Urn Your Pay (Rae judging)

[Trouvere]

"If we gae this way," says Gildrim, pointing to the next unopened door on the party's clockwise rotation, "judgin' by th' layoot ay th' hoose, it'd be a short cut tae th' front door."

OOC: Yes, or at least the plan is to return to Apikotoa's camp.

 

[Halford]

"I think we ought te just retrace our steps Gildrim, I mean who knows what we might disturb otherwise - we have to hurry back."

Erf says as he begins making his way back through the house.

 

[Trouvere]

"Awricht," Gildrim sighs. "Ye're stickit fast tae yer new plan. We'll nae even powk oor heids throu anither door."

Gildrim stomps back the way they came.

 

[Halford]

Looking uncharacteristically glum Erf moves to the rear of the group and scratches Fenenn behind the ears. The big wolf hound licks the gnome's face reasurringly.

"S'not my fault, she's too pretty, just 'cause Dwarves like their women with beards."

"Arawawaww." Fenenn responds comiseratingly.

 

[covaithe]

The house seems dark and lifeless after your comfortable time in Kshatrya's garden, but you are soon back through and down the hill to where Apikotoa sits waiting at a small campfire. He looks up, tongue flickering. "You come back weeth dwarf. You want me eenside that badly?"

 

[Trouvere]

Gildrim grumbles his way down the hill. "Whaur dae they ayeways git that notion? They've nae mair gat beards than forest gname weemen-fowk hae aik-nits fur n- ach, thaur's th' lizardfowk. Ava-yorn, Apikotoa."

"Haur's th' way it is. Thaes twa are silni tae th' kosj achuak hesjing aesthyr. Erf is oot ay his heid wi' longin', an' she's tauld him tae gae back tae Cragger's Rest, an' th' wee gomerel has nae chyce but tae obey. Sae, if ye'd jes' clax udoka ekess wer lastu leirith kosj tolgalen vur boja renthisj yth shilta gethrisj thric gocahel karif naeck, zyak yth shivi, than that'd be guid."

 

[covaithe]

Apikotoa's eyes widen, and after a moment of looking back and forth between the three of you, he nods abruptly. "Very well. We go."

The suns rays are already beginning to darken in color as you set out, and it is not long before Apikotoa steps up onto a mossy islet between three leaning willows and, though it is still full daylight, announces: "We stop here. There are no other good resteeng places weetheen daylight."

[sblock=sense motive DC 20]Though he hides it well, Apikotoa is lying: more progress could be made today. He must be stopping early for some other reason.[/sblock]

 

[Halford]

Trusting to Apikotoa's knowledge Erf decides to take the time to gather some food from the swamp.[sblock=Sense Motive 8, Survival 15]Sense Motive (1d20+3=8) Survival Erf, fenenn's aide another attempt. (1d20+5, 1d20+5=[10, 5], [1, 5]) [/sblock]

 

[serow]

"Hmm, so early. Good, time to get food." Seeing Erf and Fenenn moving off to hunt, Ter-raen offers to help. "We be back soon."

Sense Motive 1d20+2=3, Survival assist 1d20+6=10

 

[Halford]

Grinning sheepishly at Ter-raen as he places several snakes on spits over the fire Erf asks,

"So what are your plans after we get the Urn guys? I don't suppose ye'd want te give me a hand bringin' those weapons 'n things Apikotoa wanted from Orussuss would ye?"