The Bold Adventures of Poins--On the Town

[Ranger Rick]

Alan absently shrugs than rides off with a huge stupid grin on his face.

 

[jkason]

"Right now, we don't have anything to arm you with. You might consider asking your friend there--he seems to have turned up some stuff. Otherwise you'll have to make due with what we give you in camp. As for an emergency--well, we'll tell you what to do when that happens, and not before." Helm turns around. "Let's move." And with that, they ride out of Poins, into the East...

Weel keeps his eyes and ears open, but generally remains quiet as the group sets off, trying to get a better sense of both recruits and recruiters through observation than active prying. The last thing he wants is to have someone returning the pry.

 

[Bloodcookie]

"Right now, we don't have anything to arm you with. You might consider asking your friend there--he seems to have turned up some stuff. Otherwise you'll have to make due with what we give you in camp. As for an emergency--well, we'll tell you what to do when that happens, and not before." Helm turns around. "Let's move." And with that, they ride out of Poins, into the East...

*OOC: I suppose I should ask what exactly was in that chest *

Caradoc spurs his horse onward, feeling as though a great weight has been lifted from his chest with his newly granted freedom.

 

[Rhialto]

*OOC: I suppose I should ask what exactly was in that chest *

Caradoc spurs his horse onward, feeling as though a great weight has been lifted from his chest with his newly granted freedom.

OOC: Two sets of studded leather armor, two small metal shields, two longswords (masterwork quality), two halfspears.

The group's first two days of travel are largely uneventful. They pass through the hills and mountains, share breakfast, dinner, and the occasional, infrequent conversation. Helm and his men, while friendly, are slightly standoffish, though they are no match for Ventruli, who avoids interacting with anyone if he can help it. The recruits get to know each other, though nervousness does mark their interactions.

On the third day, the group wakes to a dreary rain. Helm and Bernlad seem to be in a rather anxious conversation with Ventruli, though it's hard to make anything out.

 

[jkason]

On the third day, the group wakes to a dreary rain. Helm and Bernlad seem to be in a rather anxious conversation with Ventruli, though it's hard to make anything out.

Sounds like I'm not the only one around here with secrets to keep, Weel thinks as he wakes to the bad weather and sounds of quieted arguing. He decides a better idea of his new supervisors' secrets might give him a clue as to how they might deal with his own.

Weel stretches and yawns and tries to find some chore or another a little nearer to the discussion: checking his horse's rigging, stoking the fire, digging up rations. Anything that might get him in earshot but allow him to seem too pre-occupied to be eavesdroppping. Of course, eavesdropping is exactly his intent.

[OOC: Weel's Listen is +5. As this probably also involves a Bluff check of some kind (he's trying to pretend he's doing something else), Weel's check there is only the untrained +0. He and I are mostly hoping the intensity of the conversation mitigates Weel's lack of skill at dissembling]

 

[Rhialto]

With a feigned nonchalance, Weel listens to the trio's converstation.

[sblock]"--bout this?" asks Helm anxiously.

"Certain," says Ventruli with detached calm. "Proudwind has seen the same crow ever since we entered the mountains. We are being watched..."

"And no idea by who," mutters Helm.

"Oh, I have some idea," says Bernlad. "Still--the field is broad."

Helm nods. "We best be on our guard."

"Should I alert the recruits, sir?" asks Bernlad casually.

"No," replies Helm. "It would only panic them."[/sblock]

 

[mps42]

Graevel keeps his own company in a sullen silence during the first day, angry for having outsmarted himself.
The second is not much better but will engage in light conversation if approached.
The third day, however, being rainy and gray, he is back to his grouchy self. In a move surprising even to himself, he approaches Helm "You... Umm, Helm was it? Yar, I thought so. I be wondering if there was something I could do. This riding is boring and, to be honest, neither me horse nor meself is really to happy about it. An' with the rain an all, I needs somethin to take me mind off the road."

 

[Rhialto]

Helm looks at the Nibelung a moment, then smirks. "Certainly." He pulls a roll of rope out of his bag, and throws it at him. "Here you go. Now, I want you to tie knots in this rope. About--oh, 130 of them. Yes, that sounds sufficient. 130 knots. When you're done, I'll find something else for you to do." And then with a chuckle, he turns away.

 

[Bloodcookie]

Caradoc, not wanting to make the soldiers feel nervous by creating more activity than necessary around the camp, tries to listen in from his sleeping spot (listen +6).

Hm. I must remember to offer the other volunteers some of Grandpa's old gear. Oghma knows I don't exactly have the strongest sword-arm in the world. I suppose I could handle the armor, so long as we're not marching, at least.

 

[Rhialto]

Caradoc, not wanting to make the soldiers feel nervous by creating more activity than necessary around the camp, tries to listen in from his sleeping spot (listen +6).

Hm. I must remember to offer the other volunteers some of Grandpa's old gear. Oghma knows I don't exactly have the strongest sword-arm in the world. I suppose I could handle the armor, so long as we're not marching, at least.

Caradoc fails to pick up what they're saying.