[The Mythar Resistance] On The Trail

The night passes in the midst of the pattering of rain upon the carriage roofs. The sun eeks out a few rays of light between the dark clouds. Hard tack and coffee and then the road again.

It wears on for hours, passing no one and seeing little wildlife, the rain soaks your cloaks through and Osric breaks out a number of heavy wool blankets from the supply wagon to help keep the drivers warm. The day passes without any seeming shift in light, until you notice that you can't see much beyond the lantern light.

However, Uiim presses the lead carriage onward despite some remarks on making camp for the night. He seems determined to make as much distance now for some reason, and then it sinks into the back of your minds, the contact. The rain sinks into a light misting and you can hear the sounds of the forest beginning to take shape around you, the creatures who had holed themselves away during the rain stirring for the first time in two days.

With a shudder the lead carriage comes to a halt, in the distance you can make out a small light, perhaps a camp fire.
 

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With the wagons stop Log smoothly and quicklys ties the horses up swings down from his percka and appears next to uiim. "Want me to go see what I can find?"
 


Nassitch (male Kobold) Ranger/Egoist 2/3

Nassitch craned his head around the cart trying to see what he could make out of the light up ahead. He almost volunteered for investigating to make certain it was safe, then thought better of it.

'Going up there all alone could be very dangerous,' Nassitch thought.
 

Osric loosens his falchion in its baldric as he rides up next to Uiim's carriage. He scans the area around the campfire with a suspicious eye.
 
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Uiim nods to Log, a slight frown upon his features. He wipes the rain off of his bald crown and then replies. "Aye. Log and Nassitch, go up and take a look around. If this is the contact, he will be wary, so if he speaks, speak my name. We'll be watching - if you need us, you have but to call..."
 


Nassitch (male Kobold) Ranger/Egoist 2/3

Uiim said:
"Aye. Log and Nassitch, go up and take a look around. If this is the contact, he will be wary, so if he speaks, speak my name. We'll be watching - if you need us, you have but to call..."

Nassitch's eyes get big at the mention of his name, his face gaining a "Who? me?" look to it for a moment.

'How come I've got to go explore the scary camp?!?' Nassitch thought. Ideas that he was expendable, among others, flashed through his head in an instant. 'Silly willy. You're going cause you're the scout . . . going scouting . . . '

"Okey-doe, Uiim," Nassitch replied. "Kimble, you stay here while I do the sneaky-sneak time, okay?"

Nassitch headed out toward the light in the distance, keeping to bushes, trees and assorted cover. Once into the initial cover, Nassitch paused, the smell of wet dog about him for a moment . . . then it was gone.

OOC: Nassitch activated Chameleon, granting a +10 enhancement bonus to hide for 30 minutes. Hide +21, Move +8
 

Nassitch disappears from sight in mere seconds, the smell of wet dog lingers for a moment and is then gone with the night wind. Log however takes a moment longer, slipping off into the darkness.

Log and Nassitch:
You both slink through the darkness with a learned ease, as you approach the campfire cautiously you can make out a pair of figures. A short stocky figure, with dark skin, wearing grungy hide armor sits opposite a sharp-nosed halfling who stares into the fire without blinking. The stocky figure grunts something relatively unintelligible to the halfling, although he doesn't move from his seat upon a half-rotten log. The halfling nods, closes his eyes for a moment and then reopens them, a smile crossing his face.
 

Nassitch (male Kobold) Ranger/Egoist 2/3

Nassitch will sneak back and report what he saw to Uiim, with particular attention to describing the two at he campfire.
 

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