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Fallen Angel [IC]

Lomas looks at each of his companions in turn, giving them careful measure.

"I agree with those who want to follow the trail. I'd hate to stir up the ogres and risk threatening the village...especially given that they may not have any role in the abduction."
 

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Thomas turns to the men trying to figure out where to go.

"Uhm, I agree with taking the trail, if we can follow it. Shouldn't be too difficult in this wet weather, should it? We might ask the good man where the Ogre fort is, just in case. That way we would know if the trail leads there, of we could check it out if the trail proves too difficult to follow..."
 

Syfis nods in recollection as she hears the language spoken, "Perfect, I shouldn't have much trouble communicating with him then." She then nods to the couple, agreeing with the seer's words.

Back towards the rest of the group, however, Syfis shares a slightly different opinion, "Sometimes you are wise, Lomas, but other times, I'd like to think you're just being silly." Syfis says as the group contemplates among themselves on what to do after talking to everyone.

"After all, a learned mind of the planes knows that a Lantern Archon is a ball of floating light, they don't take the corporeal form of a human." The elf then notes, somewhat sympathetically, "The boy must be something else then, perhaps more special-but one things for certain, he's an innocent and we should help him."

"As for this trail it seems it should lead to whatever did...this." She pauses, "Regardless if they're ogres or bugs or what not." She shivers a little, and a few of her companions may recall that she doesn't like small and "creepy" insects very much.


OOC-I'm assuming since Syfis has 6 ranks in Knowledge (the Planes) that she knows about Lantern Archons, the smallest of the celestials. I'll edit this in if it's deemed that she doesn't know this info.
 

Setting out

Having decided to set out on the trail of the bugs before the rain comes back and washes it away, Riejar leads you to the place where he and Goliath had discovered the trail. You can all see that there are several heavy foot prints in the mud here and while none of you is adept at tracking it shouldnt be too difficult to follow the big prints and Goliath's nose. The Burtons wish you luck and hope that you can bring Arithel back soon. The other villagers watch you go, the mayor offering you his thanks again.

Beyond the small village you can see that the foot prints are in a relatively straight path from the forest. Goliath leads you steadily towards the darkened woods, the clouds overhead threatening to rain down upon you again. The small forest ahead of you shows signs of human advancement, a few trees have been felled and the underbrush is almost non existant. Following the trail, Goliath leads you all in amongst the trees.

After about an hour of walking through the relatively sparse forest you come to the large hill that you saw when you were approaching the village. The trees end a few feet from the bottom of the hill. Goliath pauses here and looks up at Riejar. The sky above has continued to darken threatening a real storm, even though you have not felt a drop since it stopped back at the village.

((OOC - Sollir I am afraid that you have caught me in an error. I had read the background material too hasty before posting. It was to be a trumpet archon (the winged elves). I will go back and change my post, should clear things up))
 

"I see no buildings or huts" says Akaros. "If they´re there, they must be living in a cave, it shouldn´t be too difficult to spot. But let´s be careful, maybe they have sentinels."

"What I wonder"
continues "Is why they could want the young trumpet blower."
 

Thomas has long since drawn his bow, looking about him for any sign of danger. He looks a bit skittish, one of the things he likes least is not knowing what they're up against...

"Well, if they are something related to ogres, then maybe they're not working alone. Ogres aren't really known for their tactics and organizing talent, so there might be someone doing the thinking for them. As for what uses they have for the child, there might be all sorts of things. An angelic being, defenseless..."

A shiver runs up Thomas' spine. It might be the cold, or it is the thoughts of the things that could happen to the abducted child archon.
 

Riejar dismounts from his horse and kneels and inspects the ground where Gloiath stands. While rubbing the dog between his ears, Riejar utters "What is it Goliath, why have we stopped?" Scanning the forest around them, Riejar looks for anything peculiar.
 

Lomas studies Riejar's dog for a moment, trying to discern if it has sensed danger or if it has merely lost the trail. Either way, he then carefully surveys the hill and treeline, looking and listening for any sign of trouble.
 

Syphis takes the walk into the forest with perhaps more delight than she should given the current circumstances, it's been a while since she's been an environment that resembles her home-if even slightly. She keeps steady with the group, striding forward with purpose as they followed the dog.

Towards Thomas' comment, she nods gravely, and has an unnerving feeling about the omnious clouds looming overhead. As Goliath stops, the elven wizardess does as well, and with a fluid manuever, retrieves an ornately carved stick from her side-a wand of unhanding. She readies herself and prepares to back up the rest of the group at the first sign of trouble.

(Readying an action to use the Wand of Unhand upon any weapon-wielding opponent that attacks, if any with +8 total bonus to her disarm roll)

OOC-whoops, didn't even see the Lantern Archon comment meant in the post, assumed that Lomas told us about the boy, then said he was a Lantern Archon on his own violation...inadvertant correction :D
 
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Upon leaving the forest and getting a broader view, Michael sheats his sword and draws his bow. He strides a little away from the group and the trees up the hill and keeps an eye out at the surroundings, patiently waiting for something to happen.
 

Into the Woods

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