Celtic Dreams

[Mithreander]

Fendor, having finished packing with the rest of the want-to-be drones of their queen-bee, starts to head in the indicated direction to scout out what may be ahead, taking time to marking the best trail for the others to take. GOing down the trail he marks, he casually looks through his pouch to see waht may have appeared there since the last time he had looked. I'll have to return these things... sometime. They don't like me taking things for some reason. he thinks to himself, looking down at the tidbits he had taken from his companions. a whet stone, flint and steel, a shiny piece of broken jewlery.

He then puts the items away once more and contiues with his task, not surprised to see Aerick coming up and then passing him with a nod.

Nac mac Feagle's dogs kept the alert rogue informed of the groups position as they continue on their treck.

 

[DrZombie]

Fendor is scouting ahead, alert, looking hearing, smelling. When rising over a crest, he spots a thin line of smoke coming from the valley ahead. From this position he can't really see where it's coming from, the source of the smoke is hidden by some trees. The valley is about two kilometer wide and six long, with a small creeck running through it. There are some tilled fields visible. Besides a mountain eagle up in the skye, nothing moves. You can hear the faint barking of a dog in the distance.

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Agatha strides with a slow easy grace. Confidant that her men can and will lead her to the next battle. For as loveless and chaste as she must be to serve the Goddess, Agatha knows she loves each and every one of her men like they were her husband.
Halfway through the day she starts singing a song about ancient battles and glory.

 

[evileeyore]

Nak rolls his bundle of gear up onto his shoulders and walks over the Aerik.

"Perhaps ye should back Fendor up, so he doesn't wander into any poison oak, again. I'll take up rear and do straggler patrol."

The short houndmaster wanders back to rear of the group after hearing Aerik's reply.

"Arail*", he commands the hounds, the hunting dogs scatter out to the perimeter of the convoy, flushing up small animals and remaining alert. Well as alert as dogs having a good time chasing squirrels and such can be.

*At some point I'll put up a Lexicon for Nak's odd Welshy phrases and hound commands. At some point.

 

[Jaik]

Aerik nods to Nak and starts a bounding advancve with Fendor, allowing one man to stay still and alert while the other concentrated on moving, then switching off. When Fendor reaches the edge of a valley, he signals that he's spotted something. Aerik passes the signal back to the rest of the group, then slowly wors his way forward to confer.

 

[Tonguez]

Standing close by the Maiden and watching the Antics of the scouts taking point - Fendor, Aerick and Nak Mc Feegle - Cauaros cannot help but invoke the image of Hounds to his mind

"these are the Hounds of the Moon,
Loyal protectors and Hunters all
and for the sweet Maidens love
they stand forth to answer her call"

 

[Mithreander]

Fendor, after signalling the others of the potential threat ahead, motions for them to continue. At this point there was not enough to go off of for them to stop completely. As soon as the others reach the crest, they'll see what he can see now and make their own conclusions.

He signalls that they should continue, knowing that Aerick will at least make the same assumptions that he had made. A farm house that had been attacked and burned. Not an uncommon sight, but uncommon enough for them to move forward with caution.

Fendor continues towards the center of the small valley looking for the source of the fire, and listening for the cryes of men to tell him if the danger that had struck here was still present, or if it has long since past.

 

[DrZombie]

AS fendor walks downhill to the center of the valley, his nose confirmes what his mind has deduced. The sickly-sweet smell of charred meat is heavy upon the air. As he stalks closer, he can hear the barking of the dog cut-off sharply, followed by rauceous laughter, a too low and raw sound to be made by human throats. As he stalks closer, carefully, he sees five fomorians, hunched over a carcass of a cow, feasting upon the half-charred half raw meat, blood dripping from their faces. A sixth one has spitted a dog upon his spear, and holds the twitching remains in the air over the now awake form of a seventh one. With a vile curse he stands up, backhanding the spearholder across the face, then wipes his tunic clear of the blood and faeces of the dying dog.

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Agatha waits for her men to alert her to the situation. when she does she will wait for them to surround the Fororiams if they can and then she will charge the first formorian she sees. greataxe whirling.

 

[Mithreander]

Fendor moves back towards the group and tells them of what he had found, and then follows the instructions of their 'queen' and awaits her signal.

Once they get into possision and Agatha charges, Fendor will move forward with the rest of the group, but moving forward in the slow, stealthy gait so that he may surprise them, or better yet, get into a flanking position.