Paths of Legend - Tragedy at Silvergard

[Voda Vosa]

"Yes! Ah've done it!.. oh my bloody legs are fallin' apart!... Ah can walk now ..." Muzdum stops his run, walking heavily, and cleaning the sweat out of his face with his forearm.
Suddenly he hears a birds dying scream. Or that he thought. "Wha' the He... Ah! Bird crap on my helmet! Tha' just great!" the dwarf roars in frustration

 

[shadowmask]

Corath looks over her shoulder, sees the dwarf, then continues on. At Johen's shout of potential trouble, her entire demeanor changes. She steps between Alaric and the direction Johen is pointing toward. She is balanced on her toes, ready for anything. She slowly scans the surrounding environs.

[sblock=Corath's spot check, Wisdom modifier +0]1d20=12 [/sblock]

 

[Helfdan]

Valen Sablewood

The ranger recognizes the approaching figure, and smiles in welcome. "Fret not, friend dwarf. 'Tis said that such avian accidents are a sign of impending good fortune."

 

[Voda Vosa]

"Good fortune? .... Ah' think...... tha's a pile of crap............. exactly like this one!" the dwarf points at the excrements on his helmet. Then, having catch more breath, he continues: "Nice ta see ya fellas, How ya been without good ol' Muzdum? Ah had a bit of a run here, as ya see" The dwarf seems tired, but he has the same wide smile he always have.

 

[Yttermayn]

"Good to see you again friend Muzdum. I was afraid I might have to get someone else to look at these shoes!" Aohdan smiled widely.

 

[crazy_monkey1956]

The Road to Vedlund, just north of the Stone Quarries

Aohdan and Johen notice something in the dust kicked up by Muzdum's approach. A group of men, quarry workers by the look of them...but something is wrong with them. Their movements are jerky and halting. The dust obscures their features but there is definately something unnatural about them and their lumbering gait.

OOC: Aohdan and Johen, roll initiative.

On the road ahead, Muzdum, William, Alaric, Corath, Estelle, Valen, and Norali see the wooden gates of Vedlund's main town, perhaps an hour more ahead...beckoning with the comfort of a warm bed and warm food.

 

[Voda Vosa]

"Fear not ma friend, Ah'll get to it when we get our asses inside that city. We are not so far away from a bed! Let's move on!" Muzdum says, and start running again.

 

[Amaury]

[sblock=OOC] initiative (1d20=4) without my mods.
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[Arkhandus]

Alaric continues on without a clue, not really worried at the moment and just looking forward to the town ahead. His head's too full of random thoughts about the road ahead, so he's hardly paying attention.

[sblock=ooc]Just in case I never mentioned it earlier or it's been forgotten, Alaric has his 'typical adventuring' spells prepared each day while heading to Silvergard, since he is expecting to run into trouble at some point along the way, just not at the moment.

Alaric's initiative is a lowly 7. He really must not be concerned in the least right now. [/sblock]

 

[Jemal]

William sees the gates and smiles, turning to call their slower companions "The gates are no more than an hours ride, let us not dally!"