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Arda nods. silently.

Arda nods, still thinking through their options.

Arda thinks briefly. This staff is a point of contention for both. Perhaps it's destruction would serve us better.

Perhaps a history lesson is in order.

Arda's more aggressive instincts kick in as it gets in her face. No, but apparently you're too dumb to understand the question. Who are the unborn lords?

Arda stands there slackjawed. W-who?

How will you teach us. Will you stay here?

Arda gives Dovar a cuff to the head. "Pay attention to his words brother."

What is magic? Why do you need us?

Tund is not king here. Why do you come?

Arda sizes the three and their shiny armor up. These words mean little. Who is Tund?

Arda spends her life focusing on (primitively) Mapping new areas of their land. Marking where new tasty treats like to live before dying giving birth with her third daughter.

Arda steps forward and points to herself for the benefit of the others. I stay.

Maybe just one instead? Arda ponders out loud.

Arda thinks for second. What you think? I willing stay.

Arda chucks another javelin at the birds while offering one of her 3 left to Ayla.

Take one.

Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (8) + 2 = 10

damage: 1d6 ⇒ 6

Arda chucks a javelin at the birds.

Attack: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (14) + 2 = 16

damage: 1d6 + 2 ⇒ (1) + 2 = 3

Now on a hunt Arda arms herself with her javelins instead of her axe. Arda ignores the intimations for now and instead focuses on the purity of the hunt.

We go tomorrow?

Mmm. Tastes strange. Good.

Arda moves a hand from her axe and takes some of the food hesitantly and eats it.

Arda cautiously moves forward, her grip on her axe tightening. Be ready. Might attack.

Arda pulls Gorm's untethered hand into the air before gently pushing him forward.

Arda has her axe in her hands. Even if Gorm's people are friendly the world is full of dangers and she has no intention on being dragged off by a jaguar.

She watches everything warily.

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (18) + 4 = 22

I say no. If his tribe is peaceful making contact with them should be possible without him. If they're aggressive he can lead the way to our people if they kill us.

Good plan. We do that.

Many die if we fight, might be us if they are many.

If we make him friend, we learn more about him. Maybe more about his people. Might be useful if we must fight them.

Arda watches the jungle edge from the fire pit, a hunk of meat being held over it on her spear slowly roasting.

Make cage anyway. Useful later. Trap animal. Keep alive until hunting bad.

Arda stares and points at the appropriate tribe members. Heal, we make cage. Decide what do later.

Arda helps Unas and Estas to the litters. And helps drag them back.

Arda grunts back into the cave hoping to speed up their construction. Come. Help.

Arda leaves the torch with the others and starts pulling vines and branches down to form litters.

Survival: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21

Dwarf! Kinda. Arda grunts. Not ours. What want do?

I have fire stones, come. Arda rummaged in her sack for the rocks.

Any you have torch? Arda asks.

Arda rushes towards the Jaguar.

She double moves and uses a couple of diagonal moves to close the distance.

Arda rushes in looking for the beast, her axe raised for battle.

Add a moves to the other side of the caves and readies an action to attack any beast coming out.

Arda tightens her grip on her axe and moves closer towards the cave.

Arda starts searching around. Must be injured. Look for blood trail.

perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (17) + 4 = 21

Arda begins following the trail while the others posture. Two hunters lives depend on speed.

Arda stands up from her crouched position her greataxe in her hands. Come, we hunt! Bring Esta, Unas back!

Arda grunts as she moves forward. Where?