"I'll stay up and take watch with you Hella." Rodric draws an oiled cloth and sets to cleaning his blade.
"I have spells to study, but I'll take any shift folks need me on otherwise. Is anyone hurt? I can do a little curing if need be?" He also glances over at Mikmek at that question and asks in Draconic
Madam Miri then with you Aluxion, Nedyr and I in the middle?"
He suggested glancing about at the kobold as well. He wished he understood the creatures speech, His mother had always tried to push him to study more languages, it was a subject however until now he had cared nothing for. He turned in finally out of the mite cave his thoughts wandered to other things... most notably the pretty maid he had begun to woo, debating lines for the poem in his head he was trying to compose for her.
"I'd like some solid sleep, if you all don't mind. Throats a little sore. I'll take last watch then, yes?"
Mikmek nods at your query. His wounds were mostly superficial intended to cause pain rather than kill.
The night passes quietly with no disturbances of note.
Hella does her morning routine to worship the land and would tend to the animals.
"It's going to take us a day to travel back to Littlefang and then another day to get back to the kobolds unless Littlefang has headed this way to greet us." Hella would say after everyone was up.
Looking at Mikmek and Wolf she smiles. "Mikmek, you you mind riding a horse so we can go to Littlefang?"
Mikmek looks up at the horse and gulps but nods when Nedyr translates.
Hella smiles and would lift him up on the horse then mounts up behind him letting him get comfortable.
"Blue Moon here is well trained. He will not harm you. Like Wolf he is a companion and a protector. If you hold the saddle here you won't have much trouble. If you are up for it I can teach you how to ride as we travel today."
As Nedyr translates,
Mikmek responds, "He's big, not afraid, I have ridden plenty of lizards back before the curse made them all too sick to ride!" He defiantly refuses and help and clambers onto the beasts back awkwardly.
Blue Moon turned his head watching the little kobold scramble onto his back and just looked at Hella before shaking his head and stomps his hoof waiting patiently. Once Mikmek was up she would get up.
"Then I apologize. Most think Blue Moon or Wolf will bite them without cause. Except for my pack here, they are smarter than your average human and far wiser. Littlefang gave us a good impression of your pack with his devotion. Your pack is being harmed by something so we wish to help. I am concerned for you and your pack because of what this shaman is spouting. If we are going to be neighbors your pack being strong is to our benifit if we wish to be Allies. Oh, would your pack like Chiten armor? I took it from their giant centipede pet after it was killed. Would make good armor if treated properly."
She would let him take the reins if he wanted to.
Rodric climbs atop his mount, Fortune, and pats the horse's neck while whispering something in his ear. It is plain to see that the Cavalier is glad to be back atop the horse.
"Hella, if need be, I'm happy to take turns with Mikmek there. Let me know if it becomes uncomfortable." Rodric turns his powerful horse effortlessly, and walks around the camp checking to see if everyone is ready.
Nedyr has been translating right and left, and reminds the others, "When I sleep, I'm afraid you'll have to hope to understand each other." And in common, he adds, "Might want to keep an eye on the
statue. I fear our new friend may not fully believe we intend to hand it over."
Before sleeping, Aluxion checks to see if anyone is still injured (I'm unsure if Cerian and Mikmek are both at full hp), since he still has another casting of Cure Light Wounds remaining.
In the morning, he rouses the others shortly after sunrise when his watch is over. "Ah'll help y'all break camp after prayin'." He finds a small hill and sits on the top, contemplating the sunrise as he communes with Erastil. His mentor had always encouraged meditation, feeling that Aluxion could use a bit more calmness in his life.
"All right, y'all," he stands up, brushing himself off as he joins the others in getting ready to go. "We've got a long day ahead today, I'm thinkin'." He looks around for if anyone has prepared some food while he was praying. If not, he pulls out some deer jerky and a couple biscuits to eat as he rides.
Spells prepared (*=domain)
0th (DC 13, 4/day):
1st (DC 14, 3+1/day):
The weather is all sunshine and smiles as the day dawns.
