[PbP] WOT: Prophecies of the Dragon

[Darkwolf]

"Master Ferrin, you are too kind. Was anyone wounded from the attack. I am trained in the arts of first aid."

 

[Uriel]

'Indeed, master ferrin, we only did as any decent folk would. Thank you for the hospitality.'

 

[GruTheWanderer]

Master Ferrin accepts your thanks with a grin. He welcomes Dawn's aid with the wounded.

A murmur of disgust ripples through the crowd as a stooped shape - more a filthy pile of rags than a man - pushes its way toward you.

"That filthy beggar again!" Master Ferrin exclaims. "He's been hanging around for two days now!"

He turns to toward the shuffling mound. "I told you to stay away from the Stag, you vermin! Now get, or I'll have Bennet set the dogs on you!"

The beggar cringes, if such a wretched creature could possibly stoop deeper, but doesn't turn. "I saw!" the man croaks. "In the alley there. I saw where the creatures came from. More wait in the darkness. I can lead you."

Ferrin's scowl turns to astonishment. "More of these beasts?" He turns back towards you. "I hate to ask you for further favors, but the Queen's Guard may not arrive for another ten minutes. Would you find out if we are in danger of another attack? The beggar can lead you."

 

[Priest]

"I will follow you ol' man" Sivak says drawing his sword and tapping the beggar with the flat of the blade "Lead on, and no tricks if I find you are a party to these foul beasts, you will not survive the swiftness of my blade"

Sivak will motion for the rest to follow the beggar with care, sensing something uncouthe about the old man

 

[garyh]

Jorad spoke up, "Aye, lead on. This threat must be uncovered."

 

[Uriel]

'Aye, my Blade's barely whetted, I'd send more Trollocs to the Grave before this night ends, lead on...'

 

[GruTheWanderer]

The stooped form of the beggar leads you out into the road, down the street, and around the corner past the alleyway entrance.

At the fringe of the fields surrounding the city outskirts, some six hundred feet from the Golden Stag, the beggar points along a hedgerow. The Trollocs, he indicates, came from the stand of trees a quarter-mile across the fields.

In the nighttime darkness, the copse is a black mass, and no forms can be discerned in the inky shadow.

 

[Darkwolf]

"What we need is a little light," says Dawn as she concentrates for a moment and a small light appears in her hand.

Lvl 1 Light Weave. Slot Used: 1st

 

[GruTheWanderer]

The light is sufficient to illuminate the nearest portion of the fields. Surely whatever Trollocs remain in the distant stand of trees will be unable to distinguish it from any of the lighted windows in the city behind you.

The nearby hedge seems to extend the full quarter mile north to the trees indicated by the beggar. Open fields surround the trees on all sides, although Sivak remembers a small ravine leads into the woods from the west.

 

[Priest]

Informing the others of the ravine Sivak thanks the beggar with another tap of the flat of his blade on the old ones backside, and a tossed crown

"Thanks old one" and sivak begins to go slowly down into the ravine hoping that the others follow.