Hanable's Hunters, Part I & II


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The party continues north for almost an hour before the last bits of sunlight begin to fade, and darkness begins to creep up on them. There are several suitable camp sites availabe if they wish to stop, or you can continue at your leisure north, though the darkness might impeed some of you a bit.
 

"Hmm...it's getting harder to see for Marek and myself, and I'm not sure it's best to use my bearform just to be able to see better, so perhaps we should camp carefully in a hidden place soon."
 

Marek d'Cannith - Paragon/Wizard

Looking around and not liking the growing gloom, Marek turns to the other without his usual grin. "That may be the best bet. I am afraid I will be more a hinderance in the dark than a help. And besides that my more powerful offensive spells have been used till I rest."
 

Whitlok Dwarf Ranger/Extreme Explorer

"Hold here a moment while I have a quick look around. It'll be a dark camp though, no light, agreed?"

Whitlok disappears off the track and scouts around for a defensible camping spot for the evening.

OOC: Survival +9
 

Marek d'Cannith - Paragon/Wizard

With his usual grin firmly in place Marek shakes his head slightly before answering. "I am okay with both points. You are definitely better suited for scouting at night, friend dwarf, and I would prefer no fire to mark are passage for the undoubtfully angry ogres looking for us."
 

Whitlok quickly finds a good spot to camp, where the brush rises just a bit to hide the sleepers, but not enough where guards couldn't watch over them.
 

Whitlok Dwarf Ranger/Extreme Explorer

Ushering his friends into the camp site Whitlok plonks himself unceremoniously on the ground, rubbing at his back and grumbling about the rigours of adventuring. He leans back against a tree and pries off his shoes and socks so his toes can wiggle in the evening air.

"I'll guard for the darkest part of the evening, where my darkvision will be at its most useful." the dwarf says as he digs in his backpack for some rations.
 

Firavel d’Thuranni, Male Elf Rogue/Dragonmark Heir

“You do not want to use the watches we organised before we set out?” Firavel asks as he find a spot for his bedroll, before taking some rations from his pack.
 

Whitlok Dwarf Ranger/Extreme Explorer

"Yeah sure" the dwarf replies "which had me guarding in the darkest part of the evening to make best use of me eyesight" he says with a harumph as he triumphantly recovers some wayward rations.
 

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