[The Mythar Resistance] On The Trail

Log-a-log is up and about quickly dressed and with a big grin on his face. Helping where ever he can and stealing his breakfast when he can and from who he can.
 

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Olivia:
As you seek out a reclusive area to bathe, you feel an uneasy quiet. Something seems off but you can't place it.

Nassitch:
Almost on instinct, your sharp nose tells you something is wrong, a sharp tang to the air makes you almost slip out of the bunk onto Kimble.
 

Nassitch (male Kobold)

Nassitch stretched and inhaled deeply, getting ready to start his day . . . when he suddenly jerked upright and almost fell on Kimble. His eyes darted around trying to detect what disturbed him so. Nassitch hopped out of his bunk, rapidly gathering his things and equipment.

"Kromgron, something is not right," Nassitch said hurriedly. "Smell is all wrong . . . Kimble, what is it boy?"
 

*Kromgron stuck his head back into the wagon, wiping away a bit of juice from an apple he was eating. Already his armor was on and his axe at his side, even in the early morning.*

"What's not right? What's not smelling right? What do you smell?" Kromgron asks, dropping the apple core and looking about suspicioiusly.
 

Olivia

Olivia detaches Eye from her necklace and places it on the ground. Time to activate yourself, my little crystalline friend. I feel ... I feel that something isn't right. Look around and warn me if you find anything fishy. Olivia transmits through her telepathic link with the psicrystal. The little crystal sprouts spider-like legs and starts to scuttle away.

Never too cautious, Olivia touches her necklace and concentrates, calling the protective power locked within. She will then try to focus her own psionic abilities and listen for any sounds that might pierce the silence.

OOC: I'm guessing she's in a pretty isolated area?
 

Log-a-log moves around the camp just seeing what everyone is up to. He is wearing his padded armor and a cloack with no other weapons or items revieled. Though his friends know better. Still sneaking food from people when they aren't looking.
 

Noting the words and actions of his friends, Uiim grows concerned. "Everyone, look sharp! Something well may be amiss!" the old gnome barks.
 

With the bark from Uiim the smile is almost compeltely whiped off of log-a-logs face and he heads into the shadows to dissappear.

DM:
He is going to go search still remaining hidden when he can and we his can't be he tries to get hidden as fast as he can.
 
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The caravan seems split between the odd silence and the bustle of the performers. Whatever it is that has embroiled this situation deserves attention.

Tau and Log-A-Log:
You notice a hint of smoke peeling above the town, along with a gathering of crows.

Olivia is off to the south within a heavily wooded section, presumable at a stream bathing. To the north is the entrance to the mines within a large hill covered in trees which seem peculiarly bereft of townsfolk. To the east is the town proper, although it is mostly obscured by the woods. To the west the road which passes through the town continues into the distance.

Nassitch:
The smell reminds you of something you haven't smelled in a long time, the blood of a Huom. One of the lower caste Mythar warriors.

Olivia:
Eye scuttles across the floor of wooded area near the small stream you had decided to bath at. The little construct sends little messages back every once in a while to you mentally, but mostly to just confirm it is still searching. It's search of the immediate area however yields little additional information. All you can think is that whatever that feeling was, it was a hunch about something in the town rather than out here.

Log-a-log:
Where are you planning on going?
 
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Uiim, slightly preturbed that he has no idea what is going on and moreso frightened for his friends, shouts, "Sound off an' report! Tell me what's happenin' folks!"
 

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