Rianna digs around in her pack before skirting around the melee near the humanoid.
The contrast silence of the clearing demoralizes the remaining brute and it withdraws away.
The remaining woodsmen edge closer to the sleeping and dying, daggers drawn. While another moves over to his sleeping comrade, looking him over.
[ooc]Unless you'd want to cut down the fleeing enemy, combat is pretty much over, thanks to the darned sleep spell :). If left to their devices, the sleeping feral humanoids would be CdG'ed by the woodmen soon. Actions? Wouldn't post a map for the mop up though.
Dieredon steps out of the forrest into the clearing with his Elven Curve Blade still drawn. He cautiously approaches the nearest body of a Feral Humanoid and examines it to determine what it is.
Knowledge Nature:
Good work with the slumber Rianna.
From a cursory look they seem to be orcs, late juvenile or just matured.
Wesh says "I agree Rianna you ended that battle quickly." Wesh then turns to the woodsmen and says "greetings"
Betony drops Razorleaf and dips in the saddle to retrieve Nettle. This might give the creature a bit of a head start, but the Brambleknight has the speed and the reach to ensure he won't get far. (Can rule that off camera if you wish. We seek to injure him unless he puts up a fight, then we kill. But we hope to bring him back to the logger camp if he will surrender. Betony spears Goblin if that helps (?) (I meant 'speaks' but that was just too appropriate a typo. :P)
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Blood-drunk Skane growls and bulls after the fleeing feral:
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Well, we have apparently stumbled across the Orc tribe, but these are mere young filth from what I am sure is a larger body. I will see if I can pick up the tracks.
Dieredon circles the clearing focusing on the ground and low plants to determine signs of passage in the direction from whence the Orcs arrived.
Perception (to find tracks):
Survival (to track):
Wesh says to dierdon "How do we know we will not lose track of lucien if we follow these tracks? If they go in the opposite direction is it worth it?"
I just want to see if I can determine the direction. There may be a chance that the foul beasts came from the same direction that we are heading, towards "Trails End". And, it may be a good idea to ask these woodsman if they have a definite location of the mansion.
Blessed be for your timely intervention, kind priest. Had it not for you and your companions we would surely end up as our friend here. Points to the dead earless body of the woodsman nearby. Kind miss, we make a living supplying timber to Deeptown as she commissions us. We roll the logs to the river nearby where the flow takes it down to the town.
Shortly after barrelling off after the orc, Skane returns trudging through the undergrowth, scowling and muttering in gruff Skald;
"fjandinn villtur ran eins og a hugleysingi"
fjandinn villtur ran eins og a hugleysingi = Damn feral ran like a coward
fjandinn villtur ran eins og a hugleysingi = sh*t wilding ran as though a recreant
Well, I have picked up the trail, and it comes from the north, the direction that we were heading to reach Trail's End. If the woodsmen do not shed any additional light on the location of the mansion, then I say we continue North, following the Orc tracks.
As Thistledown races through the underbrush, Betony lowers Nettle. She doesn't wish to fully run him through, so as they close, she aims for his legs.
In Goblin she yells Surrender!
Trail's End you say? There's a villa by that name further upstream riverside, though we've never ventured that far up, though it's at least a day of travel. A small group from Iomedae's church was asking the same thing a couple days ago. They continued upstream.
One of the woodsman attending to the dead woodsman body comes up to Wesh, requesting a prayer for the soul of their comrade.
I like. The gear can take on more of a 'living green' appearance as they gain power. Like the lance at +1 will gain bark, +2 vines will wrap it, +3 leaves will sprout, etc. And she will lose the appropriate coinage each time. So this will be a masterwork upgrade on the lance, right?
Wesh says a small prayer for the dead woodsman.
Hmmmm...could it be that our third party are the followers of Iomedae?
Stacks of the killed orc weaponry and belongings are set aside the orc corpses. The woodsman seem intent on burning the bodies up and much activity is devoted to it.
Betony will leave the corpse for the forest to claim. She has no interest in Orc equipment and will leave everything. She will then make her way back to the clearing.
Would all of you like to follow the Orc tracks to the North until they diverge with our route to Trail's End? We can decide at that point what to do.
Skane smiles grimly at the pouch then empties it;
"So these dýrslegur like to collect ears nei? Maybe we should have something to make them think twice should we meet more..."
The Northman then cuts the ears from all the orc corpses...
(shaking the "re-filled with orc ears" pouch) he adds;
"Might help us pick a fight har-har-har!"
dýrslegur = ferals
Wesh responds to dierdron "Yes following the tracks would make sense since they both head towards the same place and we might aviod natural hazards this way through local knowledge."
Bjorn cleans his scythe and sits down on the fallen log. Pulling out his whetstone he begins to resharpen the blade completely ignoring the bodies.
Alright then, if we are done here, let's move on. Stay with me, I will follow the tracks.
Survival (Tracking):
Dieredon mounts his horse, and leans over as he moves forward leading the party north along the tracks of the orcs.
