Padraig shakes his head at Andor's question. I have no ability to manipulate the world around us. All I have are the auras the Dragon Saint has gifted me with. I can protect them against fire, but that is all.
Redclaw, the way that I interpreted the posts, Andor is carrying the child, not Aidan, as your post indicates. Aidan, I think, is riding next to Andor to protect him and the child. Or have I got this wrong, too?
Sorry, I missed the post that had the boy being handed to me. It makes sense, though, and I'll adjust my post above.
OOC: I don't think that any corrections need to be made -- it's not that big a deal, after all. I'm more concerned that we're all on the same page, mentally.
It's almost guaranteed that I'll become confused and lost because of J. Alex's intricate and supremely sneaky plot development before long, and I hope that someone will take me by the hand and lead me back to the group.
Having fired the homestead, the party reforms with it's new additions and set's out to the southwest in search of the lord martial. The boy, perhaps due to his inuries and sheer exhaustion remains asleep even on the long ride. Continuing thru the morning the party makes decent time.
Everyone please roll a spot check for me DC 20.
OCC: I deny the charge than any or my plots have been too sneakey or to intricate ....at least from my view point.
OCCC: Sorry for the delay, had to go out of town and be a sleuth once again.
OCCC" Have you set your thread setting to instant notification Neurotic?
__________________ "All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players.
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages."
Wm Shakespeare -- From As You Like It (II, vii, 139-143)
Andor protects the infant with his shield trying to cover it from all sides with his body, horse and shield.
Unused to riding with something so fragile he looks down often and is not at his observant best, but he keeps his ears open for any sound that is not thundering of hooves from party horses. Spot = 13; Listen = 21
OOC: Yes, I tried to unsubscribe and then subscribe again, but it didn't work. I received posts before, it stopped about last weekend...
Nijel also keeps a sharp eye out for any threats in the area immediately ahead and also in the middle distance. He'll leave for others to scan the far horizon.
Ewan continues his scouting mission in a circular pattern as the party heads southwest away from the ambush site and burning homestead towards the last known loction of the Lord Marshall. Traveling till almost midday, the party arrives at a small stream crossed by a low stone bridge. Smoke can still be seen coming from the south and now is moving into the west and northern areas as well as the columes of foes begin to spread into the countryside and perhaps due to Lord Timberhome last orders.
For Ewain
Spoiler:
As he scouts the area, Ewain stumbles across signs of serveral bodies of men moving quickly thru the area some of the bodies appear to be quite large. Reaching the stream, Ewan follows the track south by south west. Perhaps 150 yards from the stream he sees the glint of steel in the bushes as the track nears a stand of large trees.
OCC: Sorry Pyrex and Rhun,,,invisible castle was not kind on your spot rolls
"Hold up. We've got a choice of direction now," Ewan calls to the group. As the others gather, Ewan continues in a soft voice. "Act like we're discussing whether to travel along the stream or cross the bridge. I've been seeing signs of groups of not just orcs and ogiers but also armed men all afternoon. There appears to be a group of them in the underbrush near that stand of large trees about 150 yards down the road." Glancing at the bow in his hand, he continues. "I could startle them from here, but I doubt I could actually hit anyone if we want to announce that we know they are there. I can't tell how many there are from here, nor can I tell where their loyalties lie. The decision is yours, sir."
__________________ "All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players.
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages."
Wm Shakespeare -- From As You Like It (II, vii, 139-143)
How far are they? Maybe I could provide us with clues of their allegiance and force one of them out in the open if we decide to attack. I could also ask Pelor for wisdom of tarrying here instead of going around them or attacking.
OOC: Detect Evil and Heat Metal if they are within range, Augury for divination
"Does the road go right through the stand of trees where they are hiding? Presumably it does, and they are preparing an ambush for us. Well, I say that most of us should just keep on going right into what they think is their trap. But they should be surprised to see that we are prepared for battle when they spring out upon us! And those of us who do not ride into the trap should be our most capable archers. They can move along, parrallel to our travel, but on the other side of the foes, so that they will be attacking the foes from behind when the foes attack us. So what do you think? Did I finally get one right for a change?"
"If they're looking to ambush us, it's likely they've already made note of our numbers - probably too late to send some of us out to flank them as they'll account for that."
....at least from my view point.
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