A short meeting between Hope and her mother (Run by Sacheverell, aka Peleps Maruko (3 xp))

With posters outing her out as anathema, Hope had to be sneaky. In fact, she had to go at night, but not too late as she doesnt want to get kung fued by her own mother afterall. So, she runs through the woods, with a thick black cloak wrapped about her to hide her oralchium armor and bow slung over her back. She runs as fast as she can to the outskirts of the town where her family's cottage stands. Upon arriving, she wraps her knuckles on the door, hoping someone is home.

There's a pause, which stretches on just long enough to get worrying, and then the door creaks open slightly, revealing Medea's face. "Come in quickly," she says, pulling the door a litte bit further open, then shutting it once Hope is inside. She gives the young solar a brief embrace before pulling back to look at her. "Why have you come here?"

Upon seeing her mother, Hope steps in and hugs her tightly, sighing softly before pulling back the hood of her cloak. "I need advice.." she says softly, running her fingers through her hair. "The evil in these lands has grown and now the people shun me, when I am merely trying my best to protect them. The chosen of the deathlords has vowed to kill all those that I love if I do not leave. A steward of Luna tells me to heed his advice to learn more about myself and my newfound powers. And a goddess tells me that I must stay to protect the people. I..I just dont know what to do.."

Medea turns, looking away. "Though it pains me to say so, it is true that your new powers have attracted far worse than those we have faced in the past. I fear that if you are not able to overcome them swiftly, you may bring doom upon us all."

"Please..I need your help. I need the backing of the other masters. They will know what to do. I have not been able to do much. I strike in the night, keeping the roads safe, but the powers of the deathknight make my own seem like nothing.." Hope sighs a little, looking down towards the ground, closing her eyes for a few moments, not quite sure what to do.

Medea bows her head, remaining silent for a moment. "There is little we can offer you against a threat such as this. The ghosts...we could fight, but these deathknights are beyond even the masters. Already the others have begun to say that if you are not willing to do battle with them, you should attempt to lead you away."

"I shall fight. I have new allies now, and they seem to want to clense these lands just as much as we do. I shall simply have to pray to the goddess who told me to stay and stand my ground.." Hope says matter of factly, definitely not wanting to leave the lands. "I shall have totake the fight to the deathknights, but that means..the hungry ghosts must be taken care of by the other girls.."

Medea turns back, finally, putting a hand on Hope's shoulder. "We fought them before, we can continue. I think none of us truly can understand the powers involved in this conflict...them and you alike. If you say you can fight them and keep this land safe...then I believe you, my daughter. I have faith in you."

A bright smile curls onto her lips as she hugs her mother once more quite tightly. Perhaps too tightly. "Thank you for those words of support. I think that is all I needed to hear from someone. Belief that I can do it.." Hope says with a renewed conviction. "I shall have to meet Reaper's Scythe..he is the one corrupting the elder ghosts of the Towers of Gloom."

Medea says, "And what of this...Vengeful Kiss? If anything he seems the more dangerous one, for his unpredictability."

"He seeks to dispose of Reaper's Scythe as well. I want to gauge Reaper's power. I want to turn him against Vengeful Kiss. Maybe they can weaken each other by fighting amongst themselves. Then we can hand them the final blow.." Hope says softly..

"I hope you know what you're doing," says Medea quietly. "Because one way or another, you're probably the only chance we have of standing against this darkness."

Does she really know what she's doing? No. She's just sort of winging it, but of course she wont tell her mother that. "That is one plan..what do you suggest? I am open for suggestions.." she says matter of factly

Medea seems to withdraw slightly. "I've told you," she says, he tone almost bleak. "I can't help you anymore. As a warrior I want to tell you to fight...but part of me wishes you would flee and take our problems with you."

 "No. I will fight. There is no doubt about that. Thank you mother.." Hope says as she bows her head once more, not quite sure how to react to a woman who seems to move away from her own daughter. "I should get going..before someone sees me coming from here.."