Upward from Land's End

Eric Zephlaer

Gaming Aficianado
Antapkos, being a bit hot-headed and impetuous, took more offense to the actions of the caravan master than the others. “I hope that loud-mouthed, goat pellet takes some real offense at our successes and tries to make issue with us. I am going to stick him in the belly with this ceramic blade.”

Cormorante snickered at the idea. He shrugged. “We could always keep our game and just feed ourselves. That should generate some serious resentment his direction… but that just does not seem fair to these other caravaners."

Smiling deviously, Siofrita said, “I can taint his food to make him sick. I do not even have to be that close to him to do it.”

Britta laughed, but of all people it was Sprthnt who dissuaded any immediate action. “Would he not be able to smell it? He would recover and just take it out on the cooks. Though he deserves it, I cannot see this boding well unless that overgrown peccary desides to take physical action. Even if he does, he will get those two sucklings to do it. He has to see any negative action will result in six against two. This caravan needs to return to Asylim or it will cause repercussions, probably against South Road Fair. I think the four of us should accompany you two all the way back to Asylim, then see what comes of it.”

Antapkos choked on a piece of meat he was chewing and spit it, as he began laughing. Even Kuwaia smiled at the creative nature of Sprthnt’s name calling.
OOC: 92 + 57 = 149
 

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MacConnell

Creator of The Untamed Wilds
The return trip to Bridgetown goes without incident or anomaly. Seemingly interested in returning to Asylim as quickly as possible, Vyerbluth only allows the caravan the one night’s rest, assigning duty to Cormorante and Antapkos, along with half of the remaining guards. The choice could be malicious, but half of the guards are always on duty.

Coming into South Road Fair, several days later, Vyerbluth again only elects to stay the one night. Antapkos and Cormorante are assigned duty while the other four friends are bluntly told that their pressence is no longer wanted and to go back to their own residences. “You four have tagged along with my caravan, distracting two of my guards, far longer than I wish to tolerate your presence. Since this is where you live, go away! Do not try to follow us, again, when we leave town.”
Antapkos: full wellness
Sioftrita: full wellness
Cormorant: full wellness
Britta: full wellness
Sprthnt: full wellness
Tunic: 48
Kuwaia: full wellness
nothing at this time
OOC: Each character receives 5 DP. State nominal actions and intentions and provide a random roll.
 

Eric Zephlaer

Gaming Aficianado
Sprthnt, looking across the way toward Antapkos and Cormorante, gave a twitch of a smile. He spoke slowly and with simplified sentences, being far less than fluent in Ansylin. “Is that a threat? That is the sound to me.” Switching to Hebrian, he added, in a more competent manner, “Please say it is a threat, you bloated swine!”

Kuwaia smiled and shook her head, slightly. She knew it was for her benefit that he chose her native language. She reached up to touch Sprthnt. It was really all that was necessary for her to communicate that he should wait. Britta turned her back to the man and rolled her eyes to herself. She looked over at Cormorant and blew him a kiss, as she was walking away. Siofrita gave a vulpine smile at the first question asked by Sprthnt. She wanted to put an arrow through the man’s throat, just to hear him wheeze as he died. Just to kick at an ant hill one more time, she added, “Well?”
OOC: 92 + 57 = 149
 

MacConnell

Creator of The Untamed Wilds
Sprthnt... gave... spoke... Kuwaia smiled... reached... Siofrita gave... wanted... added...
Vyerbluth sneered at the four youths just as Kuwaia laid a hand on Sprthnt’s shoulder. The effect that her touch had on him was visibly evident to a perceptive person. Vyerbluth was not such a person. He bared his teeth. “Take it however you want. I suppose that here in the Fair, you think that locals will come to your aid should you attack one of us. They may. They may not.”

Other caravan guards began to take note of the confrontation, especially the two sycophants. The tension could be felt in the air. Some of the locals noticed the situation, as well, and began to walk toward the caravan. Giodavi, who tried to make a point of greeting every caravan, arrived on the scene. “Children, come away from there. We want no trouble, here. Come to the tavern. We will discuss matters.”

