The Sudden Approach of Unexplainable Power: IC

[unleashed]

Aekalos nods, “Ah, yes, I’ve heard about orcs near Eberdeen. As for highwaymen, well I guess we’ll see...”

[SBLOCK=OOC]Yep, go ahead and move on.[/SBLOCK]

 

[Nonlethal Force]

The trio take two days of rather uneventful traveling to arrive at the crossroads between the road to Bacrothen and the road that leads south into Eberdeen. From the crest of a nearby hill the suburbs of Eberdeen can be seen to the south. The small village of Jansten appears to be about a mile's distance to the south.

 

[unleashed]

“Well, it appears there’s not much adventure to be found along the road between Partuss and Jansten at this time,” Aekalos comments, smiling as he reopens the conversation about orcs from several days ago. “So, Errast, you said there were a few dangerous orcs near Eberdeen. Do you know if any are situated around Jansten?”

 

[Nonlethal Force]

Errast smiles and half closes his eyes. His eyes seem to roll back in his head, at least back enough so that his half closed eyelids hide any indication of pupil or iris. Suddenly his eyes snap open and he speaks, "A map I once saw listed a fairly violent tribe of orcs off to the southwest of our current location. You planning on going pig-nose hunting?"

Maris smiles are Errast's derrogatory slang for orc.

 

[unleashed]

“I guess that question was less than subtle,” Aekalos chuckles, “but now we’re here I think I should let you in on my intentions, considering I may want your assistance down the road. My plan doesn’t involve hunting them though, it’s more along the lines of infiltrating their camp and retrieving something... someone in fact.”

 

[Nonlethal Force]

Maris looks sideways at Aekalos. "Retrieving something from orcs? You have a silver tongue in that mouth as well? Because orcs don't normally respond well to 'please sir, give it back.'" Errast smiles at her joking comment.

 

[unleashed]

“Now, I didn’t say I’d be asking, did I? Although, I have been told I’m silver-tongued more than once,” Aekalos chuckles. “Though seeing as I have no idea how orcs would respond to my particular style, as I’ve never run across them before, I think I’ll just stick with my original plan of trying a daring rescue... at least until I get a look at the place anyway and see if it’s possible or not.”

 

[Nonlethal Force]

Erast grins. "Ah, the dashing young man to the rescue, then. In and out before they know you hit them. Legend of Storybooks in the future!"

 

[unleashed]

[SBLOCK=OOC]Oops, don't know how I missed your last post. [/SBLOCK]“Well, I don’t know about storybooks, but that’s the general idea,” Aekalos agrees, grinning. “So, how far do you think their camp is from here?” he asks, glancing up at the sky to judge the time of day.

 

[Nonlethal Force]

Erast looks to the southwest and then to the sky. "We'll, I'd guess that finding tracks to the tribe should be able to be accomplished by the time the sun goes down. As for how far it is, I don't know beyond that. Do you have the gift for following tracks, Aekalos?"