[The Mythar Resistance] On The Trail

Osric begins breaking down and packing up. "You know, Uiim," he says to the gnome, "we should probably at least consider abandoning the wagons. We certainly can't track off the road with them - and we will most certainly be tracked with them."
 

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Keia said:
"But what about the animals, are we gonna just release them?" Nassitch asked.

"Well, I certainly wouldn't like to," Osric says, "but it's hard to mount a resistance with them in tow. Hopefully we can find a farm that could tend to them... Feargal's a bit stubborn, for sure, but he's a good worker." He pats his mule lovingly, and skritches his nose a bit.
 

"Can we find a farm and give them the wagons and beasts to tend to? Maybe pay them a little, and say if we're not back in a year, they keep them?" Kromgron suggests.
 

Uiim wipes the sweat from his brow, "I would be loathe to leave our things behind, but if it comes to it, we will, and Kromgron's plan is a sound one...." The old gnome looks at the thin, crystal sheet found by Log with a puzzled look upon his features. "I think I might know what this is...", he says quietly, "the question is, can I use it?"

Paitsel's question breaks Uiim out of his thought and the old gnome shakes his head. "Our path leads down roads which I'll warrant not many would want to travel. I have no bond over you, Paitsel - you are free to go as you will..." The old gnome looks to see what Paitsel's action will be...
 

DM:
[sblock]Osric always keeps his falchion within arm's reach, as he's still wary about Paitsel (at least until Uiim says otherwise).[/sblock]
 

Ashy said:
Uiim wipes the sweat from his brow, "I would be loathe to leave our things behind, but if it comes to it, we will, and Kromgron's plan is a sound one...." The old gnome looks at the thin, crystal sheet found by Log with a puzzled look upon his features. "I think I might know what this is...", he says quietly, "the question is, can I use it?"

Paitsel's question breaks Uiim out of his thought and the old gnome shakes his head. "Our path leads down roads which I'll warrant not many would want to travel. I have no bond over you, Paitsel - you are free to go as you will..." The old gnome looks to see what Paitsel's action will be...

"Well 'den, I be done 'ere. If'n ye need a hand, in White Cliff I'll be." With those few words, Paitsel gathers his things, kneeling for a moment at the grave of Vyrick and muttering a quiet prayer, which to Layonarai sounds like an invocation to pass the living into the natural world, spoken in druidic. He then steps foot on the road and heads west deeper into Cihairdun leaving you to your own.

OOC: Plans? Using the campsite as a base and doing some day-time tracking?


Uiim:
What do you plan on doing with the crystal sheet?
 

As Paitsel leaves, Uiim waits until he is out of ear-shot and then looks to the party. "What did the lot of you think of him?", the old gnome asks frankly.

He waits for the replies and then holds the crystal sheet alot. "I've been told that these plaques can store information; but that they hide their secrets well, revealing them only to those that know how to unlock them... Any ideas?", again, Uiim looks to those gathered around him.

OOC: Can anyone fly or have a familiar/object/etc that will suffice? We need a bird's eye view, if you get my meaning...
 

Ashy said:
As Paitsel leaves, Uiim waits until he is out of ear-shot and then looks to the party. "What did the lot of you think of him?", the old gnome asks frankly.

"I'm normally suspicious of outsiders," Osric says flatly, "but that's my job. Still, he didn't threaten us in any way, as far as I could tell."

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OOC: Can anyone fly or have a familiar/object/etc that will suffice? We need a bird's eye view, if you get my meaning...

Kromgron and Osric could probably toss Nassitch up pretty high... ;)
 

Tau gives his report about the items Log found and the Mythar seers. With little else to add he remains quiet and vigilant while the others talk.
 

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