It was not an insult to be called “children” by Giodavi, given his age and fatherly disposition toward all younger people. He stood, full expecting the group to comply. All of the Sojourn Six were born intelligent. At this point being a bit above average on the uptake, it was readily obvious to all that the guards of the caravan had more experience in the field and were highly likely to, currently, be more formidable.
Antapkos: full wellness
Sioftrita: full wellness
Cormorant: full wellness
Britta: full wellness
Sprthnt: full wellness
Tunic: 48
Kuwaia: full wellness
nothing at this time
OOC: Each character receives 5 DP. State nominal actions and intentions and provide a random roll.
 

Eric Zephlaer

Gaming Aficianado
Sprthnt reached up with a hand to touch the one Kuwaia had placed on his shoulder. He said nothing further to the pernicious man, taking two steps backward, Kuwaia pacing him, before he turned to walk away. He nodded his acknowledgement to Giodavi, heading for the Boar’s Head, Kuwaia in tow.

Siofrita took a parting shot at the man before walking away. “You have man an unrecoverable mistake here. You resent people who are better than you. You resent us greatly. You should have taken out presence for the blessing it was.”

Britta laughed and turned back to look at Vyerbluth. “You are woefully ill-equipped for an intelligent discusion.”
OOC: 92 + 57 = 149
 

MacConnell

Creator of The Untamed Wilds
Sprthnt reached up... Siofrita took... Britta laughed...
Giodavi shook his head and spoke quietly with Vyerbluth for another few seconds before trailing along behind the departing youths. Once inside the tavern, he inquired of the four as to the dilemma. Gathering what information was to be provided he shook his head in the funny manner that he usually did when a thing made no sense to him. This situation really made no sense. The youths seemed to have been resented for their charity. Only a person with some sort of mental illness would resent another for being helpful. “I am sure there is no way for me to dissuade you from following that caravan, especially with the two new friends you seem to have made. If conflict is sure to happen, I would prefer that it be away from here. I cannot see any good coming from this, but then I am no diviner. I would also prefer it, if you did not get yourselves killed. You seem to have such potential.”

The caravan departed without fanfare of difficulty, early the next morning, slightly sooner than the usual manner. Cormorante and Antapkos were assigned drag duty, which is the roving term for being the rear guard. While this is often assigned to the least competent of guards, it was currently slated as an idea of punishment. As the train of wagons crossed the river and the dust of the road began to rise, Cormorante and Antapkos were the last people who could be seen clearly.
Antapkos: full wellness
Sioftrita: full wellness
Cormorant: full wellness
Britta: full wellness
Sprthnt: full wellness
Tunic: 48
Kuwaia: full wellness
nothing at this time
OOC: Each character receives 5 DP. State nominal actions and intentions and provide a random roll.
 

Eric Zephlaer

Gaming Aficianado
Siofrita was already standing in the road, watching the caravan, as the others approached. “Well, are we going?”

Britta cracked her knuckles. “Of course, we are going.”

Sprthnt looked at Kuwaia and then nodded to the other girls. “Yes.”

Since the four had their own water supply, at least what might get then up to the pass before the desert, even if not through it, they will lag behind, close enough to be seen but not close enough to be hailed, unless Vyerbluth decided to actually start some trouble. If Cormorant or Antapkos found the opportunity to visit, the four would share extra game with them, if they had it. Nothing was planned, at this point. The four would wait to see if any opportunity presented itself.

As the caravan was departing Cormorante looked at Antapkos, as he pulled a coin from a pouch. “It worked once before. Maybe Fortune could bless us again.”

Antapkos retrieved his own coin. “It could not hurt, to say the least.”

Both flipped the coin over their left shoulders, as they trailed behind the caravan, then each placed a cloth over his face against the dust.
OOC: 92 + 57 = 149
 

MacConnell

Creator of The Untamed Wilds
Siofrita was... Britta cracked... Sprthnt looked... The four... wait... Cormorant pulled a coin... Antapkos retrieved his own...
The distance from South Road Fair to the Dragon’s Footprint, where the pass laid between the smaller mountain range and the southern part, called the Dragon’s Tail, of the main mountain chain, would normally take a single person six days to walk. It took the caravan seven. During that time, to the chagrin of Vyerbluth, the Sojourn Six found ample opportunity to interact with one another, and Antapkos and Cormorante were grateful for the extra food.

