Leif's 4E Adventuring in Encastulum [IC 01]

[dream66_]

Irinea follows the mortals she walks their footsteps feeling path and purpose. Her short stature makes walking in the mortals footsteps difficult so much that she loses track of her distance from them and practically stumbles upon the mortals.

She looks up at them with a mix of confusion and excitement, and that emotion that washes out over the mortals.

 

[Leif]

To The Quiet Harpy

Rydan and Firil had stopped for a moment to consider their plan, take a breather, and observe the traveler behind them. Oblivious to her surroundings and intenetly focusing on the tracks before her, the unknown traveler kept walking right on into the small copse of trees where Rydan and Firil are resting. Rydan clears his throat loudly before she stumbles into him, and she looks up.

 

[RavenBlackthorne]

Firil rocks on his heels as a wave of emotions washes over him and quickly bounces to the balls of his feet.

Can we help you? You seem lost?

His face seems open and friendly, pupils wide.

 

[dream66_]

Irinea looks at the mortal. She stares at him for a long pause before remembering to use words.

"No, I am not lost, this place is as good as any other."

 

[Scotley]

He jumps at the sudden arrival of the newcomer and rocks slightly while standing as if about to break into a run at any moment. Rydan examines the short woman in open-mouthed curiosity sensing that there is something unusual about her. He is a tall somewhat bookish lad with dark hair in need a trim that tends to fall over his eyes, which have a somewhat blue tinge to the whites and tend to dart about nervously. There is a slight tic in his left cheek that tugs that side of his mouth up into a half smile every couple of minutes. On his hands and arms can be seen old pale scars perhaps from chemical burns of some sort. He wears robes in muted dark colors and carries a quarterstaff in a style which one might expect of an old wizard rather than a youth. He absently fingers the haft of a wand protruding from a pocket. He smells somewhat of the copious amount of strong drink he consumed earlier in the evening, but he seems reasonably sober and perhaps a little nauseous at this point.

 

[Leif]

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[Leif]

To The Quiet Harpy

The three adventurers resume their trek to The Quiet Harpy. The road ahead, about a quarter mile distant, looks to have been blocked by fallen trees and swamped with water. But about 50 yards back towards you from the downed trees and washed-out roadway is a narrow trail leading off to the right and up a moderately-sized hill. The path winds a bit and quickly enters a forested patch, so you can't see very far down it.

 

[Leif]

OOC: Gonna give everybody a bit longer to respond to post # 177, and then I'm going to move on without you. Thanks, dream_66.

 

[dream66_]

Irinea follows along, sometimes at a distance, sometimes close, when the others stop she stops but doesn't say much.

When the group comes to the downed trees she looks them over and looks over the dark path quietly for a long time, then bounces back excitedly and points to Rydan's shoes haven't not paid any attention to them before and suddenly asks.

"What are those?"


Without waiting for a responce she turns back to the forested path seeming to now ignore Rydan.

 

[RavenBlackthorne]

Firil raises an eyebrow and a smiles at the newcomer's behaviour.

This spot looks like a perfect place to hold an ambush. By that, I mean, would take that advantage. We should be wary.

I think I should scout out that path ahead, quietly.

His axes slide silently into his hands.