OrkJager

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Felicity returns from her walk in the woods with Dagmar, patting her newly stuffed component pouches. "We spotted a whole patch of moonflowers, just about fifty yards from here! These buds are fresh and filled to the brim with the moon's chill. Dagmar even caught a couple of baerns for the stew!" She points and smiles at Dagmar, who holds up a brace of rabbits, their heads hanging at odd angles from their necks. "We also found some stone moss, which is great for..." She slows to a stop in the middle of camp, looking from Lindal to Percy, Koric, and finally the newcomer, Fortin. "Ah, you all are speaking of the Orcs. What are we to do? Is someone moving ahead? My well is not yet empty, I can summon a few spells still this evening if we press on."

Spinning about, she notices no one has yet begun cooking. Felicity gives the men an evil glare as she scoops up her spice satches and starts adding pinches of this and that to the cooking pot. "Men..." she sighs, winking at you, "standing around blabbing, waiting for the woman to feed them... at least the water is hot." She offers to take the rabbits from Dagmar, pulling out a thin cooking knife to gut them. From within her gunna a seemingly endless supply of chopped, dried roots and mushrooms appear, and soon the smell of savory rabbit stew begins wafting from the iron pot.

 

[Voadam]

Spinning about, she notices no one has yet begun cooking. Felicity gives the men an evil glare as she scoops up her spice satches and starts adding pinches of this and that to the cooking pot. "Men..." she sighs, winking at you, "standing around blabbing, waiting for the woman to feed them... at least the water is hot." She offers to take the rabbits from Dagmar, pulling out a thin cooking knife to gut them.

Dagmar corrects her with a grin "Nay lass, I believe the word you were looking for is humans." as he hands her the young rabbits.

 

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Fortin Human Fighter1

"Well, Felicity, I for one am quite pleased that I did not attempt to put my meager cooking skills to use... as that would have denied me the chance to experience what you can do!" Fortin looks famished, and the smells coming from the pot are only making him hungrier.

 

[Wilphe]

"Two rabbits won't feed a round dozen of us; but anything that isn't iron rations is a welcome addition to the diet and helps us conserve our supplies," Percy smiles at Felicity, "I very much doubt that anything we take of the orcs bodies will be palatable to us. Had we thought of it we might have stayed and butchered the bear - but time presses."

He will organise watches (those pushing on early will not stand a watch) and settle down for what sleep he can.

 

[FreeXenon]

Franky, Halfling Male, Lore Keeper

Franky walks into the camp area as the group is deciding on a course of action and setting up camp and cooking rabbits. A disgruntled look disturbs his gentle features furling his brow and contorting his face. His clothes are dirty and stained with grass. Leaves and blades of grass fall from his clothes and hair as he approaches. His cherubic face has a small cut on his cheek and is dusted with a little dirt. He forcefully thrust his hands towards Felicity's unoccupied hands. After a moment a boyish smile full of satisfaction annouces the opening of his hand to reveal 3 edible mushrooms. His shoulders slouch a little as he sighs in relief as he starts to dust himself off. You catch a quick smirk appear and disappear as he says "Don't ask!!"

"I think I will leave the cooking and hunting to others. This is just too much work."

"Splitting up seems like a practical thing to do. I will go with the advancing team and if there is trouble or if support is needed I can ride back to get the rest of you and relay tactical information."

Franky smiles at the sight of Dagmar and the pile of firewood by his side. Smiling innocently he quietly chants "... Dagmar the Lumberjack... I'm OK! I chop all night and I clang all day..." and then quickly hides behind Koric. His head peeking out from behind Koric's leg looking for a clanging dwarf in tow.

 

[Voadam]

Dagmar has apparently not heard the little bard's song or the rest of its refrain before, he is back to resharpening the orc spear against the whetstone. As Franky looks up expectantly the dwarf seems to be hefting the weight of the spear, as if checking its balance for throwing.

 

[FreeXenon]

Franky, Halfling Male, Lore Keeper

A trill "Eeep!" is heard as Franky takes cover fully behind Koric's leg gripping it tightly. A look of abject terror is frozen on his face. He stays quiet behind Koric for a moment and then slowly collapses to the ground - fainting.

 

[Harvey]

Koric, Half-Orc Cleric of Pelor

Up until now, Koric has been keeping is mouth closed after Felicity's chastising of the men of the party. However, a smile appears as Franky begins singing his little diddy. His smile turns into a chuckle as the halfling faints from Dagmar's gestures (whether intentional or not). Koric lifts the halfling in the air, giving a shout "Rise and shine, friend halfling! It is time to awaken from your slumber!" He sets Franky back down to the ground, giving him a playful slap on the shoulder.

Enjoying the cameraderie, Koric wanders over to the cooking rabbits, showing a bit of drool on his chin. He passes by Fortin, and stops for a moment, leaning in for a whisper. "Let me tell you from personal experience..." he says, rubbing his stomach "that our elven friend's spices can make even swamp water dilectable." He grins at the fighter, continuing. "I'm not sure how they fed you in the ranks of Faule's guard, but you are indeed in for a treat tonight!"

After exchanging words with Fortin, Koric continues on to where Felicity is cooking her meal. He takes in a deep breath, wafting the smell of the cooking rabbits towards his pronounced nostils. "Thank Pelor you are here to watch over us, my young friend! I fear what would happen to us were you not keeping an eye on us men." he says with a chuckle. He turns to face both Felicity and Dagmar. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

 

[FreeXenon]

Franky, Male Halfling, Lore Keeper

After Korics words to rouse the halfling, Franky shakes his head to consciousness. Embarrassment deeply reddens his face as he scampers to take cover behind Felicity. He quietly whispers to Felicity "I am more afraid of Dagmar's skills than I am an orks! It is good we are friends!"

"Right Dagmar??" the halfling says loud enough for the Dwarf to hear and then he laughs nervously!

 

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"Nope! Fetch your bowls, men and dwarf.... and you too, little halfling! This pot is nearly ready." Feliticy takes a final sip of the stew and adds a pinch more of crushed salts, stirring it in and pronouncing it finished.

"Erm, anybody want these baern skins? Seems a shame to waste them, but we've no time for stretching them." She waves her hand at the discarded rabbit skins, laid out on a nearby log. "And speaking of time, what have you decided? Will some press on to scout ahead?"