The pass between the two mountain ranges was a nine-day walk in length and about a day’s walk in width, through most of it, with the heights of the mountain ranges readily visible at all times. The caravan normally required a Tenday to make that leg of the trip. As the caravan was preparing to break camp to enter the pass, trouble arose in the form of bandits. Attacking a caravan of that size was foolhardy, but occasionally clans of indigenous tribes would attempt it; or at least, hostile youths looking for quick spoils or garnering some reputation would make an initial assault, using rudimentary spears constructed from simple sticks with stone heads. The equipment arming the guards was little better. Ceramic blades were very sharp but easily broken. In the rocky scrubland that composed the area between the mountain ranges, any missed throw would likely result in a ruined weapon. Hostilities almost never continued beyond an initial skirmish with a single exchanged volley before the bandits would run. A caravan could ill afford to remain stationary and any fallen were left where they fell, their fate sealed.

Graggorids are one of the more rudimentary tribes of people inhabiting the land and, by far, the simplest among the Mhytre species. Little is known about them. Being on the shorter side of average, the stone-gray colored Mhytres highly decorate their skin with designs in dyes made from various berries or clays, which often makes them harder to see in their natural environment. As a tribe, they are extremely violent and aggressive, being known headhunters and suspected cannibals. Despite any semblance of natural camouflage, they announce their attacks by making loud noises and shaking their spears, before running headlong at a chosen target. They are not known to have any actual language.

The thin mist that formed near the ground each morning, in the area, due to the difference between the temperature of the day and that of the night, had not quite burned away with the rising Daylight. An initial war cry from the right flank of the caravan signaled the intended assault. Gray shapes that could barely be distinguished came charging forth from through the fading mist. The assault seemed to be one clan of about ten members, and its assault was aimed toward the rear wagon. Antapkos and Cormorante were both already standing and waiting on the forward movement that was interrupted, being about ten strides farther back. The other four friends were, of course, standing and readied but an additional 30 strides farther away
Antapkos: full wellness
Sioftrita: full wellness
Cormorant: full wellness
Britta: full wellness
Sprthnt: full wellness
Tunic: 48
Kuwaia: full wellness
nothing at this time
OOC: Each character receives 5 DP. State nominal actions and intentions and provide a random roll.
 

Eric Zephlaer

Gaming Aficianado
Siofrita and Sprthnt, as soon as they realize that the caravan is under attack, draw arrows to fire at the charging bandits, both mystically augmenting their accuracy. Britta and Kuwaia who have no means of projectile assault, run straight toward Antapkos and Cormorant, not wanting to be in the line of fire from behind them. Britta mystically obscures her pressence while Kuwaia augments her speed. Having little experience in the field, Cormorant, as he mystically augments his speed, launches one of his javelins, with no regard to its possible loss. Antapkos chooses to hold his weapons, waiting on any enemy to reach him, as he mystically enhances his prowess.


Not fully understanding a relationship between a god and a patron, Cormorant makes his first, ever, statement with any semblance of ritual. “Fortune guide my hand!”
OOC: 92 + 57 = 149
 

MacConnell

Creator of The Untamed Wilds
Siofrita and Sprthnt... draw arrows... Britta and Kuwaia... run straight toward... Cormorant... launches... Antapkos chooses to hold... Cormorant makes...
Coming into the field of view, the Graggorid Talons were already prepared for their first assault, each launching a crude spear before anyone of the caravan could react. The initial estimate of numbers was wrong. there were more, almost twice the first guess. They were a mixed group of males and females with little distinction between the coverings for gender. Only two of the guards near the rear wagon were hit, but the damage from the crude spear was significant. Both went down, bleeding and groaning. Four more spears struck regular caravan members, including one child. One of the men tending the animals had the misfortune of being struck in the neck. Reflexively reaching up to cover the wound, he was dead before his body collapsed. Several other spears struck wagons or objects. The rest fell short or went long, missing everything all together.

