Timney approaches, and nods to the wagon. "I'd be happy to run whatever of this stuff here you don't need, and run it back to Okorn Spring. Tell Mr Lachlan what's what, and get some help... at least from the rest of our folks."
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Timney is quick to reassure Ta'mas, "No no, I .. I would not cook ratfolk. This is that flying beast." He pops a piece too small to serve into his mouth, "Reminiscent of turkey." After he finishes stripping the carcass of edible meat, "I'm assuming we are staying here for the night? I'll clean up the least filthy rat's nest... that and yonder shack will be enough shelter." Over dinner he tells Ervin and Ta'mas stories of what struggles they had faced. The tales smack of hero worship toward now-absent Calvarot in particular... and Timney does not hide how he worries so over him now. After a few stories about the ranseur-wielding god of war, Timney gets lost in reverie staring into the fire as other conversations start up.
Timney tugs on the tether - the mule is slow to accept the quickened pace. He smiles a little to himself seeing Araden ride up and offer a full polite greeting to Calvarot.
The cliff face to your left on the lightly meandering path provides only partial shade from the sun which descends in the direction of your travel. To your right on the lower plains and broken earth, you see the occasional scrawny elk, a few coyotes, large rodents, and buzzards as you make your way... but not much else.
Timney loads up the meatier of the adolescent creatures onto the mule.
Survival or Know(Geography) DC12: You have traveled less than four miles of the sixteen, but you are starting to make better time now that the trail has evened out. Your current rate of travel is about 2 miles an hour. (You have a pretty good idea how far along you should be these last four hours of daylight when it comes time to talk about if and where to camp. You could make it to the bunker/barn by nightfall if you were to hustle for a couple hours of the travel.)
Timney pockets the strips of cloth for later use...
Know(dungeoneering)DC13 or Know(history)DC17 with Timney's aid another:
Snallygaster. Blooddrinkers that desperately crave alcohol-rich blood. They usually remain in remote areas like mountainous areas of the Blisterskin Sands and the Eastern Wasteland. Survival DC12: The meat of the creatures appears edible.
He nods at the mention of his looking forward to a break. "Mhmm."
You begin to travel around the lake - making your way to the supply route. There are a few small camps each half-mile or so along the way. They all come here for the near-potable water and a little bit more safety.
Some small groups - with prominently displayed weapons in their holsters or held barrel down... none seem eager to strike mean poses or alpha dog you at all as you pass. Even those whose camps encroach on the water's edge trail, make way for your group.
"Yes they'll be fine, Bergen Lachlan's a good man. They'll be safe here." He clears his throat. Uncomfortable with the newcomer Araden, and seeing Calvarot approach, Timney's tone turns more pleading. "I know my decisions have not gone over well as of late... if not ignored completely. But I'm not ready for the Slab." "I promise not to interfere."
Captain Timney meets the gathering group by the transient camps.
He then looks to Araden, and nods with a meek gesture of a wave. "Name's Timney."
Captain Timney tosses some gear into a plot in the Transient Camps, and drops a few gold in the watchman's palm.
Some of the group has been to Okorn Spring, but for many of you it is the first time. You have been out in the wasteland for months... some years. Captain Timney is a calm cult of personality. He has been good for the group, but his loss of the will to fight makes him (in most ways) unfitting for this world.
"I'ma go meet up with Bergen Lachlan... runs this place. I'll see what he has to say."
Five of the militia (light leather armor, rifles, pistols, and whips) stroll about - patrolling between the camps and the main settlement.
From here, you can see at least a few dozen people within the settlement. Most within view are gathered around the market stalls on the west end.
Hruska looked as though he was planning to escape once his catch was secure. Assuming Vladimir was on the ground, he screams out startled as much as injured and releases the rope. Vladimir's second strike finds its way under his foes spasming arm and skewers one too many vital organs. The bandit leader starts to slowly slide off his saddle when the horse helps him off with a disinterested little buck.
Hruska knees his horse in attempt to bowl over Vladimir while throwing his lasso at Jaestra .. "Come to me leetle girl.."
Having been unsuccessful knocking over Vladimir, Hruska leaves himself open as he hurls the loop of is rope around Jaestra. Lasso from PRD: Lasso: This thrown weapon is a length of rope with a simple open knot on one end that allows you entangle a foe like you would using a net. The DC to cast a spell while entangled with a lasso is 10 + the spell level being cast. An entangled creature can slip free with a DC 15 Escape Artist check as a full-round action. The lasso has 2 hit points and AC 10. It requires a DC 23 Strength check to break it. On a successful hit, the lasso tightens; to use it again you must spend a standard action sliding the knot to enlarge the loop.
"GRraawr!! Kressle! What is this treachery!?" The large bald man with the Ustalav accent receives an arrow to the chest. He urges his horse toward from where he saw the arrow fly, while readying his lasso. He sees Vorik dashing out from hiding and keeps going. "Who the -- To arms!", calling back to the others. He glares at Jaestra as he approaches tossing one end of the coiled rope to his other hand...
Hruska is completely focused on his catch... wincing a bit trying to reel in Ta'de-win with his now dislocated shoulder. Alice low in her "teacup" stance pounces. She digs her right hand claws into a precise point under his armpit... Hruska reflexively swings his arm ... still rising, Alice ducks her head below his involuntary arm movement and her other hand pierces and tears mortal gashes in his throat.
Rogar lunges as Happs tries to back away, but has to stop short to avoid the charging horse and protect him self from the other bandit slashing at him.
lasso rules:
Lasso: This thrown weapon is a length of rope with a simple open knot on one end that allows you entangle a foe like you would using a net. The DC to cast a spell while entangled with a lasso is 10 + the spell level being cast. An entangled creature can slip free with a DC 15 Escape Artist check as a full-round action. The lasso has 2 hit points and AC 10. It requires a DC 23 Strength check to break it. On a successful hit, the lasso tightens; to use it again you must spend a standard action sliding the knot to enlarge the loop ---quoted from PRD
Alice and Ta'de-win risk a glance at the bandits near them and see a large horse burdened with a bloated man, leaned forward in his saddle - spinning a coiled rope in his warted meaty grip.
"Bah! " A low voice... almost sub-humanly deep and textured like the warning of a large cat. "Travel all morning, day and night and she don't come out to see u-" Happs cuts him off |