Celtic Dreams

[Argent Silvermage]

The winds gently blew her hair across her face like a veil as Agatha strode with the hounds. Her heart was as cold as stone yet she was passionately proud of her men. The meeting with the ancient one troubled her. It seemed too easy. There was more in store for them with the faerie noble and she knew it.

“Magnificent as always Cauaros. You are a wonderful singer.” Was all she could manage to say.

 

[Jaik]

As he walks, Aerick pulls lengths of string from his pack and begins braiding it for strength and durability as he would for a snare. When it is long enough, he slips his new-found ring onto the strand and finishes the simple loop by braiding the ends together. "This will make for far too many fine tales to fall in the woods," he thinks as he lifts his new trophy over his head.

 

[evileeyore]

Nak brings his hounds together and tells them in soft tones that the pup will be okay. Then he stands and orders them on perimeter guard. Alaw and Eire take to his heels.

Nak falls to the rear, keeping a wary eye behind them.

 

[Seonaid]

Diarmat exhales slowly as the Aes Sidhe leave. When the group gets going, he settles into an easy walk, capable of maintaining the pace indefinitely. As Cauaros begins to sing, he cocks an ear toward the bard. "Lovely, bard," he says when Cauaros finishes.

 

[DrZombie]

AS your group prepares to move, one of the dogs stats barking at the enrance of the small hovel. You can hear a shriek coming from the inside, then some movement.

 

[Seonaid]

Diarmat immediately puts his sword back up, in guard position. He moves toward the hut cautiously.

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Agatha sprints to the doorway and bashes it open. "What is happening here?!" She yells.

 

[Seonaid]

Diarmat frowns in chagrin at Agatha's more direct approach, and follows quickly behind.

 

[evileeyore]

"Alaw, Eira! Sadlo!' Nak points at the ground betwixt him and the hut. The two guard hounds move there, ready for combat. He calls the hunting dogs away from the hut and sets them to the perimeter.

Nak nocks an arrow. He turns and scans the trees about them, sure Agatha and the others can handle what sounds to be a distressed woman in the hut.

 

[DrZombie]

Agatha : as you bash open the door and charge in, you can see a small child scampering away. The girl flees to the corner of the room, huddles up and starts to cry, rolled up in fetal position. She is grimy and dirty. In the room you can see the headless corpse of a female.