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<blockquote data-quote="GlassEye" data-source="post: 6020171" data-attributes="member: 40413">Sylla and Boots set off in the vanguard of the train of wagons leaving the others to sort out their own positions as they see fit.It isn't long before the wagons, traveling their slow way southeast, have left the farmlands close to Martna behind and headed off into the hills and light woodlands between the foothills of the northernmost reach of the Seithr Mountains and the range of mountains farther north and east.&nbsp; It is the best land path between the Landadel Baronies and the grasslands of the Pell as evidenced by the worn track where the Pellmen drove their herds for the market in Martna.&nbsp; The grass is just beginning to recover from its previous trampling.Traveling with the caravan is tedious and Captain Threws keep you all busy scouting and guarding from sun-up to sun-down.&nbsp; Lady Lucia and Threws and even Kazimir are kept busy heading off problems and riding herd on the settlers.&nbsp; The settlers started the journey full of excitement and eagerness but after a week the patina of joyousness is beginning to wear off and the adults at least are taking on a more stoic affect.Late in the afternoon of the eighth day, after the wagons have circled, camp is set and small groups of foragers set off on brief foray's to supplement the caravan's supplies a trio of men come rushing out of a nearby copse slightly hunched over as if trying to avoid something.&nbsp; The forager in the lead has a bag clutched to his chest and has a nasty looking scratch on his face.&nbsp; Of the two following closely behind, one has his hand clamped to his ear and the other is ducking and holding his arm raised above his head to shield himself from something.[GM]Based on distance from camp you are all within one or two rounds of the men.&nbsp; I'll post up a map later today.&nbsp; Feel free to rp your dawning awareness that something isn't quite right and whatever you might do at that realization.[/GM]</blockquote>

[QUOTE="GlassEye, post: 6020171, member: 40413"] Sylla and Boots set off in the vanguard of the train of wagons leaving the others to sort out their own positions as they see fit. It isn't long before the wagons, traveling their slow way southeast, have left the farmlands close to Martna behind and headed off into the hills and light woodlands between the foothills of the northernmost reach of the Seithr Mountains and the range of mountains farther north and east. It is the best land path between the Landadel Baronies and the grasslands of the Pell as evidenced by the worn track where the Pellmen drove their herds for the market in Martna. The grass is just beginning to recover from its previous trampling. Traveling with the caravan is tedious and Captain Threws keep you all busy scouting and guarding from sun-up to sun-down. Lady Lucia and Threws and even Kazimir are kept busy heading off problems and riding herd on the settlers. The settlers started the journey full of excitement and eagerness but after a week the patina of joyousness is beginning to wear off and the adults at least are taking on a more stoic affect. Late in the afternoon of the eighth day, after the wagons have circled, camp is set and small groups of foragers set off on brief foray's to supplement the caravan's supplies a trio of men come rushing out of a nearby copse slightly hunched over as if trying to avoid something. The forager in the lead has a bag clutched to his chest and has a nasty looking scratch on his face. Of the two following closely behind, one has his hand clamped to his ear and the other is ducking and holding his arm raised above his head to shield himself from something. [GM]Based on distance from camp you are all within one or two rounds of the men. I'll post up a map later today. Feel free to rp your dawning awareness that something isn't quite right and whatever you might do at that realization.[/GM] [/QUOTE]

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