(IC) A Hard Time in Harrowdale

[Voda Vosa]

"I don't think they wanted him as slave, they shouldn't beat him so hard if they did. I wonder why didn't they used him as hostage against us..." The wizard ponders.

 

[Rhun]

Fayne srugs. "Well, they are dead now. So I suppose we'll never know what they wanted, unless the boy has an idea."

 

[Scott DeWar]

"If he understood the bestial yelping of these stinkin' dawgs."

 

[Voda Vosa]

"I pretty much understood that 'Surrender or die' "

 

[Scott DeWar]

"I pretty much understood that 'Surrender or die' "

Evenar conceeds with a shrug and says, " there was that. I guess It chose to die instead of surrender."

 

[Rhun]

Fayne moves out of the way after dragging the boy out of the tent, so as not to interfere with Selua's ministrations. He turns his attention to the parameter, keeping an eye out so as to have no surprises.

 

[Scott DeWar]

Fayne moves out of the way after dragging the boy out of the tent, so as not to interfere with Selua's ministrations. He turns his attention to the parameter, keeping an eye out so as to have no surprises.

Seeing Fayne take perimtar watch Evenar mimics the wizend actions of anotoher warrior and choose a spot on the other side of the clearing to keep watch, sword out and ready.

 

[Rhun]

Fayne nods as he sees Evenar take up watch on the opposite side of the gnoll encampment. Perhaps they would make it back to civilization after all.

 

[Myth and Legend]

Abrielle was tired, her feet hurt, the hole in the back of her neck pulsed with pain, and her favorite boots were soaked in mud. The elven Bard did not want to whine however, so she decided to keep the group entertained while they were waiting for the lad to come back to consciousness. "Well we killed all the Gnolls, i suppose it won't hurt if i played a little tune. This one is an old folk song i learned back on the Sword Coast."

Abby then sat on a nearby rock and took out her fiddle. She played a lively tune to raise the group's spirits in this otherwise grim situation. The stench of the decaying horse did not help her concentration, however.

[sblock]Perform: 9+10=19[/sblock]

 

[Rhun]

Fayne sighs at the noise, and frowns from where he stands on the perimeter of the camp. He wouldn't say anything, as it appeared his companion was comforted by the music, but if there were any gnolls remaining, the noise would draw them in, and cover the sound of their approach.

He redoubles his vigilance, keen on avoiding another attack.