(Casual D&D IV) A Knight for a Pawn

[dpdx]

"Thank you, Fendric. If it hadn't been for those magnificent beasts, we'd all be dead." He flashes another smile. "Well, you'd all be dead, anyway"

He casts a weary eye at the newcomer, looking him up and down. "Guess we weren't the only ones who pissed off those birds."

"Yes, I'm sure our presence eight leagues away, across a body of water we had not thought to enter, must have caused those poor creatures such terrible offense that they flew the miles necessary to engage us. Oh, how I hope my protectors did not cause them undue suffering!!" comes Fendric's reply.

Looking off into the distance, Fendric notices the yellow-scarves within several hundred yards away. In case they take any strange action, Fendric keeps an eye on them.

"And how is it that, having inhabited this land for apparently long enough to control it, those gentlemen of the Radiant Light either have not been attacked, or failed to bring notice of said hazards to our attention?

I should have a word with them when I have regained my strength.

For now, however, I wish to find shelter, exchange information with this bystander of ours, and sleep. In that exact order, praise the Radiant Light..."

Fendric, lugging his saddlebags and gear for lack of a suitable alternative, stomps away at a movement rate of about eight feet per round.

Hiritus, smiling, remains to chat to Raven.

"So fierce when he's like that..."

 

[Fenris]

"How do you do Xiao, I am Ulsys." says the newcomer holding out his ahnd to Xiao.

At Raven's comment Ulsys adds "Perhaps, or someone else riled them up and they took it out on whomever they found. I'm Ulsys by the way"

 

[Guilt Puppy]

Tatlock regards the fall of the last arrowhawk with a certain exhiliration; his mood, however, quickly softens as he sees the body aboard Ulsys' vessel, and is finally flattened by the serious, still somewhat panicked faces of the approaching men in their motley outfits made common by the trailing yellow of their scarves...

The first approaches Fendric, but while his mouth moves for words, he seems unable to find any. The one behind him, a younger man (but with an older man's stubble) steps in front of him to call their need.

"The caves came down, and many are still trapped. I pray ye've magic left in you, healer."

He backpedals slightly, beckoning to follow, while the two trailing behind him begin to make their way back to whatever encampment has fallen.

 

[DrZombie]

Raven looks at Hiritus. "A cave-in. I hate those." "I'll go help dig, you go get Fendric and keep an eye on him."

"Tatlock, bring my mule and then come and help dig."

He then speeds of towards the area disaster at a running pace (if possible)

 

[Festy_Dog]

Nurthk, also virtually unscathed after the battle, drops his riding gear into the mud without a second thought and makes haste after Raven and the other Yellow Scarves. The half-orc's loping stride say him catch up in short order.

"I had thought they'd have shelter nearby," Nurthk said to Raven, "But I failed to consider the effects of an earthquake upon nearby caves and the like."

 

[Fenris]

Ulsys gives a last forlorn glance at the small baot heading out to sea.

"Time to help those that can be helped" he says to no one in particular and heads off after Raven and Nurthk.

 

[Guest 11456]

Cylantro : Female Human

Once healed back up a bit, Cylantro is feeling much better. She grabs her wand and is ready to help in the dispensing of the final arrowhawk. But then she sees that the summoned hippogriffs have things well in hand.

With the last of the enemies at last vanquished, she goes about checking over her things. She glances up at the sky as the wind and rain continue to increase. She puts away her wand and scoops up the now drenched Ginger. She folds the cat up in part of her cloak and pulls the hood of the cloak over her rain drenched head. Then she moves over to Oregano to checks on him. The horse is still a bit startled from the attack and weather. So she strokes the horse on his neck to try to calm him down a bit. The action seems to have some effect as the beast seems a bit calmer.

As the newcomer arrives by boat, she nods to him thinking that perhaps once things are calmed down more she will formally introduce herself. Cylantro appears as a human in her early twenties. She wears gray breeches, a cream shirt, and a brown cloak. Wrapped in the cloak, a calico cat head peeks out at the newcomer. Ginger is curious about the newcomer as well. Cylantro's flame red hair can barely be seen beneath the cloak hood and her amber eyes peer back at Ulsys. Standing near the woman is a brown horse.

As the others start heading toward the caves, Cylantro mounts up on Oregano and starts to follow. "I cannot begin to imagine what I can do. Hmmm. I wonder if a lighting bolt can be used to dig? No, they probably won't let me try that one."

 

[Guilt Puppy]

The situation appears grim at what remains of the caves. Beneath the loose sheet of rocks and boulders, pieces of furniture and gear can be seen poking through, and among them the limbs of those who tried to flee, but were caught in the mouths of the falling caverns as they collapsed.

In addition to the four who ran to your aid there are six others who remained with the caves to dig. They say some others were unharmed but ran from the area immediately, but estimate that at least a dozen remain trapped in this area. There is no way to be certain what has happened along other parts of the coast.

 

[Festy_Dog]

Nurthk listens carefully to what they have to say. He looks to Ulsys, Raven, and Tatlock (if he's arrived yet) and wonders if their thoughts are along the same lines, then begins to help clear rubble as he explains his thoughts. Even if they were still somewhat hectic, events had calmed somewhat, and the half-orc had some time to exercise his unusually keen mind.

"Fendric and the others will show up here eventually and then we'll all be giving these guys a hand, and that could take quite some time. On top of that we've lost two horses, meaning myself and Oliver are on foot, which means longer travel times," Nurthk says, carefully freeing a large rock from the cave-in, "Now I'm all for helping them, but if the druid knew the caves and whatnot along these roads were occupied by people sympathetic to us then it's likely he'd have expected us to help them after an earthquake. And do you remember how one of the arrowhawks made a point of finishing Oliver's steed? Considering the way that encounter played out he could be trying to stall us, slow us down. It only makes sense that the arrowhawks attacked a ship as well, if the ship wasn't sunk having it's crew decimated would cripple it's speed. He covered his bases in case we sent the letter by ship but used ourselves as a decoy. All this tells me we're working on a time limit and the time difference between us getting there on horseback and getting there with stragglers on foot is critical. I'd recommend some of us staying here to help, and those capable of haste arrive at our destination as soon as possible. After an effort like that I'd wager it'll be some time before the druid tries to kill us again, if he doesn't simply accept failure with the delivery of the last letter, meaning it'll probably be safe to split the group temporarily."

Nurthk picks another rock free of the rubble, and plods through the mud and rain to plant it with the other rubble that has been cleared thus far.

 

[Fenris]

Ulsys pauses in his rock hefting.
"Wait so those arrowhawks weren't just bad luck, they didn't just happen by? Some druid thought I was working with you and torched my ship without knowing me or my business? Boy you guys must have really pissed somebody off. What's so important in that letter that my ship gets burned and these people get crushed to death?" ask Ulsys picking up another rock.