(Casual D&D) A Game of Trust

[Vexed]

::Slowly Draven opens his eyes, his hands instinctively going to the hilts of his swords underneath his cloak that is wrapped loosely about him. He scans the area looking for the danger Aerda has warned the party of. He rises to his feet, tossing his cloak back, the sound of metal being drawn is heard for a split second. He begins to methodically pace around the edge of the camp, his expression hardens as he slowly turns in a circle every few feet, trying to get a glimpse of what has startled Aerda. Without looking, he quietly speaks to Aerda, while staying parallel to the elf, so they remain at each others backs, even if several feet away.::

Draven:" What is it? Did you see something?

 

[dpdx]

Fendric wakes with a start at Aerda's shouted warning: "Uwwwha? Are we being attacked?" As the others scurry about, Fendric will quickly stand up and grab his flail, using the shield hand to touch his silver holy symbol, and ready a spell, Shield of Faith. Once it is cast, he will grab the shield, and prepare to fight.

 

[National Acrobat]

"By the gods, doesn't evil ever take a rest!" Merrim exclaims as she gets up and starts taking a look around to assess the situation.

 

[wings]

Nooo

Aerda doesn't turn around to talk to Draven, he continues searching out the terrain, and slowly, one small step at a time, moving towards his horse. "Nah, the ring warned me, I'm sure of it."

 

[Guilt Puppy]

As your eyes sketch across the terrain, there is no clear sign of danger. Leaves rustle lightly in the calm wind, grey in the moonlight. But beyond that, there are no motions or forms immediately apparent.

(However, make Spot checks.)

 

[wings]

spot

[spot check=15, and i DO have low-light vision. Astrule rolled up an impressive 21(to bad it is not day) ]

 

[dpdx]

(Spot Check 15 +2 WIS = 17)

Fendric tries his best to scan the countryside, in case the evil everyone talks about (not to mention the wolves/dogs that Draven detected earlier) manifests itself in the near future.

By now Fendric has grabbed his shield with the off hand, the other side of said hand resting on his chest, where his holy symbol dangles. Fendric readies an action to complete the casting of Shield of Faith at the first sight of an enemy.

[When the spell is cast, Fendric will be at AC17, as in the battle with the hobgoblin. Until then, he's at 15.]

 

[National Acrobat]

Spot check (5-1=4) Woohoo!

Merrim Casts Mage Armor on herself to raise her AC to 17.

 

[Uriel]

OoC:Spot check 15, Listen 16 if that matters as well)

IC:'Rest? My dear Merrim, if it rested, Evil wouldn't be very Evil , now would it?'

 

[Vexed]

OOC: I will be leaving tonight for Vegas. I will return next Thursdays 3/27. Sorry for the short notice, these things happen. See you all when I return.

*Draven fights defensively, also placing himself in front of the spellcasters, and does his best to intercept anyone attacking them. This brings his AC to 19.