Playtesting: IG's 'The Making of Heroes'

[Legildur]

The dwarf rises quickly in the morning and soon has his gear packed, armor donned, and a strip of beef jerky hanging from the corner of his mouth - ready to roll. "Now what?" he asks of the others.

 

[industrygothica]

[sblock]Everyone still with us? Where do you guys want to go from here?[/sblock]

 

[OnlytheStrong]

Aramil descends from the tree and makes another circle around the camp.


[sblock=ooc] Sorry, I guess I missed that there were new posts Didn't mean to let it stall lol [/sblock]

 

[Arkhandus]

Irathias Miraviel, elven rogue

[sblock]I was waiting for a cue from the DM, or Aramil, since he's the group's tracker.....[/sblock]

Irathias descends as well once Aramil is on the ground, and heads straight into the camp. "Well, it looks like no trouble arose during the night, so we should hurry on along to catch up with the other caravaners or their orcish slavemasters. At least, for now I think the others may've been taken prisoner. I found a few dead humans, but they were probably guards that fought back. Aramil will lead us along the trail we found, and we'll kick some more orcish arses," he says to the group.

 

[Legildur]

"Aye," the dwarf agrees. "Me axe keens for more skulls to split. Lead on!"

 

[WarShrike]

"What of the lady and her father? We can't leave them here to fend for themselves."

 

[Arkhandus]

Irathias sighs. "Well of course not! They're taggin' along until we go back to Bjorah's Cliff. It's safer for them to stick by us than to wander around here on their own while hoping the orcs don't come back, lookin' for the kin what didn't return." the elf responds. Looking at the two humans for a second, he adds "Just stick a fair ways behind the dwarf and the half-orc. Me an' Aramil can scout ahead, and these two are slower anyway so you shouldn't have trouble keepin' up with them."

 

[Legildur]

The dwarf grunts and scowls for a moment, before turning to Thogrim. "Slow heh?"

 

[industrygothica]

"Bjorah's Cliff?" the old man says. "Peyton's where we're headed; got a load t'deliver.

"I thank ye all for yer help; surely me daughter an' me'd be dead or worse if you hadn't come along, but I really think we'll be ok from here. Wagon's still in good shape, and me horses are still alive. Peyton's only a day or so out, and we'll be hirin' a scout fer the way back, count on that. But I got no mind to go orc huntin' now, not with me girl with me."

 

[OnlytheStrong]

Aramil merely nods at the seemingly strange humans and disappears into the brush, heading back in their original direction.