Having previously thrown a coin over his shoulder and now calling upon god he was not even sure existed, paid off in a mighty way. The javelin from Cormorante sailed by the nearest enemy, just nicking the side of his neck as it sailed one to plant into the gut of a second enemy. The first Graggorid struck, did not even realize he had been wounded until so much blood had been lost that he was losing consciousness as he fell onto his face. The second, a female, fell onto her back, gripping the weapon in her gut and screaming.

Britta and Kuwaia reached Antapkos taking positions on either side of him, but the enemies were focused on the wagon, 10 strides farther on ahead. Siofrita and Sprthnt each let loose their arrow, which both found their way into the same target. Two arrows were significantly damaging, and he staggered to his right for about two steps before collapsing to the ground in a heap.

Vyerbluth could be heard up ahead, yelling orders to get the wagons moving. Of the other, now, six rear guards, all threw one of his javelins. All six found a target. Just over half of the Graggorids had been eliminated as a threat in the span of about three seconds. The other retreated away, back into the ever-thinning mist. With their gray skin, the little obscurity was enough to hide their departure.

The entire caravan Party began to move forward and within a few steps reached as fast of a pace as it could and still remain a unit. Within a few more seconds, it too would be out of sight for any of the Sojourn Six who remained standing where they were, especially Siofrita and Sprthnt who were still 30 strides farther than the other four. It would not be possible for the caravan to maintain anything close to its current pace for more than about one minute.
Antapkos: full wellness
Sioftrita: full wellness
Cormorant: full wellness
Britta: full wellness
Sprthnt: full wellness
Tunic: 48
Kuwaia: full wellness
nothing at this time
OOC: Each character receives 5 DP. State nominal actions and intentions and provide a random roll.
 

Eric Zephlaer

Gaming Aficianado
Britta cocked her head, confused about the movement of the caravan. “They are leaving you.”

Cormorante responded to her. “It will not get very far ahead.”

Antapkos finished the thought. “The idea is to get the caravaners out of harms way and let the guards handle the conflict."

Having seen the child take a spear, Kuwaia moves to check on him. Sprthnt and Siofrita trot up to the others, both nocking another arrow as they moved. Not concerned with the departure of the caravan Cormorant will retrieve his javelin and end any downed enemy. Antapkos will assist. Sprthnt and Siofrita keep watch, in case any enemy returns.
OOC: 84
 

MacConnell

Creator of The Untamed Wilds
Britta... Cormorant responded... Antapkos finished... Kuwaia moves... Sprthnt and Siofrita trot...
The mist dissipates faster than the caravan can make a disappearing distance, but the rising dust still obscures its clear image. The Sojourn Six cannot discern if it has yet slowed. As Kuwaia moves forward, she sees that of the two guards that were struck, neither would recover any time soon. Of the four regular caravaners, two were already dead, including the child. The small boy never had a chance with such a large spear stabbing through him. She realized that her friends could aide in the recovery of the two guards and the two caravaners, if they so chose to do.

Cormorante retrieved his spear, surprised to find that it was not even chipped. He also discovered that four of the other thrown javelins were still serviceable. Two were lost. Making sure that all enemies were dead, he counted nine total. He also recovered both of his friend’s arrows. The Graggorids seem to have nothing worth taking. Siofrita guesses that the other Graggorids will return within 10 or 15 minutes, to give the caravan and its guards time to be far enough away to not be a threat to their scavenging. If the crew waited, they should still be slightly outnumbered. Neither Antapkos nor Cormorante know if any guards from the caravan will return to check on the status of what and who were left behind. It did not seem likely.
Antapkos: full wellness
Sioftrita: full wellness
Cormorant: full wellness
Britta: full wellness
Sprthnt: full wellness
Tunic: 48
Kuwaia: full wellness
nothing at this time
OOC: Each character receives 5 DP. State nominal actions and intentions and provide a random roll.
 

Eric Zephlaer

Gaming Aficianado
Siofrita exclaimes, “I think you two are free of that caravan, if you wish to be. There is no reason why anyone from it would return and plenty of reasons to keep on going.”

Antapkos wanted nothing more to do with the caravan or Asylim, in general. Cormorant was not so sure. He had a greater sense of duty.

Britta walks up to the injured people, motioning for Cormorant to accompany her. Because she speaks Ansylin poorly, she whispers to him what she wishes to convey. He speaks for her. “Those barbaric Mhytres are likely to return, now that the caravan has gone. We can aid each of you to recover faster, if you wish; otherwise, you will likely die here, from savages or animals."

