[D&D 4e] IG's "The Witchlight Strand"

[Shayuri]

Aridha nods. "I'll go with you," she offers.

 

[Theroc]

"I'll stay with the center of the pack, so I can bring myself to bear on our enemies no matter where they spring from..." Sahyr offers, affording the others a grin as he readies himself to travel.

 

[Korash]

"Well, we ain't getting closer to Hania here. Want me to take point?"

"Aye lad, that we ain't." Vatan will chuckle as he picks up his bow (the only thing that wasn't on him that he had time to recover from the boat before bailing) and settles the rest of his weapons. He stretches a bit before adding "It be a fair march, 'n not one that I be used to. I be takin' the stern if there be no objections. It would be a while afore I get me land legs, 'n I would not be slowin' us down. Be keeping up, mind, but me in the front would be slower. I also be traveling light if there be a need ta help carryin' anything"

 

[Redrobes]

Drůthruss has pretty sharp eyes and will tag along with the front pack out of curiosity. He will have his sling and stones handy but he will carry a dagger instead of his axe which he will stow on his back.

 

[Midgardsormr]

While the others are saying farewell to the sailors and prepping their gear for travel, Pier sits down on the forest floor and gets ready for the day in his own fashion. He collects some moss from the forest floor and mixes it with water to form a green paste which he smears over the end of a short, straight branch cut from a nearby tree. He wraps the branch in a cloth and mutters an incantation over it. There is a rank smell and a brief sound of sizzling from beneath the cloth. Pier then slips the branch into a pocket next to his focus crystal and joins the rest of the group as they set out, selecting a position in the middle of the pack.

[sblock=OOC]
Daily spell prepared: Acid Arrow
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[industrygothica]

You spend the day trekking through the woods until the sun begins its decent. Thankfully, the night proves to be as uneventful as the previous day. Again you begin your march toward Hania.

As the captain predicted, you begin to see the signs of civilization around midday. What he didn't predict, however, were the large plumes of smoke and the smell of burnt timber coming from it.

[sblock=OOC]I finally have a decent internet connection. Hopefully this one will hold out (I seem to have the worst luck!). I hope that you are all still interested in this game, as I'd love to continue it. If you're still in, post something in character. If not, I'll certainly understand.

Thanks for being patient with me![/sblock]

 

[Korash]

"Well lads, and Milady, can't rightly say that this be a big surprise. Best be careful and see if there be any survivors that we can help." With that Vatan will loosen his sword. "There still be smoke, so t' wasn't too long ago that the scurvy pox ridden gobbos attacked."

[sblock=] Glad to have you back. been checking every couple of days [/sblock]

 

[Redrobes]

"Hmm, maybe a reccy from a distance might be in order. No doubt they have paid a visit but we don't know whether they left. I have seen the aftermath of the scum in a war path - this might not be all that pretty..."

[SBLOCK]I'm still keen to keep going but we gotta pick up the pace a little - Mid is picking away at the moss on the floor [/SBLOCK]

 

[Shayuri]

"I'm not particularly stealthy," Aridha murmurs, peering at the glow of flames ahead. "But in the shape of an animal, it shouldn't matter if anyone sees me or not."

She looks at Druthruss. "Lets check this out."

With that, the elf's shape seemed to billow and ripple for a moment, as if it were a sheet hung out on a windy day. Then there was just a wolf where she'd been. A rangy, scrappy looking grey wolf gazing at him with amber eyes.

With a whisper of rustling shrubs, the wolf whirled and trotted away, towards the town.

 

[industrygothica]

Hania is a ghost town. The streets are deserted, the only movement a cold breeze wafting the smoke from a nearby smoldering building.

A human body lay in a sticky pool of blood in the center of the rut-filled street.