Gran March Adventure

[Arkhandus]

Thrang, the gnome, tells Mallie "Didja forget what Laravier toldja, girl? Stay down, keep outta sight, and be quiet, okay? Safest thing fer ya to do, while we're in the forest."

Then he walks a little closer to the front of the column, but not by much. Thrang keeps his crossbow in hand, no longer just resting on his shoulder, and pulls out a quarrel, loading the mechanism. Thrang looks to Rowan and says quietly "Could be trouble. Whatever's holdin' up the caravan, might be a ploy t' distract us from our defenses. Stay sharp, eh?"

 

[industrygothica]

"What is it, girl?" Rowan whispers to her lupine friend. She readies her sling and peers into the trees to the north of the wagon.

[sblock=Skill checks]Spot +7, Listen +9, Survival +9[/sblock]

 

[Zoycitenega]

Verran's sling is out and loaded, and she's scanning the trees.

 

[Trollbabe]

Thrang, the gnome, tells Mallie "Didja forget what Laravier toldja, girl? Stay down, keep outta sight, and be quiet, okay? Safest thing fer ya to do, while we're in the forest."

Then he walks a little closer to the front of the column, but not by much. Thrang keeps his crossbow in hand, no longer just resting on his shoulder, and pulls out a quarrel, loading the mechanism. Thrang looks to Rowan and says quietly "Could be trouble. Whatever's holdin' up the caravan, might be a ploy t' distract us from our defenses. Stay sharp, eh?"

Mallie scrambles to the bottom of the wagon as Thrang scolds her. Moving a little closer to the front Thrang can see the guardsmen are pulling a dead pony off to the side of the road. "Come on men put your backs into it we haven't got all day!" calls the taskmaster. It is unclear whether the muddy road is assisting or hampering the moving of the corpse.

Verran and Rowan stare into the woods north of the caravan. The forest is dark and shadow laden, great pines creak in the winds and the rain causes a light mist to hang. Although nothing catches their eyes both halflings can't shake the feeling that something is watching them. A low gutteral growl begins to eminate from Tiki.

 

[industrygothica]

Knowing that Tiki doesn't growl like that for nothing, Rowan takes immediate action. "Stop!" she yells to the others. "On your guard, my wolf says we are not alone." She moves over close to the wolf, her small size allowing her to whisper into the wolf's ear without bending over. "Go find it, girl. Be cautious."

[sblock=ooc]Giving Tiki the seek command.[/sblock]

 

[s@squ@tch]

Laravier McDonnell

"Mallie, do as the good gnome toldja -- this could get ugly." Laravier says as he knocks an arrow.

"If'n this be a trap, they will get a good taste of me' tips."

 

[Trollbabe]

Mallie remains out of sight and quiet. Tiki moves about off the roadway in the mist shrouded woods. Although she remains in sight you occasionally have to strain your eyes to see her. She stops by a toppled pine sniffing the ground. She turns to look at Rowan and lets out a short bark-like sound indicating she has found something. The downed tree is approxiamtely 50 feet from the roadside.

 

[Vertexx69]

The lanky figure that has been silently moping on the 2nd wagon, slightly raises his head when caravan come to an unexpected stop. "It's probably just some unnamed evil seeking to devour us all." He states in a dour and matter-of-fact tone to nobody in particular.
Thalmarose's deeply hooded golden cloak has seen better days and his dusty silver robe seems almost tarnished, but they still accent his long spun-silver hair and amber eyes quite well as he pulls back the hood revealing his very long and pale ears. The silver ashwood bow that he has had bent over his shoulder the entire trip, along with the delicate rapier at his belt are in prestine condition and obviously his prized possesions.
At the called alarm, Thalmarose stands in the wagon. The golden centers of his eyes become alert and his ears visibly twitch as he brings his senses to bear fully on the forest around the caravan with longbow in hand.

[sblock=Skills]spot+8, listen+8[/sblock]

 

[industrygothica]

Rowan quietly hustles to Tiki's location to see what she has found.

 

[s@squ@tch]

Laravier

Laravier watches as the slight druidess makes her way over to her companion, fingers lightly twitching on his bowstring. His eyes are looking over the woods, looking for any signs of movement or unnatural shadow.

"Ach, this be not to me likin'. If'n a foe wants to tussle, they should show themselves instead o' hidin'." Laravier says as he spits on the ground.