Devil's Plow - Leaving Ironcraig

[Ringmereth]

The group passes through the canyon and soon leaves it behind, riding back up into the mountains. Three hours later, the Duke spots an acceptable campsite, sheltered under a sturdy outcropping of rock above the trail. "We will stop here; the horses need rest and so do we. Tomorrow we will leave at sunrise," he decides. The group sets to work setting up the campsite.

For setting off on your journey from Ironcraig and passing the bandits with pursuasion (and really good rolls) instead of force, each character recieves 400 XP.

 

[Phoenix]

The group passes through the canyon and soon leaves it behind, riding back up into the mountains. Three hours later, the Duke spots an acceptable campsite, sheltered under a sturdy outcropping of rock above the trail. "We will stop here; the horses need rest and so do we. Tomorrow we will leave at sunrise," he decides. The group sets to work setting up the campsite.

For setting off on your journey from Ironcraig and passing the bandits with pursuasion (and really good rolls) instead of force, each character recieves 400 XP.

Thraxus metodically puts his horses to bed for te night and gathers wood for a fire that is quickly ready for lighting should the group need it through the night. In minutes his tent and bedding is set for the night, a sign that this is not the first, nor will it be the last, time he has been in this position.

 

[Steve Gorak]

Thraxus metodically puts his horses to bed for te night and gathers wood for a fire that is quickly ready for lighting should the group need it through the night. In minutes his tent and bedding is set for the night, a sign that this is not the first, nor will it be the last, time he has been in this position.

Ethyan will prepare his things for the night. Once all is ready, he will move 20ft away from the group and will sing to the moon. For those who listen carefuly (he is not singing very loud), the song is haunting, full of sorrow, in a very exotic language.

 

[Kerrz]

Tobe nods appreciatively to the men as the group passes by, and rides in silence on the way to the camp.

Around the campfire, he tells his companions tales of the history of man, and the golden age before the coming of the monsters. During the tales, he gives the hobgoblin several sharp and knowing looks, but says nothing offensive.

Curling up with his bedroll, Tobe falls quickly asleep.

 

[Komodo]

Troll looks up from his unrestful nap once he feels the horse stop moving. He scans the area drowsily, then looks to the Duke. "Will I be sleeping on this horse, then?" he asks, scowling. "Or are you planning to untie me so I can get some decent rest?"

 

[Ringmereth]

"I don't see how I'll be the worse if you spend the night there," the Duke says evenly as he pitches a tent under the improvised shelter of the rocky ledge. "Then again, the horse won't much like it. Thraxus! Let him off. There's a few blankets in his saddlebag," Ghenthar tells the warrior, tossing him a large skeleton key.

 

[Phoenix]

"I don't see how I'll be the worse if you spend the night there," the Duke says evenly as he pitches a tent under the improvised shelter of the rocky ledge. "Then again, the horse won't much like it. Thraxus! Let him off. There's a few blankets in his saddlebag," Ghenthar tells the warrior, tossing him a large skeleton key.

"No problem." Catching the key deftly in one hand, Thraxus smiles and simply unbuckles the saddle from the horse, letting the Hobgoblin fall to the ground.

Dripping with sarcasm and no hint of compassion he looks down. "Oops."

Grabbing a rope, Thraxus ties the group's captive to a small tree nearby, leaving his hands shackled. Then, uncerimoniously, throws the blanks over the top of him.

"Now don't say I never do anything for you." He says with a smile, tossing the key in one hand before putting it in his pouch.

 

[Ringmereth]

The group, apparently unfazed by Thraxus' treatment of the captive, finishes setting up camp. Straws are drawn, and Jonath is given the first watch of the night, while Tobe is assigned the second. The tired group soon falls quiet.

 

[Komodo]

Double-post. My bad.

 

[Komodo]

Scowling at the human, Troll mutters something derogatory in the goblin tongue regarding Thraxus's mother and a dog in heat. As the blanket falls over him and the man walks away, however, the hobgoblin rests his weary head on the ground and closes his eyes. Soon, he is breathing slowly and evenly, apparently deep in slumber.

For Ringmereth's eyes only!
[sblock]...However, his keen ears remain awake and alert. When the fire is out and all conversation has ceased, he slowly and cautiously rolls over to face the party, and opens his eyes ever so slightly. Shining in the darkness, Troll's yellow eyes take in every detail, despite the lack of light, and he is assured that his captors are well asleep. Quietly, surreptitiously, he begins to work at the rope that binds him, taking care not to rattle his shackles. Troll slides the rope up his chest, then pushes his head down and begins to gnaw at the fibers.

If chewing through the ropes is not an option, go with the Escape Artist check, made at +3 due to fatigue, to escape from the ropes.[/sblock]