[The Mythar Resistance] On The Trail


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Hearing Uiim's shout, Osric drops his tools into his cart, grabs his falchion and makes his way quickly but cautiously to the gnome.

"Uiim? What's going on?"

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OOC: FYI, Osric is unarmored.
 
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DM:
sense I can see the smoke and the crows I'll slip from the caravan and head for the town cautiously I don't want to be spotted or heard if I can help it at all period.
 
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Lazlow said:
Hearing Uiim's shout, Osric drops his tools into his cart, grabs his falchion and makes his way quickly but cautiously to the gnome.

"Uiim? What's going on?"

The old gnome nods to the dwarf's words and then glances over to the large human, "Unknown at the moment - reports are still comin' in..." He seems concerned, his attention stretched tighter than a lute string...
 
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Ashy said:
The old gnome nods to the dwarf's words and then glances over to the large human, "Unknown at the moment - reports are still comin' in..." He seems concerned, his attention stretched tighter than a lute string...

Osric runs back to his cart and begins preparations for combat, listening intently for Uiim's voice and/or any nearby disruptions.

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DM: Osric will first put his lance near to his horse (which is, BTW, a jet black stallion named Seamus), basically ready to grab so he can jump on and ride out in a hurry. If no danger presents itself immediately, he'll hastily don his breastplate, then ride out (with falchion sheathed and lance at the ready) - assuming he knows where to ride. If not, then he'll ride back over to Uiim, ready to defend.
 

Log-a-log:
You slip off into town, unnoticed by the rest of the performing troupe. It'll take you a couple minutes to get into town properly.

Uiim:
You can account for everyone except for Log-a-log and Olivia, although you know Olivia is bathing near the stream to the south.
 
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Nassitch (male Kobold)

Uiim said:
"Sound off an' report! Tell me what's happenin' folks!"

Nassitch kept his nose in the air, trying to identify what was going on. He didn't want to say anything until he was certain there was real trouble. Kimble, for his par, barked a short yip.

Kromgron said:
"There's a bad smell, Nassitch says!" Kromgron calls, claping his helmet on his head and grasping his axe Bullcleaver in both hands.

"Kromgron, I smell the blood of a Huom," Nassitch said to Kromgron. Nassitch continued to sniff trying to determine the direction . . . "Someplace nearby."

When he identified the direction, Nassitch continued to dress and equip all of his gear. He didn't have much, but he wanted to be ready to leave.
 

"Log-a-log is missing!", Uiim hisses. "Everyone, keep an eye out for him!" The old gnome calls out, "Log! Where are you?"
 

Nassitch said:
"Kromgron, I smell the blood of a Huom," Nassitch said to Kromgron. Nassitch continued to sniff trying to determine the direction . . . "Someplace nearby."

When he identified the direction, Nassitch continued to dress and equip all of his gear. He didn't have much, but he wanted to be ready to leave.

Nassitch:
From what you can tell, the scent comes from the east. The slight wind must be carrying it as it blows westward. When you look towards the town you can make out a small trail of smoke and a small flock of crows wheeling about.
 
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