Storms of Change, Part 2

[Verbatim]

Dunathar sips on his coffee as the others fill him in on their destination.

"I'll scout ahead. It will be nice change of pace from being on the back of that stupid horse of mine."

 

[GPEKO]

Bert

Filbert, mounted on his riding dog, seems in a good mood today. "Another day, another road ... I hardly add anytime to see Carodan but I can't complain, this is going to be exciting ! Don't you agree Mirena ?"

 

[silentspace]

Gathering their mounts and gear, the group exits the northern gates of Carodan, leaving the relative safety of the walled town for the untamed wilderness beyond. Mirena is mounted on one of the bandit's horses, and has some of the bandit's gear as well.

[This is the day Zanock was to meet Rangark, one hour north of Carodan]

 

[Thels]

Zanock, who missed the row the other day, because he grew tired of all the light and the human faces and went to sleep, seems eager to get on the road the next morning. "Sure, we move today. Zanock needs do something ahead on road. That a problem?"

OOC: Not taking any of the offered items, discarding them as useless.

 

[Seonaid]

Rowyn likewise is happy to be on the road again. After offering a prayer to Fharlanghn, she breaks fast with the others in the tavern. Sabala and Rowyn both look forward to the journey. [Still have not updated my character sheet . . . What's left? Rowyn would have taken what she wanted, and anything else no one else wanted, as long as it didn't cause encumbrance problems.]

 

[silentspace]

The group travels along the Trade Road north of the city. The terrain here is much hillier and forested then before. Close to Carodan you pass some farming thorps that look to have been abandoned years ago. These abandoned farms quickly decrease in number and soon disappear. After travelling an hour north of the city, the countryside looks totally abandoned, with hardly any traces of civilization. The Trade Road is in great disrepair, with no one around to maintain it. The area is surrounded by tall grasses, rising 3-4 feet off the ground.

Not sure where Rangark meant, the group presses on. Then off to your left, about 500 yards away, Dunathar spots a single orc step out from behind a tree. He waves over at you, then turns around and disappears into the copse of trees behind him.

 

[Verbatim]

OOC: How far from the others am I?

 

[silentspace]

OOC: How far from the others am I?

OOC: I figure if you're scouting you'd probablyl be about a hundred feet ahead. Close enough for your mounted friends to charge in to your aid. But it's up to you. Does a hundred feet sound about right?

 

[Verbatim]

OOC: Sounds fine to me..

Unsure of what the strange orc might want, Dunathar looked once towards his approaching companions and began walking towards the quasi-hiding orc, drawing his short sword as he went.

~What in the blazes is going on here...~

 

[silentspace]

Dunathar leads the group across the grass towards the copse of trees. The little people, mounted on their riding dogs, can barely see over the grass. They might not see much at all if they were on foot.

As the party approaches the tree line, another orc approaches, gesturing for you to halt. He has a whispered conversation with the first orc, all the time glancing furtively at the party. Then he steps forward and addresses the party.

“You all come with orc warrior?” Turning to Zanock, he says “Do they come with you? Follow you?”