled her shoulders back and straightened her back. Then, she went in too the room.
"We truly have no words." Faith said, looking at the people who had come, answering her call. "To each of you, we are so very grateful. If I do anything other than say that, I am going to get so emotional that I can't do this. And I need to do this. So thank you will have to do, but please believe it comes from the deepest gratitude. So, to summarise." She breathed in and pressed her fingers together, pad to pad, as she looked down at her hands for just a moment. Then, she raised her head and began to speak.
"One hundred and sixteen undead attacked our house last night. They were stopped by our very dear friend, Qit'ria, who lost her life in the process. Her baby, Caza, is here and is being protected. I found Qit, and I've spent last night and part of to-trial investigating the murder." Faith kept her breathing regular, her voice calm and, when she looked at them, her expression was calm although her face was pale. "I have detailed notes on placement, measurements, we've retrieved wells and I have experienced the death of each and every one of them." She'd told Padraig what she had done, but she hadn't entirely laid it out so starkly before. It was no wonder that she was shaking. "The majority of them were simply reanimated from death and had no information. However, there were five which gave us information."
Five tortured individuals, chosen to be made into specific and truly horrifying types of undead, Faith explained. "The woman in question is called Ellasin. I have seen her, I know what she looks like. I believe she is a Lich, but how in the name of all the Immortals she gets to look so pretty and be one, I do not know. She's powerful. Very powerful." Breathing in, Faith purposely calmed her nerves and continued.
"We have the soulstones and the wells that she used. I am hoping that these will be able to lead us to her. So. Cards on the table. They attacked because I am Famula's Champion. I have been for a while. I have recently developed the ability to remove the necromancy spark from mages. I've used it here, in Rharne, when a necromancer had been working with an alchemist and created a plague which killed and then trapped souls. I guess we drew attention. So. That leads us to the plan."
They'd met in a large room, soft overstuffed armchairs dotted around Faith put down, on the table there where Katie and Luna had provided tea and fruit juice, a bag with the items of importance in there. "The plan is to protect this place, these people. Our children." Looking at Padraig, her emotions flickered briefly and her lower lip trembled. But then, she drew on the main emotion she was feeling . "Once we are sure that the people here are safe, which is being done as we speak, we investigate. We find her. I take her spark from her and we bring her to justice." Faith's eyes shifted colour, becoming a deep ruby red as she spoke.
"In whatever form she forces us to do it. I suspect she will not go down without a fight and frankly that's just fine with me." Looking at them, she smiled. "You are our friends, our family, our people. This is dangerous, of that there is no doubt in mind. If you want to back out, do it now." Because she wasn't stopping until Ellasin was no longer a threat. To anyone. "If not, then my plan is that we each lay it out here, what we can bring to the fight. Our skills, abilities, anything and everything we can. We have a lot of books on necromancy, this isn't our first Lich," she said, motioning to Padraig. "So, first, we share what we're happy to share and then, we research and investigate. If you're happy to."