Grass/hay is easy to find this time of year in the road, but its a good idea to also get feed bags and some rolled oats for the hourses.
Thinking in it I will alow Handal Animales in lu of Drive skill
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As you head down the city streets a few heads turn but outside of that you are not molested. Soon you are back at HQ, unless you wish to go shopping for food/clothing or anything other you need.
You have any plans for the night if not I will jump cut to the next day.
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"Graxthor, Cregnatz, Cha'i-GalGoth, and Phillip." Warlock Bones says immediately, lying through his teeth.
As you talk Eleonora Silverleaf comes out to see how ready you are. She stops a moment and looks at the carrege.
"Well thats, Orginal"
She says before handing you a better map of where you are going and a letter to be given to the wizard once you get to his home. Last she hands you a bag in which are 4 Cure min wounds potions.
"You did well saving us all from this horror. I wish you the best of luck but more than anything I wish you to get thous seeds out of my the city as soon as you can. Gods speed"
Waving as you leave she watches you go.
you head out into the streets in two groups, as you pass the gates you see a girl selling flowers.
"Huh." Khardon said, from the wagon. "Is that the same girl?"
The drow investigator looks to see if he recognizes the flower girl from before.
The Girl sees you spot her and slips down a side allyway.
"That 'little girl' is starting to annoy me", Lazastrahs said with distain.
Warlock Bones pretends to not hear Seljak's question about which horse was which.
"Next time you all see her, let me know! I have... ways of tracking people, I just need a token. Think we should follow her?"
you carry on as you do a few faces turn you're away, but it's hard to tell if you are what they are looking at or the carriage.
at last, you get to the city gate and pass through to the king's road and off N`w. A yu=iu i you see a small encampment if tents with a look out. as you pass the lookout watches you
"Ooo, campers! And us being mysterious strangers in a black coach! It'd be a shame if we didn't at least play the part a little bit..."
"Don't know if the girl is covered in illusions or is even a real person. Many variables here we don't know. Whomever is behind it can contact us when they want, and are likely trying to make that point. Isn't much we can do about it besides drive on. And try to get Mr. Bones a token, if such a thing becomes possible." The dwarf said.
You ride on into the day and soon are down the main road heading north.
The day passes and soon it's late afternoon. And as you're not switching out the houres you have to stop and rest for the night. A small river gives you that chance to water them and a safe place to camp.
As you get close you see a small group of tents and wagons. It seems a wagon train has also had the same idea.
Perception rolls, please
Although the urge to stretch his legs is strong, the drow investigator stays with the bag on the wagon until relieved.
Warlock Bones is paying very little attention, in an attempt to look imperious and mysterious, but only succeeding in looking like he had just swallowed some very hot tea.
This is a traveling band of performers, some kind of circus.
They seem to be cooking the evening meal and feeding the animals.
There is no other place that looks safe to camp, and there is room
on this field.
Are you going to camp here for the night.
"Oh boy carnies!" There is no trace of irony in Warlock Bones's voice, he seems genuinely thrilled. "I used to love these sorts of shows when I was a kid. I'm sure that if we go about talking to them respectfully, instead of throwing our weight around as Agents, they'd be happy to share a campsite with us! And we can trade tricks and secrets!"
Warlock Bones does a card trick.
"Pretty impressive stuff, eh?"
"Surely between us we can build our own fire", Lazastrahd sniffed. "I'll be right back."
The drow left the wagon to go behind some trees and stretch his legs.
"I would prefer to avoid them. Travelers such as them often have loose lips and sticky fingers." The former watchman said. "Should anything irreplaceable be taken while we sleep, then that would be a significant delay. And for those who would want to find us? I would prefer to not give ones such as them too good a look at us."
A very tall slender man and what looks to be a young girl come over your way, she has a bunch of flowers in her hand.
Sence motive
Tall man
Miss Aldalde
They stop and you see the girl is in fact a very small Gnome.
The drow discretely returns to the wagon as the human and gnome appear.
Lazastrahd casts message on Agents Dourstone and Kopile.
I have returned and I have the item. Get rid of them.
"Hello fellow travelers, my name is Tall man and this is Miss Aldalde. We were wondering if you would like to join us for our evening meal and if you like music bring your instruments."
The small female gnome looks you over with a smile.
they look with an odd look of worry.
the tall man says now a little scared
"It's just... you know... the carriage...."
his words petter out.
the very small gnome adds
"Look it would relax our people if you came and eat something. You know show them your normal..."
Now she looks every scared
From the carriage, Lazastrahd broods.
Casting message again to the human, dwarf, and half-orc, the drow investigator sends "I'm amiable to alleviate fears. I shall stay here with the wagon and the item, until relieved by another member of the team, if that is acceptable."
"Oh! Oh! Pick me! I'm quite normal! As long as you ignore the tongue thing." Warlock Bones bounces excitedly up and down.
As he joins the circus folk for dinner, he tries to lighten the mood with some jokes, and overblown tales of their exploits.
"...So there he was, armed with nothing but a wooden spatula, facing down the pickle golem, and what does he say? He says, "This would be simple if I had a soup spoon!"" Warlock Bones roars with laughter.
"Indeed." Lazastrahd agreed. "But we should still keep our eyes open. I don't like how vulnerable we are", the drow frowned.
The carnys seem to relax as Bones heads over, the know one of their own.
Jokes are old and food eaten and drink dunk.. They seem an odd bunch of missits bones feel's deeply at home with.
The Lad Wizard who has a spell backfire and now is half Ethical. The witch who's familiar is Halfling's who backs like a dog, a reincarnation that half worked. The tall man who can making himself taller, a fire eater who busts into flames but comes back to life after. An undead undead who is in fact a living man.
The tail the tell however is not a good one. Up ahead is a town that drove them out. A hyper zelat group of knights seems to have moved in and will tolerate any oddness. From the description they sound like Hell Knights of all things.
Being loathe to leave his new friends to report back, Warlock Bones will scribble a quick message, and have Buggles try and drag it over to the scary wagon. Although the act of maintaining his familiar requires his concentration, talking hasn't ever been something Warlock Bones has focused too hard on.
The message says simply, "Oh joy. Hellknight's ahead."
Looking quizzically at Lazastrahd he asks, "Do you think it's a code? Maybe he's in trouble." He looks out the window to where his fellow agent was still conversing with the dangerous carnival people. "I hope he's ok, he does look like he's having fun."
Lazastrahd frowns and quickly reloads his revolver. "If there are Hellknights about, they're a long way from Egorian."
Before the drow sticks his head out of the wagon to get a better look, Lazastrahd casts heightened senses on himself.
As you do you hear off to the road, mounts pull up.
There are 8 of them, they look like hell knights but they are not. Hidden here and there is the 8-pointed star. These are Demon warshiper.
There captain points at the camp site.
they seem to be planning somthing.