Thinking quickly she called out. "Worg's behind us! Seven to this pack! Don't kill them. Just incapacitate." Gears were turning in her head.
In the morning, Nedyr groans as they get moving. Morning people should be drawn and quartered... twice. but he does stagger owlishly to his feet.
Later, when the worgs are mentioned, he whispers, "I see them, at least some."
Cerian evidently was one of those morning people that needed drawn and quartered...either that or he was already picturing returning home to the fort to woo certain maidens there...The perfect weather perhaps was the source of his contentment with such good visability though... it made it easy to spot the trouble.
"I uh... dont suppose you could explain to them not to kill us... man those wolves are huge...
I see them too Hella! Seven by my count also."
Aluxion casts his eyes about wildly. "WHERE?"
"Oh, there!" he spies the worgs as well and grabs his bow. "I can't shoot from mah horse. If a fight's a-brewin', we're all in this together."
Hoping that his horse won't run away too far when it catches scent of the worgs, Aluxion prepares to dismount.
They were stalking the camp so if you want to be not mounted that's fine, they are attacking as everyone is gearing up to go.
Only one that has to be mounted is Mikmek since I described him mounting heh
The beasts close in, a semicircle of baleful glares stalking forward.
Random Encounter
That's fine, we can commence with the surprise round any time, anyone who made Tue check gets their action
Hella would draw her spear from her horse and turns to them getting ready to start to call in help.
Rodric draws his lance, and couches it under his arm, ready to charge any of the fearsome wolves that move in to attack.
"Hold together! Our strength lies in our numbers, don't let them try to seperate you. Arilyth, if you can, bolster our strength with your song!"
Miri slowly drinks a cup of warm water with a cinnamon stick in the morning watch. "Magic's nice, and all, but I can never quite get made-up cinnamon to taste right," she confides to Aluxion.
Darbi catches the scent of the beasts shortly before her purple-haired friend takes notice.
"Eep!" Madame Pindles squeaks. "It's too early to be getting torn-up and bloody! Hella, can't you make them go away? Tell them we taste bad? If it helps, I can make us actually taste bad..." Her words are spoken at a rapid-fire pace, nearly breathlessly, as quietly as she can remember to be.
Her skittishness causes her to burst out before she can wait for Hella's response.
"'hoy there! We taste awful; you should just carry on your way and leave us be!"
Because speak with animals is unnecessary for worgs I'm going to rule she can make a bluff check regarding tastiness or a diplomacy check to convince them to parley
Arilyth sees the worgs approaching and groans. "Not some more nasties. Oh well, let them fall upon our blades, yes friends?"
"Back off, I do odd and unnatural things!" He warns the wolves and readies his sleep spell
The worgs, seeing their ambush ruined and bulk of the prey both far readier than they hoped and turning to meet them, snort in disgust at their leader and turn tail. One of them howls in common as they flee, "You haven't seen the last of us prey!"
Hella just grinned watching the leader to see what he would do.
"You should go with your pack Alpha. Unless you wish to speak and talk of alliances." She called out to him before he ran.
"Miri, they speak. Sorry I didn't tell you. Worgs are evil intelligent wolves. But my idea involved aligning them with the kobolds if they were willing."
"Ain't that the darndest thing. Smart wolves. Things sure is crazy 'round these parts." Aluxion scratches his head at this new discovery.
Madame Pindles bounces in excitement as the monstrous canids flee. "Sorry to interrupt your idea, Madame Hella. I'm just glad they're not aligning us with lunch anymore!"
Her grin sobers slightly. "Wouldn't that be a sight? Kobolds mounted on worgs!" The gnome shudders dramatically.
The worg leader has fled with the pack as well. You can easily make it back to Littlefang in a day.
"Let us not dither. I would not want a hungry pissed off worg pack anywhere near us." Hella said and looked up at Mikmek.
"I was going to offer to teach your tribe to be wolf riders. I prefer them over worgs, but worgs would make strong allies." She mounted up behind him and used her knees to hold on as she waited for everyone else to be mounted up.
Once everyone was she would set a brisk pace to Littlefang keeping her eye out for danger.