Random Bystander
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It is mid-afternoon of your third day out from Neverwinter, having just begun travelling on the Triboar trail, when the first sign of trouble strikes. You have had a pleasant journey so far; fair skies and winds that aren't too cool. The oxen proved well-used to the harness, and required little direction to stay on the road and move forward. However, the trail is less easy than the road; brush presses close in places, and you've had to drag a couple of thick branches off the trail already. In addition, it has a slight but distinct incline which has rendered the oxen less placid, and more tired, and frequent turns to get around this hillock or that. The wagon of supplies you are taking to Phandalin for a plump ten Neverwinter gold pieces each for a few days work has proven sturdy, and able to cope with the trail. And the pay is good, and the smell of the city is long gone; only fresh air around you for most of the journey.
However, it is the current situation which presents a problem. You've just come around one of the frequent bends on the trail, and there are two dead horses lying fifty feet ahead of you; arrows with black fletchings stick out of their bodies. The smell of blood is in the air, and flies buzz on their corpses, while a raven pecks at their flesh.
What do you do?
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However, it is the current situation which presents a problem. You've just come around one of the frequent bends on the trail, and there are two dead horses lying fifty feet ahead of you; arrows with black fletchings stick out of their bodies. The smell of blood is in the air, and flies buzz on their corpses, while a raven pecks at their flesh.
What do you do?
The OOC thread is here. The OOC thread is not carbon dioxide. Please do not use the OOC thread to put out fires.
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