"I am not sure even Adabrs holy light can civilize that one, Yet we must try" Bran says to Xanda, as he keeps a firm grip upon the horse.
While Big Ern didn't notice the fight until he heard Lómion whickered loudly in pain, Queslin jumps of his horse, drawing his sword in the middle of the air, striking the boar from above, pearcing its hide and cutting a large wound.
A wound that size would normally have killed the animal, but as history told you, boars just keep fighting, and so does this one.
Lomión is freaked by the wild animal and the pain of the wound it suffered and bolts.
Hearing the boar squeaking and grunting in pain, Agerron rushes towards the edge of the forest, preparing his sword.
Big Ern and Xanda follow suit, while in the forest, the boar turns towards his tormentor, biting at Queslin's feet:
The blood-loss though makes it hard for the beast to stay upright and aim true, so Queslin now stands unharmed in front of the bleeding boar.
After dodging the wounded beasts attack, Queslin thinks That may not have been the best decision I've ever made.
Longsword
to hit damage
Big Ern dismounts and draws his axe while moving up to the boar.
"We're having pork tonight, Leafy Joe!" he hollers.
Majet spurs her dog towards the fight
Agerron also dismounts, and closes the distance to the boar.
Majet and Bran push their mounts to close in on the fight too, the dwarf clinging to his saddle as if it were his life.
Queslin swings his longsword again, but misses the boar.
Big Ern and Agerron get off their horses, closing in on the animal, one on the left, the other on the right.
Xanda keeps mounted, conjuring a blob of acid and flings it at the boar, leaving a sizzling mark on it's hide, that's only seeming to enrage the beast.
Not taking note of Big Ern and Agerron for now, the boar bites at Queslin some more:
Again it misses and the blood underneath it's feet is pooling.
Thankful that his friends have arrived to help, Queslin again strikes at the boar.
Longsword: flank
to hit damage
*Fling*
*Sizzle*
Big Ern flies into a berserk, frothing frenzy and tries to take off the boar's head with one massive blow.
with power attack and rage and flanking:
confirm:
While Majet and Branomonrik just close in on the situation, Queslin once again misses with his longsword, while Big Ern turns into a wild animal all of his own, a bit foaming at the mouth when he swings his axe at the boar.
His attack is well aimed and the blade of the axe cuts through hide flesh and bone, down into the ground, splitting the neck in two clean.
Until blood pulses out, pushed by a heart making it's last beatings.
Big Ern leans on his axe and starts panting. "See? Piece o' cake."
There's a remarkable resemblance between the dead boar's head and Ern's own porcine features.
"It looks like we have lunch people."
Xanda nods, dismounts, begins gathering reigns (Except for poor Queslin's horse) and starts to help people settle in to what seems to be camping.
"It looks like we have lunch people."
"Great! Need any help butchering it, Queslin?"
"You get started. I need to see after Lomion first. The boar got a good hit in on him." My horse has taken 10 dmg.
Branomnirk dismounts, glad to be on solid ground yet again. "Ah, bring the beast closer and yerself as well if ye be needing the touch of Adabar." The dwarf says. He pulls out holy symbol and nears the horse.
"Oh Adabar, grant me your power to heal this beast, for it is a far walk and civilization has need of its strong, if treacherous legs."
"See, Lomion, dwarves aren't so bad. Now you should stop saying those mean things about him." Queslin jests. "Now, about that lunch."
After retrieving and taking care of Queslin's horse, the boar is prepared and lunch is being had.
You can even save some meat for the evening meal.
The head might make a nice decal over a chimney, but the fur is lost due to the big cut Queslin did to it, as well as the holes burnt from Xanda's acid.
After lunch you pack up things and keep closer together, riding through the Narlmarches towards the Thorn River Camp.
If this is the area of the sprites, I leave a good sized portion for them along with some cider and cookies.
Big Ern has enough fuel to keep going for a while, at least.
Tossing a picked-clean rib aside, Agerron says, "OK, let's get a move on. Too early to camp, and we've got a large amount of wilderness to check out."
Queslin leaves some trinkets for the fey, hoping it would befriend them further.
Having saddled up again, he rides up front again, but this time, with the group being in the forest, the rest follows a bit closer behind him.
You only have a rough map of the area, as you weren't here to map it in detail yet, but the general direction is clear to the elf, and so you only seldomly have to go back if you find yourself in an area too cramped with underbrush, or a hedge or something.
2 hours before nightfall you finally hear the sound of the Thorn River over the hard breeze, but now it starts to rain, as Queslin thought it would.
Scout. Definitely scout.
Stralth +2 v Humanoid (human)
Perception +2 v Humanoid (human)
The dice roller on this board absolutely hates me.
So noted.
Xanda rides along in the rain, the elements now seemingly as pleasant to her as a sunny day.
Branomonrik is keeping to the middle of the pack, he knows the horse will kill him if it can, so he keeps a firm grip upon the saddle. Horses are Untrustworthy beasts or maybe they just don't like him he thinks...No it has to be because they are shifty, fickle beasts.
While most of the group stay behind, Queslin makes his way towards the former encampment, keeping to the ground, behind trees and bushes where possible.
It takes quite some time to get there, hopefully without someone noticing him.
Having been to the camp before makes it easy for him to find the trees the bandits used as watchtowers, but they seem unoccupied. No fire burns in the middle of the camp and no human or other creature is to be seen, as far as the elf can say.
I'll spend about 10 minutes making sure the place is deserted then return to get the others.
In that case I'll go get the others while you get the fire started.
*salutes* (^_^)
Though Xanda isn't very good in the whole sneaking and hiding thing, her eyes help Queslin to make sure that noone uses the camp right now.
Taking your time observing the place you are confident to be alone with Xanda and head back to the others, leaving the half-elf with the duty to start a campfire in the meantime.
Having left most of the equipment on your horses, taking only what could be usefull in a fight, Xanda has a hard time with the campfire. She hasn't much dry wood and no kindlings to prepare the fireplace, so when the rest arives, the half-elf knees next to it, cursing in elfish under her breath, rubbing two sticks on oneanother.
The camp is mostly the way you left it behind, with the graves of the bandits (made by Taras and Dimitry) in the clearing, some bigger treetrunks marking the perimeter of the camp.
One tree close by and one further off have a rope ladder hanging down, leading up to platforms for look-outs.
Xanda does her best to help people set up camp for the night.
We might as well set up much like the bandits had it. We can set some tents up beneath the towers and the watch can use them to keep watch. Queslin will take a mid watch.
Branomonrik will take any watch, but later watches might be best with his darkvison.And while not the best at climbing, he will take up one of the towers if need be, with his darkvision and crossbow it might be a good place to spend his watch.
He also will do his nightly prayers to Adabar, leading any one else in Worship should they like.
Majet will take any watch (Although she tries to discretly suggest that it be one without Big Ern in it.)
As predicted, Big Ern rolls over and starts snoring (and making other noises) after supper.
Perception
Also it has you grappled with barbed legs.
What in Adabars name has me! he thinks before managing to yell out in a horse tone "Something has me!" As he struggles to break free
CMB to break grapple