Life In Vein

[SeanWeasley]

Arkas, male loresong faen, akashic 2/runethane 1

How can Agracahn worry about clothes at a time like this? Silly kitty. I hope he continues to prove himself the hero and not the dandy his exterior presents.

"Yes, Master Raven, please show us the way to the back door. That is, of course, unless someone had their heart set on a direct frontal assault."

*Arkas pauses to allow for dissent.*

Assuming there is none, Arkas continues, "Ramwen, goddess of serendipitous meetings with witch ravens, has certainly smiled upon us this day."

*Arkas winks at Pai and Soen.*

 

[Erekose13]

Catching Arkas' wink, Pai replies, "No no frontal assault for me thank you very much. The back door would be highly appreciated." Pai brushes his long blue hair back over his left ear and turns to the Vaushi them checking to make sure that she is still doing okay. Since they found the tall faen woman, Pai has often found his gaze turning towards her.

 

[SeanWeasley]

Arkas, male loresong faen, akashic 2/runethane 1

*Bronwynn snorts, walks over to Vaushi, and rubs his head against her leg, begging to be pet.*

Arkas smiles at Bronwynn's attempt to cheer up Vaushi, then he turns to the witch raven and asks, "May we bring our pack animals, or would they draw too much attention? How stealthy must we be in approaching the back door?"

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"I will lead you, yes. You must approach with some stealth, some quietness, and some guile. Don't worry, you shall do well, there are many of you," the witchraven says.

*Vaushi smiles when Bronwynn comes over to her, and pets him. She looks slightly stunned, and seems to be listening intently to the witchraven.*

"Follow me lightly now, we will have to go on a hidden path," says the witchraven, and takes to the air again.

*He flies slowly enough so that you can follow with some ease, and you continue along the trail for several hours. But toward late afternoon the witchraven lands beside a boulder on the side of the trail. You would have walked right by it normally, but now you take a second look. There's a clever screen of boulders that hides the beginnings of a trail from casual view. While not wide enough for a cart, it is wide enough for a mule, provided everyone walks single file, and seems not too terribly rugged.*

*Urgo can dismantle his cart somewhat and hide it amongst the boulders, taking his most prized possessions with him and loading them on his packbeast. That taken care of, the party can push on the trail. However, it is a winding road and you're obviously not going to get the temple tonight. The witchraven can find you a slightly wider part of the trail where you can make a camp of sorts, though you're going to be sleeping on flat rocks for the most part.*

*What kind of camp are you making? (Fire/no fire) And who's on what watch?*

 

[dead_radish]

OOC: Sorry - life popped up right after I joined.

Matz groans a bit, looking at the flat rocks, but shrugs. "Ah well. There are worse places to sleep. So who else is keeping watch? Which of you can see in the dark?"

 

[SeanWeasley]

Arkas, male loresong faen, akashic 2/runethane 1

What is the weather like? How cold is it? How much moonlight/starlight is there? Is this part of the path wide enough for tents? Are there enough trees/shrubs/boulders that we can create a rope railing to keep us from falling over the edge in our sleep?

[OOC: Is mine the only character capable of setting traps (rune traps in my case)?]

 

[GoodKingJayIII]

Eryic Darumen, Male Human Wind Witch 3

*He flies slowly enough so that you can follow with some ease, and you continue along the trail for several hours. But toward late afternoon the witchraven lands beside a boulder on the side of the trail. You would have walked right by it normally, but now you take a second look. There's a clever screen of boulders that hides the beginnings of a trail from casual view. While not wide enough for a cart, it is wide enough for a mule, provided everyone walks single file, and seems not too terribly rugged.*

Eryic strides casually with the rest of the party, his hands folded lightly within his simple robes. Watching the awe-inspiring witchraven, he finds himself somehow calmed in the presence of such a wondrous magical creature. Perhaps it is the kinship with witchery,, but for the moment he feels at peace. Even his obvious anger and racism towards the mojh siblings has pulled back into his conscience, replaced with a simple placation.

As the party settles for camp, he listens to the others. "No night vision, but I'll keep an eye out for things..." he says simply.

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

"I see well in twilight; I shall take the last watch, just before dawn. I would suggest not keeping a fire; it would be rather visible."

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

What is the weather like? How cold is it? How much moonlight/starlight is there? Is this part of the path wide enough for tents? Are there enough trees/shrubs/boulders that we can create a rope railing to keep us from falling over the edge in our sleep?

[OOC: Is mine the only character capable of setting traps (rune traps in my case)?]

*The weather tonight is cool but not cold, overcast, and slightly windy. There's not a whole lot of light, but there a waning quarter moon. This place you're crossing is more like a very rocky plain than a mountain path, so there's no danger of falling off. You could put up tents, but you can't put in tent stakes, so you'd have to hold the sides down with rocks. There are a few small shrubs, but no trees.*

 

[SeanWeasley]

Arkas, male loresong faen, akashic 2/runethane 1

Arkas asks the party to look after his mule for a few minutes as he and Bronwynn walk beyond the campsite seeking a place where the trail becomes narrow again. They are cautious; Arkas has his bow at the ready and they expect danger at every turn. Here Arkas dispels his runic armor [OOC: Rune of Armor] and creates a 10 feet by 10 feet (or however big is possible) runic trap [OOC: Rune of Affliction (earth) – 1d6+1 earth damage]. Once that is accomplished, Arkas returns to camp and struggles to relieve his mule of its heavy load.

“No one should go forward along the trail until I say it is safe. I have set a trap ahead to protect us from any surprises coming from that direction. If the mojh brothers don’t mind, they should take separate watches. We could use Matz’s excellent vision in the first watch with Eryic’s Third Eye, and Urgo’s vision in the second watch with Bronwynn and myself. Bronwynn has a keen sense of smell and I can enhance mine with magic in a pinch. The rest of you should take the twilight watch.”

Arkas feeds his animals, then he nibbles some cheese and sips some wine and settles himself down with his bedroll and his winter blanket and falls asleep under the stars, with Bronwynn at his side.

[OOC: Arkas: Listen -1, Search +10, Spot -1; Bronwynn: Scent, Listen +7, Spot +5; NOTE: Monte agrees that a runethane can sense when his runes have been triggered or dispelled. That might be enough to wake Arkas.]