[IC] The Odd Job

OOC: Sitting in the bushes waiting in ambush with lit torches seems counter productive. They had their ways don't worry, meet William again you may find out.
 

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The walk to Darrowhill is a pleasant one the night is warm with a slight breeze, between the full moon and the light from the stick provides a sense of security from further ambush. Something seems off there is no bird song, no sounds of nocturnal creatures scavenging for scraps. The sky on the horzion seems oddly black no stars or clouds, this inky blackness seems to be moving across the sky in the direction of the assembled group.wandering through the lightly forested area the can be seen in the distance.

Arriving at the lake is a simple jetty with a rope strung to the far side of lake nailed to a torch post is a note scrawled across it in what you believe to be common reads "Ring" with a arrow pointing downwards to a bell.
 

Darrowhill Lake
Night
Round 0

Hrgach grabbed up a crate of the roots and followed after the others. Once they reached the lake, he gratefully put it down and stretched out his aching arms. The things were awkward to carry.

“It’s too quiet,” the hobgoblin murmured, looking around. With the moonlight and the light spell, it was fairly well lit. He studied the note on the post and then shrugged, ringing the bell.

“We should see if we can’t rig up some sort of travois for the crates,” he suggested. “I’m sick of lugging this thing.” He kicked his crate.

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Action:
Move:
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[sblock=Stats]
Inspiration: 1
AC: 17 (chainmail, defensive fighting style)
HP: 22/22 Vitality: 17/17 HD: 2/2d10
Saving Face (1/R)
Second Wind (1/R)*
Action Surge (1/R)
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A second bell rings out from the other side of the lake as the rope dances as the light of the ferry comes ever closer.

The odd patch of dark sky appears to of moved and is now over head as a deep voice resonates from around Ana's neck"Foolish girl he comes for me" the voice rumbles like thunder echoing around the silent night.

OOC: perception rolls please
 




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