(Hauptman's) Red Hand of Doom

[DerHauptman]

As the group ponders their actions Pip and Grad clean up around camp washing the wooden plates, along with some not soo clean loooking pots in the stream with soap.

When they have finished packing the rest of the supplies and harnessing the mules the two mount their own steeds for the days ride.

Be about 8 hours at a good working trot, 12 if we walk. Course walking is always better for he beasts in the long run.

[sblock=time]It is about 0800 by the sun....[/sblock]

 

[Moonstone Spider]

"Well, mules are cheap to replace aren't they? And that one tried to bite me yesterday so I don't see any reason I owe him any favors." Velka replies, pointing out a nearby jenny.

 

[Kularian]

Taargash rises from his seat by the fire and stretches. The camp had become lively while he ate, and it meant that they'd be ready to leave shortly. Collecting his things, he suited up while everyone else finished eating and began to plot their next move. Striding back over to camp, he nodded at the druid, accepting the food. It vanished as quickly as the first batch, and he handedt he remnants to Pip before voicing his opinion. "Well, though true that slower paces are better for the creatures in the long run, I agree that they probably won't stay with us for long." The gnoll grinned, showing teeth that were none-too-clean, "Besides, once we finish plundering our prize, it won't be anything to buy more mounts. I say we move quickly."

 

[DerHauptman]

Grad looks at the group and shakes his head.

Right then, mules die you buy them....

Remember, in the end it is how one treats the gentler creatures of the world that one's true character comes out..

 

[Moonstone Spider]

"But they're not gentle! That one bit me!" Velka whines.

 

[Eva of Sirrion]

Andie inspects the mounts. Quite frankly I don't think these mules can bear being pushed for that span of time. I'd rather walk it than risk 'em keeling over halfway there.

In a more subdued tone, she adds Take a close look at Tar, does he look the sort that treats anything gentle-like?

 

[Voidrazor]

Visara smiles unpleasantly at Andie.

Vivek, she says, patting the tiger's muscular shoulder, will take care of any mules that fall. And the horses can manage a mule's trot for 8 hours easily, but may tire if ridden longer than that.

 

[Kularian]

The gnoll sighed inwardly at all the bickering being done. "Look, the longer we sit around arguing, the faster we're going to have to go anyway to make it before dark." Glancing down the road, he tried to keep the look of concentration off of his face as he attempted to crunch together some numbers. "If we have them trot for five hours, then walk for the next five, we'll be there and everyone will be happy. It'll also give them a chance to rest and for Visara or I to hunt some fresh meat." Turning back to the group, he addressed them as a whole. "Is that fine?"

 

[DerHauptman]

Once the group comes to a decision on the pace they head out in the direction of Dresllin's Ferry.

The day is warm with a nice easterly breeze blowing, the road has been uneventfull, passing little farmsteads along the way. It is obvious this is a well traveled route as there are several small shelters along the road that look like they have been erected (yea I said erect) in a uniform fashion almost down to the nails.

The road at times cuts into the hillsides instead of coursing over them, obviously the dwarves who built the road some 500 years ago intended to keep the grades even. However, at those places where the road passes through a hill it seems like it might make a place for a really good ambush as the travelers if attacked would have to attack up shear rock walls and they could be easily cut off at both ends blocked by a wagon or perhaps a group of attackers intent on not letting them pass.

About mid-day as the small band moves on after a brief water stop, as you approach yet another of these little passes through a hillock you can see the smoke from what is likely a large fire of some kind in the distance - perhaps some 500' through the woods to the west of the road.

As you begin to discuss it, Tar notices a humanoid silhouette at the peak of the hill, the shape is vaguely familiar and if he had to guess he'd swear it was some kind of Orc or Bugbear. The humanoid has a large recurved bow of ornate design and appears to have it drawn in preparation to fire.....

[sblock=Brief OOC aside]

Apologies, I need to get a map of some kind made and will have it posted tomorrow evening, go ahead and roll for initiative.....

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[Lot]

Tully has spent the morning talking to Pip, happy to have someone to listen to his stories.

"Yeah...so this guy. Well, he said he was a half-orc but I'd say closer to three-quarters, if you ask me. He says: 'I bet you can't drink the whole thing.' Well, I say: 'You're on.' Then I grabbed the tankard..."

Tully seems unaware of the impending danger.

[sblock=Initiative]Initiative: 26[/sblock]