Male Dwarf Dwarven Rogue 1: | HP 10/10 | AC 17, T 13, FF14 | Fort +2, Ref +5, Will +3 | Init+3, Perception +7
"Aye, but it would be foolish to assume that only humans in this area have felt the call to take what is not theirs. It would be a huge boon to us if that was so though."
A merchant comes and sits at a nearby table and orders a bottle of wine for himself. At this point, you notice a man in a dark cloak get up from a table in the rear and begin making his way toward the door. Someone bumps the man in the cloak, his hood falls off, and the merchant stands up, points, and shouts, “That’s him! That’s the highway robber that stole my wares!” At that point, the robber slides out the back door.
One of them might have seen him get on a horse an ride off, but unlikely they would have a reason to be suspicious about it. Besides, it is designed for him to get away, for now.
we had a plan, lets stick to the plan' After hearing from Fibek that the man who left several minutes ago was potentially a bandit pointed out. 'We had a plan to surprise bandits on the road from a wagon, the bandit only saw two of us, so our plan is not spoiled.'" Looking to each member, "If we bread from the plan and chase after this thief, he will be hours ahead of us if we are a foot. As we approach the tree-line we will all be visible and exposed and we will be following him into the teeth of their hiding place. We would loose any advantage of surprise. I think sticking to the plan is a better idea/"
As the party gathers around the wagon "so it is agreed we will continue posing as merchants, shall we move the wagon down the road a little and camp for the night?" Vaunu climbs back into the rear of the wagon so they could move to a good camping spot. far enough away from the inn that they would be a "easy" mark for bandits.
Female Human Psychic (Rebirth) 7 HP 20/20 Ini +2 F 2/R2/W2 Per 2 / +7
Laughing.... Rhiannon looks at the poor elf."Sleep with your allusions, but you are surround by younger races. And I am sure some wouldn´t mind to teach you diffrent. I will too, but trust me my method is more subtle and less painful. At least to your body!"
Male Dwarf Dwarven Rogue 1: | HP 10/10 | AC 17, T 13, FF14 | Fort +2, Ref +5, Will +3 | Init+3, Perception +7
Tarkus could feel the nervous energy of his companions the remainder of the evening as they left the inn and proceeded further down the road before making their camp for the night. It was an odd feeling to be sure, as no sane person dangled themselves on the hook waiting for the fish to strike, but here they were doing it for the promise of gold and the knowledge they made a difference where others were fearful to try.
~Or are we alone? Could there be out in the dark another grouping of like minded souls chasing the ones we seek?~
Eating the simple meal of trail rations and a simple soup that was handed him, Tarkus nodded his head in thanks and mentally chided himself for not offering to take a turn at preparing a meal. He was not the best cook, but he thought he could just as easily throw salted meat into hot water as the next person to soften it enough to not lock the jaws after eating a stick or two of it.
Knowing that his watch would be fast upon him, he climbed into the wagon to catch a little rest. Once more putting rolling his cloak and chain shirt into a makeshift headrest against the wagon's wall.
When Rhian-non shook him out of his slumber, Tarkus took a deep pull of his waterskin to wash the taste of sleep from his mouth and then pulled the chain shirt back on. While he knew many of his kin that could sleep in their armor as easily as their bare skin, Tarkus had not campaigned nearly long enough to develop that ability.
Seeing Vaunu stretching as well, Tarkus nodded his head in silent greeting and then started to pace around their small camp to stretch the sleep fully from his limbs and scanned the area intently as he did.
Short, thin, and green, this small humanoid wields a spear. Tendrils of fungus dangle from its arms, midsection, and legs. There are three of them. Roll init.
init:1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
'Sefagreth, protect us' Seeing Tarkus attack as the little green guys throw their spears, Vaunu breaths a quick prayer of protection and moves forward attacking the enemy to the south with his great axe.
Vaunu searches the small creatures and then helps move them out of the camp, then turning to the others "Tarkus and I will finish the second watch then we shall awaken Fibek and Tork., try and get some sleep."