Antapkos drops two of the recovered javelins near the injured guards. “In case you decide to accept our help.” He then scores the shafts of the other two, to be able to make short swords out of them, giving one to Siofrita and one to Sprthnt.

Sprthnt looks back over the fallen enemies and takes their waterskins, smelling the contents to make sure they contain water. “I figure, if nothing else, a few extra waterskins is always good to have.” He then looks over at the injured guards, more comfortable with his use of Ansylin than Britta. “Yes, we will leave you to die if you want no help from us. Decide.”
OOC: 84
 

MacConnell

Creator of The Untamed Wilds
Siofrita exclaims... Britta walks... Cormorant... speaks for her... Antapkos drops... Sprthnt looks...
Siofrita: 31(medicine) + 23(restore) + 84(d100) = 138
Britta: 31 + 25 + 84 = 140
Sprthnt: 34 + 25 + 84 = 143
By coincidence, both guards, who had thus far survived their injuries, were Shimadows. One of the two looked up at the youths. He had enough Cycles behind him to be a veteran of the Southern Trade Route, but he was not known to Antapkos or Cormorante. He was one of the quiet members. He grimaced as he pressed his hand around the tip of the spear, still penetrating his gut. He spoke in a strained voice. “Whatever problem the caravan master has with you makes no sense to me. I do wish for your help.”

The other guard was less verbal. “I am with him. Help us. Those scavengers are cannibals. Do not leave us for them.”

The two regular caravaners began to beg. It was unnecessary as Britta, Sprthnt, and Siofrita immediately began to render physical aid. Taking the cotton tunics from the other two, dead guards, strips of cloth were made for bandages. Wounds that could have taken almost a season for their bodies to naturally repair had been accelerated to the point that only a few hours would be needed, but they would still leave a scar, significant scars for three of them. The two caravaners stared at the three, wide-eyed, as the flow of blood almost immediately ceased. The lesser injured of the two guards, the one who had been the second to speak, stood, using the help of his javelin. “That is the most incredible thing I have ever seen. What power is this? What are you three?”

For the other guard and the two caravaners, it would be some time, yet, before they could move on their own. “Will you help us into the scrub on this side of the road, before those Graggorids return. I would hate to so soon waste this second opportunity for life that you seem to have bestowed upon me. You will want to hide yourselves, unless you are able to take those who come back, because they will definitely attack you.”
Antapkos: full wellness
Sioftrita: full wellness
Cormorant: full wellness
Britta: full wellness
Sprthnt: full wellness
Tunic: 48
Kuwaia: full wellness
nothing at this time
OOC: Each character receives 5 DP. State nominal actions and intentions and provide a random roll.
 

Eric Zephlaer

Gaming Aficianado
Cormorant nods at the guard speaking, then bodily carries him away from the road to hide him in the scrub foliage. Britta and Kuwaia, together, carry one of the caravaners. Antapkos helps the guard who can walk using his javelin. Once Cormorant and Britta return from carrying their firsts, they will, together, get the last caravaner, he being the heaviest of the four.

Siofrita comments on the name of the savages, wanting to remember it. Since they were informed that the Graggorids are cannibals, Kuwaia picks up the body of the child and carries it away from the road, not wanting him to be eaten, at least not eaten by people. The idea makes her want to retch. She cannot understand how a tribe of people could be such monsters. She thinks to herself, “Most animals will not even eat people, but people eating people is completely revolting.”

Sprthnt addresses the guard as Antapkos helps him to move into hiding. He does not leave the road, keeping an eye for the expected return of enemies. “We are mere people. I am Spiofthest rather than Shimadow. Britta is a Mhytre of the Maldrog tribe. The power, as you call it, comes from within you not us. We are simply in tune with it and can encourage it to be more efficient. Perhaps it is Fortune, in spite of the Burning Sun, but I have never tossed a coin. My kind believes that the Wind gives the blessing of life.”
OOC: 69
 

