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<blockquote data-quote="Sparky" data-source="post: 4945897" data-attributes="member: 13681">Amos crouches low, his senses yearning ahead. He grows still to silence the creaking of his leathers. He quiets his breathing. The birds have fallen silent, but for the cawing of distant crows. The wind is shifting. He waits, listening, stretching... nothing. He squints, dark brown eyes glinting. What's burning then...? He sniffs, breathing deeply and coughs.&nbsp;Olcan, some yards off looks impassively forward. At Amos' cough, one ear flicks towards the tracker and back. The tracker's mouth twists, Yeah, har har, Olcan. &nbsp;Straightening from his half-crouch, Amos pads back to the group, a tread lighter than his meaty bulk would suggest. The orc-blooded man rolls his shoulders, stretching them. The leathers creak. He grimaces, showing tusks, &quot;There's smoke ahead. An' fire too, I'm guessin'. Well more'n a campfire,&quot; his brow is furrowed. Worried.&nbsp;He looks over his shoulder to where Olcan stands at alert, then looks back, &quot;Seeker, Mister Sorrenson, you want me to put on my wolf skin and take a closer look?&quot;&nbsp;Amos shifts his weight onto his left foot leaning until he's out of view of Brother Saben's shield. Damn, but that shield gives me the willies. A superstitious man, Amos sketches a holy symbol - a circle - over his chest, uttering a brief, silent prayer with a flick of his eyes skyward to ward off the sun God's ire on the chance that there was some unassigned Wrath floating around looking to settle on the head of a mild blasphemer.&nbsp;[sblock=OOC]Breaking up my 'two rounds of actions' to bring word to the group, as is Amos' wont. He'll follow Brant's or Seeker's 'orders' pretty much without question.[/sblock]</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Sparky, post: 4945897, member: 13681"] Amos crouches low, his senses yearning ahead. He grows still to silence the creaking of his leathers. He quiets his breathing. The birds have fallen silent, but for the cawing of distant crows. The wind is shifting. He waits, listening, stretching... nothing. He squints, dark brown eyes glinting. [I][COLOR=#008000]What's burning then...? [/COLOR][/I]He sniffs, breathing deeply and coughs. Olcan, some yards off looks impassively forward. At Amos' cough, one ear flicks towards the tracker and back. The tracker's mouth twists, [I][COLOR=green]Yeah, har har, Olcan. [/COLOR][/I] Straightening from his half-crouch, Amos pads back to the group, a tread lighter than his meaty bulk would suggest. The orc-blooded man rolls his shoulders, stretching them. The leathers creak. He grimaces, showing tusks, [COLOR=green]"There's smoke ahead. An' fire too, I'm guessin'. Well more'n a campfire,"[/COLOR] his brow is furrowed. Worried. He looks over his shoulder to where Olcan stands at alert, then looks back, [COLOR=green]"Seeker, Mister Sorrenson, you want me to put on my wolf skin and take a closer look?"[/COLOR] Amos shifts his weight onto his left foot leaning until he's out of view of Brother Saben's shield. [I][COLOR=green]Damn, but that shield gives me the willies.[/COLOR][/I] A superstitious man, Amos sketches a holy symbol - a circle - over his chest, uttering a brief, silent prayer with a flick of his eyes skyward to ward off the sun God's ire on the chance that there was some unassigned Wrath floating around looking to settle on the head of a mild blasphemer. [sblock=OOC]Breaking up my 'two rounds of actions' to bring word to the group, as is Amos' wont. He'll follow Brant's or Seeker's 'orders' pretty much without question.[/sblock] [/QUOTE]

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