Playtesting: IG's 'The Making of Heroes'

[Arkhandus]

"Let's follow some of the tracks into the forest, and see where they lead. We may find the missing caravaners, or their assailants. Aramil, do you think we could follow the tracks much further right now, or should we wait 'till dawn?" Irathias says. He looks uncertain, thinking about whether he should take out his bedroll or instead restring his bow for a pursuit.

 

[Legildur]

"What bleedin' trail you talking about?" the dwarf queries. "You said you could see smoke!" he points a finger at Aramil. "Why don't we just go to that while we still can?"

 

[Arkhandus]

(ooc: Somehow I missed the mention of smoke)

 

[OnlytheStrong]

"I believe the smoke is the wagons. It would be wise to go there directly." Aramil begins to head in the direction of the smoke, his keens eyes searching for tracks as well as movement around him.

 

[Arkhandus]

Irathias nods and gets his bow ready, an arrow in hand, then says "I may as well scout it out first, I suppose. Come along if you can keep quiet, Aramil." With that, the elf moves towards the smoke quietly and watches his steps to avoid any noisy twigs or similar debris.

[sblock=ooc]Taking 10 on Hide and Move Silently, for a 16 each, moving from tree to tree where possible. Listen and Spot are both at +6, if he needs to make any checks with them.[/sblock]

 

[OnlytheStrong]

"So silent you won't even know I'm ahead of you." Aramil says slyly. He creeps ahead, taking care to stay in areas of cover.

 

[WarShrike]

"Guess the Dwarf and i will plod along."

 

[industrygothica]

Irathias and Aramil arrive at the same place, at roughly the same time, but from different angles. As they acknowledge each other's abilities, they both hear laughter coming from the direction of the fire.

As the elves approach closer they see a gang of orcs around a raging campfire. Each has a huge, dripping chunk of mutton. A human female, maybe sixteen years of age, tends to the fire and fights off an occasional goosing from the rowdy orcs, who only laugh and tear at another piece of meat.

A damaged supply cart sits off to the side out of the way.

 

[Legildur]

The dwarf grunts in agreement with Thogrim. With grim set mouth and hard eyes, Dowkan moves as quietly as he can through the forest.

 

[Arkhandus]

From his hiding spot, Irathias signals to Aramil a simple handsign to hold position, then Irathias creeps back towards where Dowkan and Thogrim will be coming from.

When he reaches the dwarf and half-orc, Irathias tells them quietly "There are several orcs up ahead, dining around a fire. They have a young prisoner tending to the fire, so be careful not to wound her during the fight. Sneak in from different angles to attack the orcs, and when you get close enough or if they spot you, just charge in. Aramil and I will strike when we see you approaching."

That done, Irathias turns back and sneaks back towards the orcish camp, angling to get behind the cart and hide there. He keeps his shortbow ready.

[sblock=ooc]Irathias wants to get within 30 feet of an orc, if possible, but no closer than 20 or 25 feet if he can help it, while still having cover. If there's a tree close enough to the orcs and the cart, Irathias will hide behind the tree instead. He wants to shoot an orc with a sneak attack when Thogrim and Dowkan get close, before the orcs are tipped off by the sound.[/sblock]