MacConnell

Creator of The Untamed Wilds
Cormorant nods... Britta and Kuwaia, together, carry... Siofrita comments... Sprthnt addresses...
Very little time had passed, perhaps 20 minutes but less than half an hour. Antapkos and Sprthnt were still standing in the roadway, seeing and hearing the return of the dreaded Graggorids. Before any decision to fight or run would be made, the two were going to be seen. If the returning cannibals were not going to be engaged a second time, the two would need to run, not just retreat. The first two stopped at one of their own fallen, one of them poking him with a spear, as the other made noises to indicate the presence of Antapkos and Sprthnt. There seemed to be seven Graggorids in total coming into view from the scrub brush on the west side of the road.
Antapkos: full wellness
Sioftrita: full wellness
Cormorant: full wellness
Britta: full wellness
Sprthnt: full wellness
Tunic: 48
Kuwaia: full wellness
nothing at this time
OOC: Each character receives 5 DP. State nominal actions and intentions and provide a random roll.
 

Eric Zephlaer

Gaming Aficianado
Antapkos and Sprthnt say, almost simultaneously and verbatim, “I am not running from these savages.”

Antapkos, mystically obscuring his image, holds his short sword in his left hand and his javelin in his right. The javelin is readied to be thrown. Sprthnt does the same, quickly drawing an arrow to fire. Cormorant, Britta, and Kuwaia all charge forward to meet the enemy. Cormorant and Kuwaia augment their strength, while Britta obscures her presence. Siofrita, augmenting her athletic skill, moves so the none of her friends is within her line of sight to fire another arrow.
OOC: 69
 

MacConnell

Creator of The Untamed Wilds
Antapkos... holds... Sprthnt... drawing an arrow... Cormorant, Britta, and Kuwaia all charge... Siofrita... moves...
Antapkos: 26(readiness) + 25(speed) + 34(clarity) + 69(d100) = 154
Siofrita: 23 + 34 + 26 + 69 = 152
Cormorante: 24 + 24 + 23 + 69 = 140
Britta: 25 + 31 + 25 + 69 = 150
Sprthnt: 26 + 31 + 22 + 69 = 148
Kuwaia: 26 + 25 + 24 + 69 = 144

Graggorids: 159
The Graggorids react to the remaining presence of caravan members more quickly than could have been expected. Being spread out in some semblance of a line parallel to the road, each of the seven stops his forward motion and begins to throw a crude spear at his nearest target. Kuwaia happens to be the farthest south of the group and looks to have one enemy aimed to throw at her, as she charges forward toward him. About 10 strides currently separates them.

Britta and Cormorante are the next northward, and each is faced with a single opponent at about 12 strides of distance. Siofrita is coming from the side of the road closing in on Antapkos. Across from them are three enemies. The one in the center of the three is about 10 strides from Antapkos. The one to his left is about 12 strides, while the one to his right is about 14 strides from Siofrita.

Sprthnt happens to be the farthest northward, at the time and has a single opponent closing in to throw at him. The two are currently separated by about 16 strides. Approximately five strides separates Kuwaia from Britta and Britta from Antapkos and Antapkos from Sprthnt.
Antapkos: full wellness
Sioftrita: full wellness
Cormorant: full wellness
Britta: full wellness
Sprthnt: full wellness
Tunic: 48
Kuwaia: full wellness
nothing at this time
OOC: Each character receives 5 DP. State nominal actions and intentions and provide a random roll.
 

Eric Zephlaer

Gaming Aficianado
Kuwaia does not know if she can outrun the spear throw, but she does not hesitate in her forward motion; instead, she shifts her body from side to side and draws her ularin sword, as she runs. Though she is bodily smaller than the Mhytre, she will run into him at full speed, slamming her shoulder into his chest to knock him down. Neither Cormorant nor Britta will slow but they will zig-zag, alternating their positions as they close. Not realizing it, they are of the same mind as Kuwaia and want to knock down their opponents. Antapkos throws his readied javelin at the enemy closest to him, yelling over at Cormorant, “I could use some of your Luck!”. Siofrita shoots at the one in front of her. Sprthnt slowly walks forward as he fires at the one coming at him.
OOC: 99 + 98 = 197
 

