[IC] The Odd Job


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"What did I tell you about being quiet? You're a chicken foot, not a chicken brain, right?"

"I already said you were coming with me. If that's all, I want you to stay quiet unless we're alone. Got it?"

(assuming it gets it) Ana leaves and locks the bathhouse door. She goes into the front of the inn and gives the key back. As she enters, the others are carrying stuff down the stairs and out the door. "What's going on?"
 


Aloysius sighs, shaking his head to try and clear the vision he has seen in his dream. He never used to have visions like that before he died.

Another reason to get a bloody move on, if Felix is conjuring lich warriors, things are going to get worse fast.

He helps in any way he can, loading the carts as fast as possible.
 

Ana helps with the loading. Although some may observe her walking off the most direct path occasionally and making shushing noises to no one in particular.
 


Kerzoth/Ivanhoe
Morning
Round 0

"Guess your kind arnt all bad," the tavern wench mutters as she walks away.

Hrgach smiled and sipped his ale. “Only when we want to be,” he said. He was still going to be watchful for any of Turich’s mercenary forces to come looking for their leader -- or revenge. They might likely come for the town first, though. That might get them a bit of a head start, at least.

The human woman returned, freshly washed. Hrgach eyed her. She was a competent fighter, at the least. The fight had provided the opportunity to size her up, at the least. Though she was a bit reckless.

The minotaur returned, too. He was a sneaky bastard for something so big. That could be useful.

"Where are the rest of you? Odrin is finished caravan needs loading," Gheedon announced as he entered.

“So load it,” Hrgach said, not moving and sipping his ale. “You hired fighters, not porters.” Hrgach smirked at the exhausted orc that went stomping out to look for the others.

The others started hauling things down from upstairs, however. Hrgach sighed with annoyance. He kicked his boots down from the table and headed upstairs. “Why wasn’t it already loaded?” he muttered.

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Inspiration: 1
AC: 17 (chainmail, defensive fighting style)
HP: 13/13 Vitality: 17/17 HD: 1/1d10
Saving Face (1/R)
Second Wind (1/R)
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Its around 6Am the sun is beginning it's decent in the sky only a few more hours of light. The caravan is loaded with15crates of goods and one chest with 6locks on it and a mute orc sat atop it. Gheedon has swapped his usual regal clothing for something much more simple made of wool, very fine wool mind you definitely not from a sheep, his signature cloak swapped for a dark brown hooded number.

The caravan itself is a cart with two draft horses in front. There black bodies have a single white streak signifying them as Chedinion bred in the lowlands up north these horses are incredibly hardy and can see in the dark, it is also said that they can speak but this is just a rumour.
"Find a space were rolling out
 

Ana climbs up and finds a place in the middle. "We're traveling at night? Only a couple of us can even see in the dark, the orc and the hob. If Graan is driving, Hrgack should take a spot near the back and watch behind us." She settles in and attempts to get some rest.
 


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