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[FreeXenon]

Franky, Male Halfling, Lore Keeper: Sleeping

For Koric and Percy as they return from the Caravan Master:
(This assumes that Lindal's perimeter search does not take long and goes to sleep shortly.)
[sblock]Franky lays quietly sleeping for quite some time, his shirefolk face making him seem like a peacefully sleeping child. His breathing regular, but deep, eyes twitch for a brief moment, and then all is still again. His mouth starts to move and he mumbles something and starts to shift his sleeping postition. Quite again covers him as if only he exists.

The mumbling starts again but louder than before and he starts to move more and more, rolling slightly to one side and then even more to the other. His small hands weakly and slowly move up and around in the air and settle again to his sides.

"Run!!" he says quietly... "[Mumble, mumble, mumble]....time..."
"RUN!!!" he yells and he bolts upright, arms straight out, with eyes wide open full of fear and despair - staring off to a distant place, far into the darkness of his memories.

Eyes slowly relax to a distant calm. "Father..." he says quietly, a faint smile crosses his lips and then he lays slowly, and quietly back down to a deep sleep. A single tear, glistening in the fire light, slowly runs down the side of his face. Peace once again invades his sleep.[/sblock]

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[Mr. Prez]

To any who are of a mind to care, the camp is a little light on guards, but they are promised to appear sometime the next morning. But being the first day of the journey, the caravan hasn't made much progress and is still not far enough from the city for a realistic worry of trouble.

 

[Wilphe]

If there is any sign of his services being wanted then Percy will of course offer to take a wacth. If he isn't required then he shall return to the fireside and camp for the night underneath his blanket. In either event before retiring he will stick half a dozen arrows in the ground by him so he is ready if they are suprised and keep his pack, as, er, packed as possible.

 

[Mr. Prez]

There is no sign of trouble, and the guards that are there tell those who want to help hold watch to go to bed, that they should be getting reinforcements early the next morning.

The night passes without incident. Characters and spell slots are refreshed.

(Any time you have an objection and wish to do something at night, go ahead and post it, it will happen retroactively, unless I don't like it...but I'm the DM. So nyeah!)

If anyone has anything they would like to do in the morning, they caravan will be moving out soon, and there will be no stops untill they stop for the night.

 

[reddist]

Felicity, Half-Elf "Druid", wakes up

Felicty wakes with the morning sun, blinking away restless dreams. She groans slightly as she sits up and holds her head, wincing at the noises made by wagoneers and guardsmen as they break camp. She shakes her head clear and takes a long pull on her water flask before rolling up her bedroll and packing her bundle for the day's journey.

Once packed, Felicty marches straight over to a large oak tree, just on the edge of the camp ground. She drops her backpack and plops down beside it, sitting crosslegged about three feet from the trunk of the mighty oak. You might hear a quiet mumbling, as if a one-sided conversation was going on between Felecity and the tree. Every now and then she pauses and cocks her head, as if listening to someone. If you listen carefully enough, you might pick out the words...

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"... to start my way along the Green Path..." "... my mother's legacy..." "... new friends to travel with..." "... applewine, oh my head...."
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After about 10-15 minutes of this, Felicity stands and gives the towering oak a big hug. With her morning ritual complete, she returns to the circle to peer down at the still sleeping form of Franky...

 

[Harvey]

Koric, Half-Orc Cleric of Pelor

OOC: Don't want to take up too much time on what happened in the past, so I will take some shortcuts here.

Koric is very happy that Percy has also volunteered for guard duty, and Percy can see that Koric now holds him in a bit higher regard. Koric offers to take the last watch, the dawn watch, which will also allow him to get his 8 hours of sleep.

When Felicity wakes from her slumber, she sees Koric off to the side of the campsite, kneeling, using his great mace as a counterbalance. You here him praying:
"...and thank you for gracing us with your presense and for watching over in the day to come."

At that, he stands up, clasps his mace to the right side of his belt, straightens out his robes, dusts the dirt off his knees, and turns to return to the campground. Spying Felicity, he gives her a smile. "I hope you slept well, friend elf! I notice you look no worse for wear after your... experimentation with our newfound freind's wine!"

After briefly sweeping his eyes over the rest of the party, making sure nothing is amiss, Koric heads over to wrap up his bedroll, making sure to shake out any leaves or grass that might have gotten inside.

Koric is too busy wrapping up his gear to hear Felicity's whispering.

