(Adventure) Rivenblight's Castaway [Creamsteak judging]

[doghead]

Jaan Saressaar, Human Male Paladin.

ooc: I've never had a character fall flat on his face from exaustion.

Jann staggers, and barely manages to avoid falling flat on his face. He sinks slowly to his knees.

"I am done. I don't think I can go one any more today. And I would barely notice my own house in front of me at this point, even if my mother was standing outside it and waving. I'm sorry."

Jaan looks up and around at the others. If everyone agrees to stop here, Jaan begins the process of shedding his gear where he is. Then he levers himself slowly back to his feet and, unsteadily, helps set up camp.

"I would take a later watch if that is acceptable. I will be of little use for a few hours, I'm afraid."

 

[Otakkun]

OOC: Same here.

Pain. That was all Garret was able to think about right now. everything had been blurry for some time now, yet he had pushed further, perhaps even more than his body was able to handle.

He barely heard Jaan's words, for as when they stopped to catch their breaths, Garret felt the earth moving under his feet and feel to his knees. He didn't try and resist it, he didn't dare try.

"ZzzzzZZzzz" was all the reply he could muster to Jaan's words on taking watch.

 

[Sparky]

Ioleta watches, brow creased with a delicate frown as her companions drop around her.

She looks at the Bard and sighs, murmuring, "Get some sleep, Velbrik. I'll take the first watch."

She unwinds her sling from around her waist and smiles, saying, "And I'll take care to be more watchful than I was this morning."

She banks a little fire, hidden on all sides, that she quickly coaxes down into glowing embers. It provides precious little light, but keeps the chill of the night at bay. She drags the unconscious bodies of Jaan and Garrett close to the small ring of stones for warmth. Their dead weight reminds her of other bodies and the young woman's eyes tear as she busies herself making the two trackers comfortable.

"Sleep well," she whispers, before turning her attention to the deep shadows and the night sounds.

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

Troi:

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"To be fair, you mostly saw the back of me," the man says, becoming slightly more jovial, "and put an arrow in it." He pauses to take a pull from a waterskin. He holds it up. "Want some?" Troi is pretty thirsty, and the water might ease his various discomforts some.

The group settles down for the night, some in a fairly definitive manner. The forest around you goes through its normal night sounds, rustling and hooting, the impression left on individuals depending upon their state of mind.

OK, I really would like to find WizWrm before we get much farther... anyone have a way of reaching him? Failing anything else, puppeting it is, but that's a poor second.

 

[GnomeWorks]

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The Bandit
"To be fair, you mostly saw the back of me, and put an arrow in it."

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"Heh." Troi says.

Yep, I was right.

"Well, you were trying to do the same to me. All's fair in love and war, eh?" He smiles.

I might live through this yet. If - that is - I play this right.

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The Bandit
"Want some?"

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"Certainly." Troi smiles. He takes the proffered skin, and takes a deep draw. He then hands it back.

"I have to ask." He says. "Why aren't I dead yet?"

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

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"Certainly." Troi smiles. He takes the proffered skin, and takes a deep draw. He then hands it back.

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Troi's hands, bound in front of him, handle the waterskin fairly easily. The man takes it back and caps it.

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"I have to ask." He says. "Why aren't I dead yet?"

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The man looses some of his mood. "Yet may be the thing, mate." He looks around (a little fearfully?) as if making sure no-one is near, and then speaks softly. "All's fair, but she seems to be wantin' blood for blood, if you know what I mean, after you, well, you know."

 

[GnomeWorks]

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The Bandit
"All's fair, but she seems to be wantin' blood for blood, if you know what I mean, after you, well, you know."

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Troi grimaces.

Oh, this is so not good... but I've gotten out of worse before, I suppose. Hopefully my luck holds out... ha! Luck. Karma owes me, though.

"Yeah, I get your meaning." He says quietly. "Do you think there's any chance of me getting out of this?"

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

Troi:

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The guard grimaces. "I dunno. It doesn't look good. She's got a real mean streak. The warlock helped that along, truth be told, but he kept it in check, too. Now that he's gone...." he shrugs uncomfortably. "I know she wants to ask a few questions about your mates. If I was you, I'd answer fast and save yourself some hurt."

 

[GnomeWorks]

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Answer questions, eh?

"Sounds like good advice." Troi says. "So... when is this questioning going to begin?"

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

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The bandit shrugs again. "Once she gets back, or maybe tomorrow, if you're not up and about yet." He seems like he's about to say something, but almost doesn't. "That might be best for you." He shifts uncomfortably, and continues, changing the subject. "She's out with Dunc- with me mate, rustling up some grub." Besides his hesitation to name the other bandit, it seems like there's more to it than that.