What Adventure Awaits?

[Scott DeWar]

"Shalaye, Can I ask you a question over here?"

 

[jkason]

Kaer Fegavas, human barbarian

Timit has gone far when Kaer clearly hears the sounds of animals in distress coming from the direction of the animals cages. Almost immediately thereafter, everyone hears a panicked voice screaming for help. Looking in the direction of the racket, Kaer can't see much. Tents are in the way, but he does see two carnies rushing away from the din.

Kaer frowns. "Looks like your seduction routine will have to wait, Fandrake. Something going on out by the cages. Houba, we might need your whips for something less ... entertaining."

Without waiting to see if the whip-master follows, Kaer hustles over to the cages. He considers following the canines, but decides he wants to check on the little acrobat first.

 

[Herobizkit]

"Shalaye, Can I ask you a question over here?"

Shalaye looked at the tracks, puzzled. By all appearances, either the boy ran off after some deer... or the deer were chasing him. Either way, it was odd considering the boy had gone fishing.

Distracted, Shalaye said curtly, "Yes, Berm, what is it?"

 

[Aldern Foxglove]

The Marvelous Zantalus, Elven Wizard

Unaware of anything amiss Zantalus settles himself against the tree and begins setting up his lap desk and papers while Rupert finds a sunbeam to sleep in.

 

[Scott DeWar]

"I found his fishing pole over here. in the water. That seems a bit odd, I think." He softens his voice in hopes of not angering the gypsy girl.

 

[Aldern Foxglove]

The Marvelous Zantalus, Elven Wizard

Zantalus glances up, "Hmmm, in the water? Well that's certainly odd, any other signs of the lad?"

 

[Scott DeWar]

Berm contines to look about.

 

[Herobizkit]

Shalaye slowly rose up from kneeling. "The tracks suggest that the boy and some animals fled in that direction," she pointed for emphasis.

"I'm not certain, but the pole in the water... maybe the animals were chasing him...?"

 

[Mark Chance]

Back at Camp

Kaer frowns. "Looks like your seduction routine will have to wait, Fandrake. Something going on out by the cages. Houba, we might need your whips for something less ... entertaining."

Without waiting to see if the whip-master follows, Kaer hustles over to the cages. He considers following the carnies*, but decides he wants to check on the little acrobat first.

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I edited this word to read "carnies" rather than "canines". It's people who work for the carnival, not dogs, running from the sounds of distress/
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Kaer hears Anissa the monkey trainer before he sees her. Kaer rounds the edge of the tent. Ahead is the animal cage area. Six cages on wagons form a semi-circle around a grassy bit of ground. Familiar faces hide behind the wagons, behind tent flaps. Anissa is curled up into a ball on the ground, screaming for help. Her monkeys screech and pounce, striking her with their knuckles, rushing in to nip with their teeth. The monkey trainer bleeds from several wounds. From behind him, Kaer hears Houba utter a profoundly obscene oath.

OOC: Initiative, please, Kaer. There are a half dozen Small simians attempting to kill Anissa. They are about 15 feet away.

By the River's Edge

Distracted, Shalaye said curtly, "Yes, Berm, what is it?"

Unaware of anything amiss Zantalus settles himself against the tree and begins setting up his lap desk and papers while Rupert finds a sunbeam to sleep in.

"I found his fishing pole over here. in the water. That seems a bit odd, I think." He softens his voice in hopes of not angering the gypsy girl.

Zantalus glances up, "Hmmm, in the water? Well that's certainly odd, any other signs of the lad?"

Shalaye slowly rose up from kneeling. "The tracks suggest that the boy and some animals fled in that direction," she pointed for emphasis. "I'm not certain, but the pole in the water... maybe the animals were chasing him...?"

Rorbi gasps. "Oh dear. Chasing."

[sblock=Berm]Berm hears the sound of crying coming from the north. It blends in with the burble of the river, but is unmistakable.[/sblock]

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Dice Rolls

 

[Aldern Foxglove]

Zantalus rises, "Well then it at least behooves us to follow the lad. It is probably nothing, but it would be far worse to neglect the boy when he is in real danger than to look faintly foolish if he is not."

So saying he heads to the tracks and begins to foll,ow them as well as he can, enlisting Rupert's nose - the Ferret having keen scent - if needed.