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Memories and Portents Chapter #2: Scourge of the Howling Horde


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OOC: Khyl has not only shown indifference, but has also kept his distance from the prisoner.

And since being ignored when he last spoke to the group, most likely will be keeping his distance from them as well.
 


Vorkhad sneers at the goblin and gives a cold stare, then turns back to the group,
"I refuse to allow the goblin to live free. If you do not take him prisoner or see to his proper execution, I shall be the executor of justice myself. He has killed innocents, and he will kill again, even us if he has the chance."
 

Dondel Bresh groans, "Enough of this. I am the caravan master, and I say we take the goblin scum in and have the King deal with it. Now let's get moving." He directs all his people into place and sets Sten's wagon near the front, "Would you heroes like to guard the lady's important cargo for the remainder of the journey as well as keep an eye on the prisoner?..." He gives the order to move.

OOC: Bigger update tommorow. I'm moving back to the my dormroom. :)
 

Talik nods in deference to the caravan master's decision and binds the goblins arms. "I'll take charge of this one," he says. Turning to Kaine he adds, "Please inform the prisoner that if he attempts to flee or do anything else out of line, I'll be forced to hurt him."
 

The caravan continues down the trade road for another few hours, the clanks of horseshoes against stone and the grinding of wagon wheels the only chatter coming form the other passengers after witnessing the melee with the goblins. Sten, especially, seems nervous. But the mood lightens as more traffic becomes apparent on the road; most of this are local Cyran farmers wheeling their produce to and from New Cyre; the refuge cannot be that far away...

Talik: About 200ft up the road, you see some brush in a patch of woodland along the right (west) side of the road move. Two figures, one small, the other larger, appear to be hiding.
 


OOC: Ack! Sorry. Busy busy busy...

Without changin expression or gesturing, Talik stage-whispers to those near him, "More trouble ahead, I think. At least two people hiding in those trees up ahead. Pass it on."

He tightens his grip on the goblin's bicep, and loosens his sword in its sheath.
 


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