Andrew D. Gable
First Post
Morning comes. The night has brought no further attacks by any servants of the Darklords - in fact, by anything save for several dead sandsnakes. As the party eats their breakfast, some eggs the Kai Lords have scavenged, the merchants retrieve the horses.
"Thievery!" you hear them shout a moment later.
The group and the three Sommlending soldiers rush over to find that the lashes tying the horses to nearby trees have been cut. The horses are nowhere to be seen.
The merchants are understandably in a panic - other than King Ulnar's "package", the wagons are loaded with legitimate tradegoods. "However will we get these to Ragadorn now?"
Well, between Silver Wind and Moon's Brand both, you have at least an educated guess that that's likely where the Giak meant. We'll compromise.
"Thievery!" you hear them shout a moment later.
The group and the three Sommlending soldiers rush over to find that the lashes tying the horses to nearby trees have been cut. The horses are nowhere to be seen.
The merchants are understandably in a panic - other than King Ulnar's "package", the wagons are loaded with legitimate tradegoods. "However will we get these to Ragadorn now?"
Well, between Silver Wind and Moon's Brand both, you have at least an educated guess that that's likely where the Giak meant. We'll compromise.