Paths of Legend - Tragedy at Silvergard

Aohdan looked on in wonder while the two leggers bustled about thier designated camp sight. Having never needed much more than a place to stand, and an occasional campfire to cook with, Aohdan was at a loss as to the needs of his new companions. Still, he wanted to be helpfull. He crouched down next to where Alaric and others were depositing firewood and began carefully assembling a small cone of twigs, with dried moss underneath for tinder. "Does anyone use steel and flint? Or shall I do it the old fashioned way?" he joked.
 

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Estelle perks up at this Aohdan's question, "I think I actually might have some in my pack. I can't remember though, I haven't dug through all this in a little while. I sure hope it doesn't rain tonight, that'd be a rotten way to start this trip." She unfurls her bedroll and kneels down on the rough fabric, looking through her pack.

[sblock=OOC]I thiiiink she has flint and steel, I just have to wait til I'm home to look at her character sheet. If she does have it, it's unused, so prime for lightin'.[/sblock]
 


"Ah, yes, I always carry fire-starting implements for cooking or camping. Thank you for the help, Aohdan." Alaric says, opening up a compartment of his right belt pouch, withdrawing a piece of flint and a small steel plate, both marked up a bit from occasional use.

"I agree we should set up a nightly watch while we're on the road," he says while striking the flint across the steel, putting sparks to the tinder. "I suppose I'll stay up a few hours for the first watch, before I get too drowsy."

Once the fire's going, he stands back up and approaches Corath. "Y'know, I think I do remember that Tal person. A tailor in Azgund, works on clothing for the Lords and Ladies of the city I think. Never seen 'em myself, but I've heard a lot while wandering the city and talking with folks. Might be able to point you in the general direction to his shop, but that'll probably have to wait until after we get back from Silvergard."
 

Arkhandus said:
"I agree we should set up a nightly watch while we're on the road," he says while striking the flint across the steel, putting sparks to the tinder. "I suppose I'll stay up a few hours for the first watch, before I get too drowsy."

Once the fire's going, he stands back up and approaches Corath. "Y'know, I think I do remember that Tal person. A tailor in Azgund, works on clothing for the Lords and Ladies of the city I think. Never seen 'em myself, but I've heard a lot while wandering the city and talking with folks. Might be able to point you in the general direction to his shop, but that'll probably have to wait until after we get back from Silvergard."

Corath says to Alaric, "Thank you for the offer; I accept." She attempts to help with the camp chores, but is obviously inexperienced and more hindrance than help. After the camp chores are completed, she says, "I will aid Alaric on watch." She settles herself to sleep.

[sblock=OOC]Corath's bluff check...as the DM requested. (1d20+3=23) [/sblock]
 


Valen eats his rations quietly, studying his new companions as he does. He usually worked alone, otherwise he had only worked with other rangers. Going into this situation without knowing his companions' mettle made him uncomfortable. But the journey to Silvergard was long... hopefully long enough to get to know them...
 


[sblock=sense motive] 14

Obviously I did not add my favored enemy bonus vs. humans, as she is not human (as if that would have helped, LOL). But just as academic interest: Given the fact that humans ARE Valen's favored enemies, does he notice something odd about Corath (other than the fact she barely eats, LOL)?
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OOC: Helfdan, you can actually add the Favored Enemy bonus for the specific purpose of determining that something isn't, in fact, a creature of your favored enemy type, but not for any other purpose. However, even with that +2, you still didn't get the 23. The whole non-eating thing is still a little suspicious, though.

Norali looks at Johen a few moments after he asks his question, as if only just now hearing him and answers quietly, "Oh...sorry, distracted. Not sad really, just quiet. I'm the youngest of ten...the quiet one."
 

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