Wesh mounts his horse and follows in second behind Dieredon.
Skane grabs his bag of orc ears, and smiling grimly mounts his nag. As he passes Bjorn he addresses his shield-brother;
"Þinn orf er skarpur bróðir. Nú láta okkur fara og uppskera a blóðugur uppskera."
Þinn orf er skarpur bróðir. Nú láta okkur fara og uppskera a blóðugur uppskera = Your scythe is sharp brother. Now let us reap a bloody harvest.
Þinn orf er skarpur bróðir. Nú láta okkur fara og uppskera a blóðugur uppskera = Thy scythe is trenchant brother. Today put us go and harvest a bloody harvest
Seeing the mop up work is done, Betony and Thistledown fall in line with the group.
Seeing their saviors starting to disperse and leave, one of the woodmen call out. Thank you, all of you. If you ever get back to Deeptown, consider that the Cutter's Guild would be honored to have you as guests.
Dieredon leads the way ahead, following tracks the tracks through the under growth. The terrain around you have now evolved into light forest. Soon the tracks run along side a river where it continues for a half dozen miles. The soft earth masking little of the orcs passage, until the next rains that is. The river forks into two branches. The new west branch smaller and the tracks run along side it.
Wesh says " it is getting late. Should we plan where to camp now and should we continue following these tracks? If we stop right now we may have to encounter mosquitoes if we stay right next to the river if there are any standing parts."
Bjorn points to other side of the river where the two branches start. 'Undirstaða af á gaffall afla a kaldur gola hver vilja hjálpa rennandi vatn til viðurværi napur skordýr á flói. Þessi staða kápa okkur á tveir hlið afgangur eini einn vegur til pukur upp á okkur.'
Undirstaða af á gaffall afla a kaldur gola hver vilja hjálpa rennandi vatn til viðurværi napur skordýr á flói. Þessi staða kápa okkur á tveir hlið afgangur eini einn vegur til pukur upp á okkur. = Base of river fork provides a cool breeze which will help running water to keep biting insects at bay. That position covers us on two sides leaving only one way to sneak up on us.
Undirstaða af á gaffall afla a kaldur gola hver vilja hjálpa rennandi vatn til viðurværi napur skordýr á flói. Þessi staða kápa okkur á tveir hlið afgangur eini einn vegur til pukur upp á okkur. = The foundation of the fork catch a cool breeze which will help with running water to keep biting insects at bay. This post covers two of us on the side leaving only one way to sneaks up on us.
Wesh asks skane "What did Bjorn just say?"
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Rianna replies to Welsh, He says that if we stop for the night, we should rest between the rivers where they meet. It would help keep the bugs away and protect us. Also, that it would be harder for someone to sneak up on us there as well.
Rianna looks at Bjorn and gives him a wink. Mjög góður eiginmaður. Ef til vill við geta tjaldbúðir saman fyrir the fyrstur tími?
Mjög góður eiginmaður. Ef til vill við geta tjaldbúðir saman fyrir the fyrstur tími? = Very good husband. Maybe we can camp together for the first time?
Bjorn nods at Rianna's words to the prestur. Smiling he responds, "ÉG hafa okkar teppi hér.", gesturing to the gore and viscera crusted furs hanging from his massive frame.
ÉG hafa okkar teppi hér. = I have our blankets here.
ÉG hafa okkar teppi hér. I have our blankets here.
Skane nods at Bjorn's council and grins at the newlyweds interplay...
"So the fork for camp it is. We eat. We sleep...(ahem) Then on the morrow we get red-handed nei?"
Raises his axe and smiles grimly...
A sound choice for a campsite, Bjorn. I will take the middle watch...rest well for tomorrow promises to be very eventful. Anyone have any opinions on whether we follow the diverging Orc tracks or head on to the Trails End mansion and our task?
Wesh says "I will take the first watch"
"We will join you Wesh."
Once in camp, Betony will take off Thistledown's barding so that he might roam a bit freer.
Countless, care to join me on my initial watch? It appears your shield brother is sufficiently hen-pecked as to not share a watch with you.
Dieredon throws back his head and uncharacteristically laughs heartily.
Skane nods and grins at the alfurs offer and jape;
"Aye why not. We can be up after Prestur Wesh and Brambleknight..."
Looking over at Bjorn and Rianna he snorts;
"Bestur grípa minn sofa á meðan ÉG geta. Hvaða furs fela a hugur geta ekki! Har!"
With that he makes up his bedroll and hunkers down, chewing on some dried rations as he does.
Bestur grípa minn sofa á meðan ÉG geta. Hvaða furs fela a hugur geta ekki! Har! = Best catch my sleep while I can. What furs hide a mind cannot! Har!
Bestur grípa minn sofa á meðan ÉG geta. Hvaða furs fela a hugur geta ekki! Har! = Best catch my sleep on while I be able to. What furs hide a mind cannot! Har!