Darkness Under Cold Stones

[Land Outcast]

"I suggest that we ask about sentries and defenses. The first thing that we see that even hints he might have played us false will see a blade across his throat."
The answer is straightfoward: "Two guards at the cave's mouth...
But with me and the other two not returning I can't tell..."

"You will lead us from here. If I note any deception, or if you attempt to flee, you shall find my arrow and Thoma's blade waiting. Perhaps if you aid us well, though, you will find yourself rewarded."

He nods silently, fear is gone now tough, what you are able to perceive is a hint of hateful disgust -probably not shown before because of the terror provided by Thoma-

"It's getting dark. How far is this place?"

"An hour..." and with a smirk, adds "for those with strong legs"

OOC: I'll update later today again (just in case)

 

[Rhun]

Balund casts a grim look at the hobgoblin. "You will tell us before we get in earshot of the cave. I will not chance you warning your companions. If you do not, I will summon the most vile of spirits to torment your frail body for all eternity."

 

[Dire Lemming]

Shoon looks away from the unfinished cremation and tries not to inhale the stench of burning flesh that is coming from it. He turns to the hobgoblin, "I want to know, why are you here?"

 

[hafrogman]

Ivan turns away from the hobgoblin's smirk for second to face his comrades.

"We go now? Or wait till morning?"

 

[Rhun]

Balund

"I say we go now. The spirits will guide us should darkness fall."

 

[Dire Lemming]

If we go Shoon is bringing Shine, he's not going to let him freeze to death, alone, strapped to a wagon. Anyway, he's a warhorse so he'll actually be useful in a fight.

 

[Voadam]

"Darkness better." Thoma turns to the hobgoblin. "More dogs?"

 

[Land Outcast]

"I want to know, why are you here?"

"The Black Hound hires its services to whoever puts the coin, we were brought from the south... for the time being we are waiting for orders"

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So you advance over the snow while the dark fingers of night start wrapping everything into it's cold grasp...

The sparse forest starts getting heavier, more trees, more clustered every step you take...
The horse reduces the speed of your progress, but even the you manage to keep a -somehow- steady progress...

OOC: not with my material at hand right now, expect an update in about 12 hours

 

[Voadam]

Thoma keeps his night sharp eyes peeled as they progress.

 

[Rhun]

Balund moves agiley through the snow, as one accustomed to living in the wilds. His movements are somewhat erratic, and it seems he always tries to keep a tree close by as if expecting an ambush. The shaman's cold blue eyes dart back and forth, and his ears strain to pick up any unusual sounds...