[ic] nameless II: the seventh from seven

"Have you seen that, Archer?" pointing at the northen slope. "There was someone just a moment ago. He muct have gone on the other side. Let's see what it is."

Hewik start to walk in direction of the slope with his horse. He try not to go directly where the man dissapear, but a bit aside, not to fall nose on nose with it. If he feel some danger, he will try to hide or go back to the wagon.
 

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Cromwell glances up from his organizing of the wagon, which needs to transfer far more than it can actually hold, and sighs as he sees his men wandering off. I'll remind them about discipline later he thinks, unloading another box and taking a moment to check its contents. The map is at his side, to be deciphered later, and the stoppered vials wrapped carefully in a bolt of cloth.
 

Archer, a couple of steps ahead, is startled out of his thoughts. He looks around where Hewik indicated but shakes his head. "Hey," he mutters as Hewik breaks off in the direction of the slope. With a couple of nervous glaces at his longbow resting by the wagon, he follows.

Hewik walks the horse in amoung the boulders til the ground begins to noticibly slope up, and the footing becomes treacherous with the loose rocks and scree that has slid down the gully. He can't go any further with the horse. He could scramble up the slope. It looks easy enough so long as you can find secure footings. But very exposed. Archer pulls up a couple of steps behind Hewik, looking excited.

Hewik sees no more movement at the top of the slope. Archer is pretty sure that he saw someone too. "Smallish. With a bow or spear or something. Yeah! I saw it too. But I can't see anything now," he whispers to Hewik. "Whacha wanna do? Hava look or tell Cromwell?"

The chests, appart from one are padlocked. However a couple of them have been obviously gone at, and one of the padlocks look pretty close to giving way. A couple of well placed blows and quick wrench and it comes away away. Fur. A fur lined cloak on closer inspection. As well as other cloaks, jackets and items of clothes - velvets, silks, fine wools. Embroidered. Expensive. Before Cromwell can decide whether to tackle another one, he notices Hewik and Archer heading off towards the north.

Having finished clearing the chests off the wagon, Nate gets to work on getting the dead horse out of the harness and things ready for the other horses. With only one harness it will mean a little make-do. Nate, however, has an idea.

Lisa watches the goblins. Well mostly the conscious one. It watches her. She notices Nate looking at Cromell. She notices Cromwell looking at Hewik and Archer. "What are they up to?" she asks no one in particular.
 

Cromwell closes the chest again and mutters darkly, dropping into drill-sergeant mode.* He somehow manages to bellow at the two while not raising his voice more than he has to to be heard.

Private Leafwing! Private Pathfinder! Is there any particular reason you’re wandering off from your post? Going for a stroll, privates?” He waits for an explanation, and his look tells them that it better be a good one. He has his mace in one hand, and his shield lies nearby.

*Think What is your major malfunction, numbnuts? and You're not even a human f-cking being! :p

With apologies to to you, Velmont. Cromwell is just a LN guy doin' his job. :)
 

Oscar lay on his back moaning. His eyes are red and swollen. He looks haunted by the pain. "Sir. Please remember that we're all new to this. Even you."
 
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Cromwell hesitates for a moment, looking with sympathy on Oscar's pain. Then he presses on. "I'd rather yell at you than have to avenge you," he says with forced brusqueness, and then turns to Sadoloth. "Can you do anything more for him?"
 

[OOC : original post :Using scraps and bits of leather, Nate is repairing the harnass for the horse.Mmmh, I dunno if it'll have enough pull for this overloaded cart. *Sigh* Well, There's allways me I'll guess. I'll never hear the end of it. Lisa will call me "Horsie" for ages to come. She might even try to feed me oatmeal. *Sigh*
Easing the horse in it's harnass, Nate then uses his contraption to buckle himself in.
"C'mon beastie, PULL"
With that both he and the horse pull with all their might, trying to get the cart out of the mud.
Once it gets going, He'll unbuckle and lead the horse, helping to pull when necessary.
*Sigh*] :D Talk about flogging a dead horse.

Leaving the dead horse in its harnass, Nate gently approaches the other carthorse and tries to soothe it, offering an apple to the frightened beast. He then ties a sturdy rope to its harnass, attaches it to the dead horse and lets the horse drag away the carcass. He then cuts the dead horse free and fits the harnass to the packhorse of the group. Using bits and pieces of leather he tries to fit it all together, then spans both horses to the carriage and is ready to go.
 
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ooc:Er, Nate has put himself into harness with a dead horse. I sure that is not what he intended. (But his intentions were good.) The wagon is set up for two horses, side by side. One is dead in its harness, the other has been cut loose and has gone. You do, however, have two other horses (both alive) you could use instead, should Hewik and Archer get back to the wagon with them. Feel free to edit the above.

Archer looks back at Cromwell then at Hewik, obviously torn with indecision.

Lisa winces inwardly at Oscar's interjection. But then she has been around soldiers all her life. For her, their way of thinking is perhaps more normal than the way the rest of the town thinks. Perhaps. She does understand where Oscar is coming from. Sergeants probably seem like bullies to many people.
 

"Let's go back and report our sight to Cromwell before he enter a crisis... I think it is wiser if it is armed, I don't really want to find it was another goblin that want to fight, but if it is running away, it will be gone before we come back here."

On that, Hewik make a sign to Cromwell that he is going back. Which he does immediatly, looking back to the slope from time to time.
 

Archer nods in agreement. "If it was friendly, it wouldn't have run away when it saw us. I think that we should get the heck out of here." Which seems to remind him that the others are waiting on the horses that they currently have with them. He puts words into action and hustles it back to the wagon.

He fields Cromwells question as best he is able after handing the horse over to Nate. As quickly as possible, assuming Cromwell doesn't set him to any other task, he scuttles back to where Nate is working on getting the first horse into harness. Horses are much more familier territory than fighting goblins. His brother's stories didn't mention this.

"I can help. What do you want me to do? I'll hold the this horse while you get that one sorted if you want. Or do you want me to do somethings else? Just let me know."

Whatever it is Nate asks him to do, he sets about it with a degree of concentration Nate has never seen in the village dreamer before. Between them, the work won't take more than 5 minutes tops.

ooc: TH - can you let me know if you plan to investigate the sighting at the top of the hill, or get loaded up and out of there.
 

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