Crossed Paths - Part I

[Guilt Puppy]

"I don't see why we shouldn't try -- unless it is particularly demanding of you, Khen... If it doesn't work, well, then we set out scouts... This bird of yours, Ehldannis, seems well-suited to the job."

Nathaniel seems bent on details throughout the evening, and deeply introspective -- there are several moments when you would almost expect him to stand up and rally on the troops, but he seems lost at what to say exactly. The sight at the farm house seems to have dampened his enthusiasm...

 

[Manzanita]

So are you returning to the Inn tonight, or spending the night in a farmhouse on the edge of the woods? Either is easily arranged.

 

[Jarval]

"Let us try to lure the beast in with Khen's mists. If that fails, then we should try Ecgthow's plan, and get the farmers to sleep in the town for tonight." Brioc drums his fingers on the table.

"We should prepare, either way. Holy water, in case that will harm the beast, and fire ready to hand, since that may unsettle it, given its fondness for mist."

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

Octar listens attentively to those more expierienced then him, trying to pick up stratagey from them. He nods eagerly at the thought of ambushing the beast- the idea of it expecting to meat some helpless villagers and instead getting steel brings a grim smile to his face after what he saw earlier.

 

[Inez Hull]

"Tarlli can certainly scout from the air, but she can only cover so much space. I suggest we recruit some of the townsfolk to set themselves on watch around the perimeter of the town ready to ride back at the sight of the mists."

"Let us make use of all the suggestions we have had concurrently. Seeing as we do not know when the threat will next strike, it would be prudent to evcacuate the townsfolk to the keep immediately. We can set ourselves in ambush in one of the farm steadings and Khenemetsobek can also call on his sea lord's magic to try and induce the wendol. With scouts posted we can also be ready to intercept trouble if it appears otherwheres."

 

[Manzanita]

Angrinion

I'll assume Angrinion is with you, for lack of a more likely voice.

"It it not feasible to evacuate everyone to the keep. While you might be able to fit everyone in there for a few hours, it is much too small to accomodate everyone overnight. It is fall, and the harvest season. Food is our primary export to the Empire and the dwarves. We must continue to work the fields in the day. Given the situation, though, we might be able to find room for the farmers in town for the night. I'll work on that. It will take the rest of the day at least. Will you want to occupy a farmhouse this night? Torches, braziers and coals are easy enough to supply to you. I'll send a boy to the Temple to see what holy water they can spare."

 

[Khenemetsobek]

"I suggest we try this at the water's edge if that is where the beast originated from." Khen will wait till everyone is ready and given the chance to speak incase they had a better plan then will make his way down to the water's edge.

(assuming no one stops him.)

"Speak now if you are not ready for this to begin."

(assuming no one speaks up.)

Khen sticks the end of his spear in the mud at the edge of the water. He holds his Ankh out before him and says in Egyptian, "Lord of Scales allow your mists to flow from me as they would the Nile." As soon as he finishes water droplets start to appear on his skin and vaporize nearly as quickly. Just a few seconds later the mists start to form and swirl around his body. With a sigh and in greek, "Here goes nothing ready yourselves."

(OOC: casts Obscuring mist)

 

[Guilt Puppy]

Nathaniel readies his blade, an intense look on his face... You can see the corner of his mouth twitch slightly, ready to lay forth the rhetoric of vengeance -- when the time is right.

 

[Manzanita]

The company stands with weapons ready. I assume you are a little out of town & that Angrinion is with you. You wait anxiously, but hear nothing but the soft noises of the woods and the stream. When the spell's duration expires, you are again alone at the bank.

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

"That was anticlimatic," says Octar, seathing his sword. "I guess we're on the defensive after all."