MacConnell

Creator of The Untamed Wilds
Kuwaia... shifts her body... Cormorant nor Britta... knock down... Antapkos throws... Siofrita shoots... Sprthnt... fires...
Antapkos: camouflage 34
Soifrita: athletics 26
Cormorante: strength 35
Britta: soullessness 24
Sprthnt: soullessness 25
Kuwaia: strength 26
Antapkos: 180(launch) - 154 = 26
Siofrita: 270(launch) - 152 = 118
Cormorante: 400(move) - 140 = 260
Britta: 350(move) - 150 = 200
Sprthnt: 270(launch) - 148 = 122
Kuwaia: 350(move) - 144 = 206

Graggorids: 270(launch) - 159 = 111
Antapkos: 26(launch) + 25(accuracy) + 34(clarity) + 197(d100) = 282
Siofrita: 23 + 34 + 26 + 197 = 280
Sprthnt: 26 + 31 + 22 + 197 = 276
Graggorids: 179

Antapkos: 24(avoidance) + 31(analysis) + 197 = 252, dodged
279 - 252 = 27% * 8 = 2 - 3 = ineffective
Siofrita: 31 + 23 + 197 = 251, dodged
Cormorante: 23 + 31 + 197 = dodged
Britta: 34 + 24 + 197 = dodged
Sprthnt: 31 + 24 + 197 = dodged
Kuwaia: 24 + 20 + 197 = dodged
Graggorids: 179
282 - 179 = 103% * 8 = 8
280 - 179 = 101% * 10 = 10
276 - 179 = 97% * 10 = 10
Cormorante: 25(aggression) + 24(accuracy) + 35(fury) + 197(d100) = 281 + 35(strength) = 316
Britta: 24 + 31 + 24 + 197 = 276
Kuwaia: 34 + 25 + 26 + 197 = 282 + 26(strength) = 308

Graggorids: 179
316 - 179 = 137% * 3 = 4, 137 - 40 = 97% * 10 = 10
276 - 179 = 97% * 3 = 3, 97 - 40 = 57% * 10 = 6
308 - 179 = 129% * 3 = 4, 129 - 40 = 89% * 10 = 9
Antapkos launches his javelin almost a full second before anything else happens. Fortune, it seems, has smiled upon the entire Sojourn Six. The spears of two of his enemies are already in the air before his own projectile strikes home, but the ceramic blade of Antapkos punches into the abdomen of one of the Graggorid Talons, just under the left rib cage. The damage is significant. The Talon staggers, but the resilient foe does not go down. He pulls the weapon from his gut and drops it to the ground, taking up a goat horn, strung at his hip, to use as a melee weapon. Antapkos easily avoids the first spear, belonging to the now injured enemy, but the second grazes by his right side as he does, though only making a cut in his tunic.

The throw aimed at Siofrita seems awkwardly slow, though it comes before she can fire her arrow. Stepping farther to the side without taking her eye from her enemy, her arrow finds a home just above and inside of the left hip of her target and buries to the fletching. The Graggorid screams and goes down, still screaming. Sprthnt ducks under the weapon thrown at him to return fire. His arrow strikes higher than that of Siofrita, going in just below the sternum. The shaft stops half way, possibly with its head in contact with the spine from the inside. The Talon coughs and groans, grabbing the arrow with both hands as he goes down on his knees then falls to the side.

Cormorante, Britta, and Kuwaia all easily avoid the crude spears flying at them, as they run straight into each of their enemies. Each of the three hits a Graggorid so hard that the wind is knocked from him before losing his footing and flying backward. In an incredible stroke of luck, all three Talons hit their heads, hard, as their bodies collide with the rocky ground. All three lose consciousness.

The seventh Graggorids turns and runs in sheer terror. The one who had been severely injured by Antapkos begins trying to back away. One of the two caravan guards, both of whom had been watching the exchange from their places of concealment, exclaims, “By everything under the Burning Sun, I have never seen such a one sided conflict! You six are surely blessed. By whom, I have no idea.”
Antapkos: full wellness
Sioftrita: full wellness
Cormorant: full wellness
Britta: full wellness
Sprthnt: full wellness
Tunic: 48
Kuwaia: full wellness
nothing at this time
OOC: Each character receives 5 DP. State nominal actions and intentions and provide a random roll.
 

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