A Merc's Life: Howl of the Carrion King [01]

[Scott DeWar]

inititive:
1d20+2=6

Harn's next action after waking Aohden is to put his finger to his lips and whisper "gnolls". He then will start waking Keeland.

 

[renau1g]

"Snnoorrxxx....Wha... what is wrong with you people, don't you know it ain't right to wake a man up 'fore he's ready" Aodhán grumbles under his breath, or starts to until he sees Harn's finger. At the words gnolls, he immediately prepares for battle. Sleeping without his armour on was the only way to get proper rest, but now he gave the scalemail a kick cursing it, before grabbing his axe and shield.

Satisfied, he turns his attention to seeing any foes within range.

[sblock=OOC]
Perception; Initiative (1d20+5=17, 1d20+2=18)
Darkvision 60'
Move: Stand up
Standard: Grab shield
Minor: Grab Axe
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[Maidhc O Casain]

What?

Houwlou skulks around for a while, Aodhán kicks his armor and fumes and Harnry finally gets around to waking Kecil and Keeland - all to no avail. Whatever Houwlou smelled (and he is almost 100% certain it was Gnoll) it does not show itself in the campsite that night.

 

[Leif]

Houwlou Groulenas

"Grrrr, I know I smelled the stink of a gnoll! Sorry, felas, maybe I just dreamed it? Guess you'd all better try to get some sleep. I hope my watch ends as peacefully as it began and skips this middle part."

 

[Scotley]

Keeland

"That's alright my friend. I'd rather lose sleep over nothing once in a while if it means never waking up dead." He yawns and stretches. "Well we are all up. Should we try to get some rest or make a very early start today? Knowing there are gnolls about is gonna make it hard for me to go back to sleep."

 

[renau1g]

"Bah! It ain't nothing but the nerves grating on you Houwlou. I need my rest to be at my best tomorrow, so unless there are anything else you need, I'll be heading back to sleep" the dwarf says,

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

What's left of the night passes without incident. Houwlou finishes his watch, hyperalert to every sound and smell in his eagerness to engage his hated foe. Harnry wakes Kecil in his turn and the two of them chat amicably - if even quietly than usual - as the horizon begins to brighten with dawn. Aodhán, Keeland and Houwlou wake up to the smell of grilled trout ('tickled' from the mountain stream the night before), warm bread and coffee.

Another hard day of travel should either see you to the CrágRi very late tonight or within a short march tomorrow morning.

 

[Leif]

Houwlou Groulenas

"Rise and shine, Puddin'! Another beastly day in the life of a working mule awaits!" After he strikes the tent, Houwlou straps on Puddin's pack saddle, and begins loading her with gear. He will take any help that he is offered, but he asks for none. As a professional guide, he customarily does this for his clients, so it is second nature for him by now.

 

[Scott DeWar]

HArnrey studies his spells onece again and prepares to travel, assisting where he can.

"Excellent trout, therre, Kecil. Thank you."

 

[renau1g]

"Ugghhh... I had this crazy dream last night that someone woke me up saying that gnolls were about and got me all excited, but then there was nothing. Funny." Aodhán says, his eyes blood red, and it took three or four attempts to wake the slumbering dwarf.