OOC: Listen 13 (DC 15 for someone whispering)

 

[Wilphe]

Percy will also have taken a warming to Koric; he's not the sort of person to make up his mind on someone quickly, but the initial outlook seems good. Percy will retrieve and clean off his arrows before putting them back in his quiver and then repack his backpack. If there are any little rabbits or hares around the campsite he will attempt to bag one of them - not in the middle of the night because that sort of thing tends to course a unwanted disturbance, but if he sees a likely target before they move off he'll try and get one, or more.

"And a bright new day it is," he'll give the Spellcasters plenty of space to do whatever it is they need to do and take a last check around the site to see if anything has been dropped before moving off.


OOC:
Survival 5
Attack Roll 6, and that's if he is within 30'
Unless it's a huge, clumsy rabbit I think he misses even he sees one

http://krisinchico.brinkster.net/searchroll.asp?username=Percy#152558

 

[Mavnn]

Lindal - Half Orc Ranger

Lindal's morning routine appears to be quite simple: he stands up, nods to his companions and stuffs a strip of jerky into his mouth.

He then wonders off a little way to take care of personal details.

As the caravan heads off, party members who are interested will see that Lindal is taking up a flanking guard position. Given the slow speed of the carts, he has more than enough time to disappear a little way into the forest into the forest every so often for short scouting trips. When he does so, he moves with surprising grace and accuracy, vanishing into the shadows of the trees with unusual ease for his large frame. He often returns with with nuts, berrys and other food stuff, which he shares with his new found companions.

 

[FreeXenon]

Franky, Male Halfling, Lore Keeper

Franky slowly starts to rouse from sleeping. He slowly sits up and looks around, eyes red and not yet focused. His curly hair is flat on one side from sleeping on it and there are small red lines and reddened skin covering one side of his face. The halfling rubs his eyes carefully - yawns - and then stands up. He looks around again not seeming to really see anything, bends down and picks up his blanket and pillow. He moves as if he is putting the blanket and pillow on a shelf, he lets go of them, and they drop to the ground with a fwoof.... With eyes closed he pulls out his flask and takes a small sip of apple wine. A small content smile appears and he moves his head as if he is looking around at something in the back of his mind. He stoppers the flask and moves to put the flask away on another lower shelf (which happens to be where Felicity is standing) and puts the flask into her hand.

In an slow zombie-like fashion he turns around and walks slowly away from the campsite. One foot scuffs forward, pause, and then the other. Shoulders slump slightly as a few long moments of scuff, pause, scuff allow him to disappear from sight.

After a few minutes he returns bright eyes and bushy tailed (as if he had one) with a great big spring in his step (almost skipping). As he rounds the corner and the site comes into view he stops abruptly (almost in mid-skip). He looks at the blanket and pillow on the ground and Felicity holding the flask and his face reddens a little bit appearing to be a little embarressed.
To Felicity:
"I am not a morning person." He smiles. "There's nothing like applewine to jumpstart your morning. Would you like some?" Smiling he picks up his blanket and pillow, skips out of sight, and a moment later he returns with a book in hand.

"Good moring Felicity. I hope you all slept well. I see Koric and Percy had an early start." He sits down on his rock, makes himself comfortable, opens the book and begins to read.

When it is time to move out he will pack up his book and mount his pony and he begins a tempo'd traveling chant to help people keep pace. He will keep his crossbow in a pseudo-convenient place.

"...
Dive, drive, drive
On and on we go

Seven hands and three days
Four lost to settle a score

Dive, drive, drive
On and on we go

Three drips and four breaths
Marching on forever more

Dive, drive, drive
On and on we go

Two Lords and three Wives
For this we War
..."


At some point he will ride near Felicity and ask some question about this Green Path and her people.

To Felicity:
"Green Path... Blue Stone? I am curious.."

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[Harvey]

Koric, Half-Orc Cleric of Pelor

As the caravan begins to gear up and move forward, Koric takes a position towards the front of the caravan, acting as a guide to its people (a religion one, obviously not knowing the direction towards the new city).

At one point, when Lindal come over to share some of his berries and nuts, Koric strikes up a conversation with him: "So, Lindal, we are not too different, you and I... we have both sworn our lives to protect the races of this land from the orc marauders. I must admit, when I first spied you, I had my suspicions... but I am glad those suspicions have been brought out of the shadows and into Pelor's light. I would be honored to call you friend and ally." At that, Koric lets out a loud laugh. Then, looking around to see if anyone is listening, Koric brings his voice down to a whisper. "However, you as well as I know that there are strong chances that we will be facing orcs on this caravan route. It is good to know that, when the inevitable attack comes, that you will be as quick as I am with dispatching them to whatever afterlife those scoundrels might believe in..."