Todd's FR adventure: On the Merchant Road. Part I
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Torillan
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Torillan's familiar....
Turning in his saddle, Torillan calls out behind him "Kira!"
Soon, a small owl glides towards him, landing on his shoulder. He whispers to it, and the owl then takes off, heading toward the smoke.
Turning in his saddle, Torillan calls out behind him "Kira!"
Soon, a small owl glides towards him, landing on his shoulder. He whispers to it, and the owl then takes off, heading toward the smoke.
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Old Fezziwig
this is a low-flying panic attack
Aravalir Celincoer (Move 1.1)
Shaking his head, Aravalir loosens his rapier in its scabbard and checks on his daggers. "Sune's blood," he mutters as he draws his bow, nocking an arrow. He spurs his horse and works on catching up with Kreeg and Killian.
Shaking his head, Aravalir loosens his rapier in its scabbard and checks on his daggers. "Sune's blood," he mutters as he draws his bow, nocking an arrow. He spurs his horse and works on catching up with Kreeg and Killian.
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Jalon Odessa
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Hral strolls steadily along the path, surrounded on all sides by his mounted comrades. His faithful wolf companion, Kjata, obviously incrediably excited by her first journey away from the lands in which she was raised, seems both anxious and reluctant - especially at the prospect of travelling with another wolf her own age.
As for the dwarf, it is the first time in many years that he too has travelled, and his stern, stoic demeanor belies a certain reluctance and reservation. Most worrying is the notion of travelling with other dwarves, the first he's associated with since leaving his homeland all those years ago.
At the first call of 'fire' Hral's ears pick up, as do Kjata's, and the pair immediately spring into action.
'It looks like trouble's ahead - get movin' lads! Wouldn't want that blaze to spread to the surrounding woodlands!'
And with that, Hral draws his spear and rushes towards the direction of the smoke, with Kjata bounding ahead in the same direction.
[OOC: Hral is on foot, as he has a moral objection to the servitude of animals. If this will create a problem then please say so, and I'll try to devise some way to work around it.]
As for the dwarf, it is the first time in many years that he too has travelled, and his stern, stoic demeanor belies a certain reluctance and reservation. Most worrying is the notion of travelling with other dwarves, the first he's associated with since leaving his homeland all those years ago.
At the first call of 'fire' Hral's ears pick up, as do Kjata's, and the pair immediately spring into action.
'It looks like trouble's ahead - get movin' lads! Wouldn't want that blaze to spread to the surrounding woodlands!'
And with that, Hral draws his spear and rushes towards the direction of the smoke, with Kjata bounding ahead in the same direction.
[OOC: Hral is on foot, as he has a moral objection to the servitude of animals. If this will create a problem then please say so, and I'll try to devise some way to work around it.]
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ToddSchumacher
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Effortlessly, gently, quietly Kira takes to the sky as the party charges forth into the deepening twilight.
Torillian - You get the feeling of anticipation and eager excitment from Kira, not an uncommon feeling though. She (?) gets like this often enough when hunting. What seems like eternity passes before she contacts you. "Sire, the fire eats a few nests-that-crawls. None moves by them. There is no prey." a feeling of dissappointment shares through the bond. "There is no hunt"
It is truely night by the time the party reaches the fire consuming two of four wagons along the road. The fire is dying, and looks to have been a while since it started.
To the west of the road is rolling grasslands, though beyond the range of the dying fire is inky blackness. To the east of the road is the verge of briars and thorns that you know surround the northern ends of the High Forest, though again beyond the range of the fire all is shadow.
There are four wagons disabled along the west side of the road two consumed by fire, the others smashed, broken and unusable. The ground is trampled, scorched (not just by the wagons) and littered with debris. Some from an obvious fight: arrows, weapons, parts of armor. The rest flotsom from wagons. There are five human and about a dozen goblin corpses scattered between the wagons and the verge of brambles to the east.
All you hear, apart from yourselves, is the crackle of the fire, and the sound of the wind.
Actions?
Torillian - You get the feeling of anticipation and eager excitment from Kira, not an uncommon feeling though. She (?) gets like this often enough when hunting. What seems like eternity passes before she contacts you. "Sire, the fire eats a few nests-that-crawls. None moves by them. There is no prey." a feeling of dissappointment shares through the bond. "There is no hunt"
It is truely night by the time the party reaches the fire consuming two of four wagons along the road. The fire is dying, and looks to have been a while since it started.
To the west of the road is rolling grasslands, though beyond the range of the dying fire is inky blackness. To the east of the road is the verge of briars and thorns that you know surround the northern ends of the High Forest, though again beyond the range of the fire all is shadow.
There are four wagons disabled along the west side of the road two consumed by fire, the others smashed, broken and unusable. The ground is trampled, scorched (not just by the wagons) and littered with debris. Some from an obvious fight: arrows, weapons, parts of armor. The rest flotsom from wagons. There are five human and about a dozen goblin corpses scattered between the wagons and the verge of brambles to the east.
All you hear, apart from yourselves, is the crackle of the fire, and the sound of the wind.
Actions?
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Sir Osis of Liver
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Kreeg Stonesplitter
"By the Revered Mother, we are too late." Kreeg hops off his pony and begins checking for any survivors from the caravan. Murmuring prayers for the departed as he goes.
"By the Revered Mother, we are too late." Kreeg hops off his pony and begins checking for any survivors from the caravan. Murmuring prayers for the departed as he goes.
Old Fezziwig
this is a low-flying panic attack
Dismounting, Aravalir begins to scan the surrounding area to see if there's any signs of non-animal life (ambushers, survivors, observers), starting with the immediate area around the fire and working his way over to the thorns and brambles. He puts his bow away and draws his rapier as he starts to search...
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