"What did you have to do that for?" Majet snaps at Whiskey "There one of the few groups that havent tried to rob, murder or eat us and you chase them away because you cant take a joke."
"It speaks!" growls Agerron. "Welcome back to the party. Yeah, we might as well try and find this Tyg-titter-trollop and her dragon. I got a bad feeling about it, but then, I get that from most things out here."
"Well standing around here is just getting us more wet, why don't we keep heading west and if we see any signs of this grig and her dragon we'll deal with it then."
"Okay, let's go." Big Ern brushes himself off a bit, gets back on his horse, and heads west.
Already most of the afternoon is gone by, leaving you about two more hours of daylight.
You ride on westward until you come across a game trail, pretty much leading in the same direction, if a bit more southbound.
Following that trail for a bit, you get to a suitable place for making the night camp and decide to call it a day.
Already most of the afternoon is gone by, leaving you about two more hours of daylight.
You ride on westward until you come across a game trail, pretty much leading in the same direction, if a bit more southbound.Following that trail for a bit, you get to a suitable place for making the night camp and decide to call it a day.
"I'll take first watch. Tyr, why don't you take middle watch? Unless you're holding back on us, I suspect you don't have any magic to prepare, so it's easier for you to inetrrupt your beauty sleep."
As he settles down for the evening, Agerron quips, "Anyone got weedkiller?"
As Tyr settles his horse for the evening He looks to Agerron, then Ern and finally Jack. He shrugs and nods.
"Aye, middle watch it is." He agrees.
Nero will take care of his horse and then set up his tent. "If you need me for a watch just let me know."He will them take to using his arcane energies to drying and cleaning his clothes and gear with prestigitation
Considering all the people who died last time he slept outdoors, Big Ern will volunteer to take a watch as well.
Pharast 24th
The night passes without incidents, if you don't count Big Ern's and Whiskeyjack's snoring as incidents.
Over the course of the night, the rain finally stopped pouring down on your bodies.
The morning is cool, but most of the clouds have vanished and it's looking out to be a nice day of spring.
Come the morning Tyr rises, sees to his gear and then his mount before partaking of the morning meal and getting ready to move out.
"Any houses built around here will need good roofing and stout guttering..." Try comments, mainly to himself.
aid another
"Yeah, at this point I'm more concerned with a stout pair of pruning shears. Don't you think, Ern?"
"Its not so bad, at least 'Jack finally had a shower."
Know geography:
Having had your breakfast, the group has a lively discussion as to which direction you actually were traveling, until Majet finally points out some clues indicating where you were coming from, weather sides on trees and weak rays of light showing you the four cardinal directions.
Working from there and with the map Big Ern took over from Queslin, you estimate another 10 to 15 miles of forest between your current position and a guess where that Erastil-Temple should be.
Not knowing the terrain in between, it will take you most of the day to get there, and then some time to acutally find the temple.
Big Ern keeps his eyes open for any game animals, in case he gets hungry.
Riding out in the same direction as yesterday, nothing really exciting happens for some hours.
You come across some small game animals, mostly rabbits and some wood-living birds and such. A skilled shot here and there easily secures your meal for the day.
Late in the morning Nero spots something strange though, only seeing it in the corner of his eye.
"Hold on a second. Nero will then cautiously ride over to get a better look.
Tyr halts as Nero asks/commands. Adjusting his feet in the stirrups so as to be able to dismount as fast as he can. He scans the forest around them, looking in the opposite direction to where Nero is heading.
"Is it bear-killin' time?" Big Ern asks, cheering up at the thought of mayhem.
At Nero's halting, Agerron holds up and draws his sword.
Looking at the small reptile, you nearly instantly feel a bit of fear, which is quickly replaced with a feeling of peace.
All around you the woods are as you would expect them. A soft breeze brushes early leafes against one another, producing a soft soothing noise. Here and there you hear a bird singing or chirping.
"Hey! Leafy Joe Jr. -- wakey-wakey! What are you looking at?" Big Ern bellows at Nero.
"What do you see, elf? Do you need help?"
Tyr sits in the dripping forest, remaining quiet and watching. Still trying to make sure that whatever is drawing people's attention in one direction is not some sort of bluff to have something come at the group from the opposite direction.
turning back, "What is it with you all calling me elf!?! Is my name so damned hard to pronounce? I don't sit here calling you human do i?
[dice=knowledge nature to identify the fae]1d20+8
Turning back, "Now where did that carbuncle go?"
Try glances over a shoulder,
"What is a Carbuncle?" He asks, "And will it eat us?" He adds...again looking out for a possibly ravenous Carbuncle in the woods.
"You wanna see a carbuncle? I think I've got one on my ass..." Big Ern grins. "Naw, just kidding."
"They're a small magical beast that supposedly has weak telepathic powers. That means it can read your mind a bit. I hear they make great a familiar."
Tyr nods at...Nero's reply.
"Good, something that wont eat us." He shakes the reigns of his horse and gets ready to ride on.
Whiskeyjack, looking irritated that his latest story had been interupted for a worm, got a big grin on his face. " 'Ere now, a familiar d'ye say? Always wanted one o' them. Used t' try an' get one o' the camp cats t' foller me aroun'. Bugger hated th' leash though. Hissed and spit when I tried t' drag 'im off behint me. Got stepped on by a horse, he did. Lieutnant Fodors said he was sorry, but I figger he did i' on purpose. I head 'im talking with Lieutnant Galdkin 'bout 'puttin' th' thing out of i's misery'. "
Riding on, leaving the carbuncle alone, perched on the tree, you make good progress most of the time.
Still you have to occasionally backtrack, when a hedge or impassable undergrowth would lead you too far off your preferred direction.
About an hour after noon you again find yourself in such a spot in the woods: A thorny wall of a brambles-hedge that you rode along for a length, up ahead makes a sharp turn towards the rocky ledge blocking your view on the other side. A dead end.
After realizing the thing is fairly harmless, Agerron sheathes his sword and goes back to riding along. Reaching the bramble dead end, he sighs in frustration.
Perception
"Three's something wrong in nature when things grow in straight lines..." Tyr muses quietly eying the hedge.
Turning around, to find a way around the hedge, both Nero and Tyr notice a small 'hole' in the rocky wall, just large enough for the wild sow glowering at you.
Tyr draws his great sword and 'sets' himself against a charge.
"At least Ern will be happy with another feed." Tyr comments absently,
