Adventure Inc. Campaign
RavenBlackthorne
First Post
Calmly sitting on the seat next to Geffin, Richard shifts to a position that gives him the best view of the group and settles in for the journey.
Ian.Fleming
First Post
Delegating Zed to a cart further back, the Kremen brothers finally get their caravan going. The sturdy draft horses have been trained to follow the cart in front of them of their own accord. You all ride out the front gate, with a soft violet sunrise laced with pink in front of you.
CaBaNa
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ShouldamhmhhmBestmhmmFaceFirstmhmhhRemenBrothers, Mumbles a dejected Zed as he trudges back to his delegated cart, pretending to stare in his mirror while keeping an eye in most directions.
He diligently watches, while eyeing his mirror, as the caravan moves along. Prestidigitation, the only thing he breaks concentration for, Zed makes sure to punctuate his compatriots notes of music with sounds of glory, symbol crashes, horns trumpeting, and bells ringing. He also warms Geffins pie to a tasty temperature with his simple Cantrips.
He diligently watches, while eyeing his mirror, as the caravan moves along. Prestidigitation, the only thing he breaks concentration for, Zed makes sure to punctuate his compatriots notes of music with sounds of glory, symbol crashes, horns trumpeting, and bells ringing. He also warms Geffins pie to a tasty temperature with his simple Cantrips.
Ian.Fleming
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The caravan trundles along at a fairly steady pace to the east. As the sun climbs to mid-morning, you finally make it out of the seemingly endless fields of wheat and other grains being tended to by teams of farmers. The stalks were tall, but green. It will be a fortnight or two before the first crop of the season is ready for harvest.
Beyond the tended fields is mainly overgrown grasslands. There is a twenty pace margin on each side of the ditches that border the cobbled road where the grass has been recently trampled flat in order to provide better vision and reduce the likelyhood of ambushes. The margin, the occasional patrol of armed soldiers (who give a respectful nod to the Kremen brothers whenever they pass) and the stability of the region would make the trip rather relaxing, if it wasn't for the occasional pothole.
Beyond the tended fields is mainly overgrown grasslands. There is a twenty pace margin on each side of the ditches that border the cobbled road where the grass has been recently trampled flat in order to provide better vision and reduce the likelyhood of ambushes. The margin, the occasional patrol of armed soldiers (who give a respectful nod to the Kremen brothers whenever they pass) and the stability of the region would make the trip rather relaxing, if it wasn't for the occasional pothole.
RavenBlackthorne
First Post
Sitting comfortably, with the exception of the odd pothole, Richard lets his head relax over the seat of the cart. As each patrol passes, he subtly notes and mentally records their subtle movements and interactions with each other, as well as the brothers.
Seeing the halfling munching away on his pie, Richard smiles fully and cheerily asks:
“So, Geffin, as we travel to the villagers’ aid, we still haven’t asked ourselves the vital question: why are the bandits doing this? What’s their motivation, as it were?”
Reaching under his well cut but subtly styled clothing, he finds the flask and hands it to his halfling companion.
“Something for us to share to take the edge off!”
he says, grinning.
[sblock=Actions]Passive Insight on the patrols' behaviours, looking for anything amiss, whether releveant to immediate danger, or something to note for another time![/sblock]
Seeing the halfling munching away on his pie, Richard smiles fully and cheerily asks:
“So, Geffin, as we travel to the villagers’ aid, we still haven’t asked ourselves the vital question: why are the bandits doing this? What’s their motivation, as it were?”
Reaching under his well cut but subtly styled clothing, he finds the flask and hands it to his halfling companion.
“Something for us to share to take the edge off!”
he says, grinning.
[sblock=Actions]Passive Insight on the patrols' behaviours, looking for anything amiss, whether releveant to immediate danger, or something to note for another time![/sblock]
renau1g
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Geffin happily muches down the piece in his hand, replying "Ish probably nuthin' outta de ordinary, take gold, whatever" as he gulps loudly and takes a swig of his waterskin, the odor of ale is obvious as he drinks.
RavenBlackthorne
First Post
“Ah but, my dearest halfling companion, why are they taking the gold? Gold is merely a means to an end. Unlike pies, which can be enjoyed on their own, gold has to be used. And what are they using it on? That would give us some insight into the minds of the ‘bandits’. And, furthermore, are they just stealing gold? Or is it other items of value or importance?”
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