Crossed Paths, Part II


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Sergius

Sergius does not seem to notice Brioc's request for silence. He continues talking quite loudly.

“The largest city state of the Greek conquorers was New Thracia. It achieved economic and cultural success equal to the city states of Greece. Some evidence suggests that these Greeks found remnants of the Sauron civilization and used these books and artifacts to enhance their own wizardry. What is known is that they came to enslave many humanoids. It was their revolt that ended Greek rule on this Istmus”

Brioc and the others detect no more sound or movement from across the clearing, but Marcus thinks he hears some crashing from further north, around K1 on the map.
 

Manzanita said:
Brioc and the others detect no more sound or movement from across the clearing, but Marcus thinks he hears some crashing from further north, around K1 on the map.

Marcus shivers. Whether with excitement or fear he's not sure.

He slips back into camp as quietly as possible, coming out of the forest on the east side. Just behind Sergius.

Getting up as close as possible, preferably from behind, he says quietly but clearly, "What Brioc asks, you do. Shhh." {1}

Assuming the roman complies, he adds, "I don't like you. From the north, who are you expecting?" {2}

{1}ooc: Ideally, he would like to use the point of the crossbow bolt as emphasis, but only if he can do so cleanly. MvSilently check?
{2}ooc: bluff check - marcus is pretty sure the roman up to something, probably hiding the approach of someone. Marcus is not bluffing with the crossbow though. He really doesn't like the roman.
 
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The mithral chainmail, while much lighter and quieter than regular chain mail, still makes more noise than the padded armor Marcus was used to. None the less, he does seem to surprise Sergius when he appears from the bushes behind him, and his oration ends.

"Oh, who's Brioc again? Did someone give an order? I'm expecting no one. Which way is North?"

Sense motive check: again, you can't put your finger on anything that would make you think he was hiding something.
 

Marcus steps back a little and puts his finger to his lips.

"Shhh. Don't say a word."

He glances over to Brioc.

"I think we have company from the north. Across the clearing." He nods in the direction to clarify.

"I'm going to scout up the east side of the clearing and take a look. I would suggest you shoot the roman if he starts talking again."

With a feral grin at the roman, Marcus moves back into the trees.
 

His mood towards the Roman quickly sliding from suspicion to irritation, Brioc nods at Marcus' words. "Take Wolf with you. He'll spot anything hiding long before any of us could."

He nudges Wolf again, then points at Marcus. "Guard." He says simply, and Wolf stands up, stretches, then pads over to stand at Marcus' side. He looks up expectantly, tail wagging slightly, then follows as Marcus makes for the trees.

"And you, for the gods' sake, shut up." Brioc says as he turns to Sergius. "I don't know what's out there, but if it's hostile, I want to be able to hear it coming."
 
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Assuming no interuptions, Marcus heads out along the tree line on the east side of the clearing. It will take him more NE than N, but this should give him a good flanking position if nesesssary. He will keep going til he is about 50' to the north of the campsight. {1}

He talkes care to be as quiet and inconspicious as possible.

{1}ooc: above the 1st lattitude, 1 square=5'?
 

Dhormium

OOC: I'll NPC Dhormium at this point. Thels, are you out there? I emailed you.

Sergius scowls at Marcus, and grips his spear, although he doesn't point it anywhere. He edges around to the south of the campfire.

Dhormium gets out of his bedroll. "This looks like trouble, eh?" He kicks Ehldannis awake.

Mendicus seems to snap out of the stupor he sank into while listening to Sergius' story. "Hey, uh, what's going on?" he asks.

As Marcus & wolf begin sneaking North, two short whistle bursts come from the trees to the West, where Brioc had originally heard noises. At that shouts and clanking of metal can be heard from the trees in the North.
 

Octar frowns at the Roman's chattering, but lets the other's chastisment suffice. As Marcus leaves, he calls out softly "Be careful, friend." Noticing Ehldannis' tossing, he leans over to give him a nudge. "Something in the woods," he says breifly. "Might be trouble." He begins hastily donning his chainmail, hoping he doesn't get caught at an akward moment.
 

Nathaniel, taking the interruption calmly at first -- as such noises almost always turn up to be nothing -- comes to attention once Octar begins donning his armor. Not worrying about his own leather, he instead grabs for his sword, drawing it as silently as possible, but not without a heavy dose of poetic flourish.

He moves next to Octar, sword at balance, ready to defend him in case he is caught with his head stuck in chain.
 

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