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If allowed, I would also like to submit, Chiron Starwatcher. I may have to rebuild him a bit to fit the parameters, but I found him among my aliases and remembered how much I had looked forward to playing him. If he is too much, I hope you will still consider Höd.
Ok. I am officially going to stop checking this thread. If we start up again, email R Monahan 2 at G Mail dot com.
Chrion beats the ground restlessly.
Chiron will hang back at the tree line also: bow in hand.
Chiron unslings his bow and nocks an arrow.
"They'll likely be cocky in their numbers and overconfident in their knowledge of the area. Perhaps we use a hit and run on them. Guerrilla tactics have helped weaker people overcome might armies. Let us use our small size as an advantage."
"However, in case we want to interrogate them first, I should be able to cause at least one of them to fall unconcious, maybe all of them, depending on how many there are" "That would be most useful. We would be adverse to riding in on my back? I can get you in safely."
"Very good Emalea." Chiron watches the bird fly away until he can hardly see it. "I believe this is the camp we're looking for and I plan to subdue everyone here. I will only use as much force as necessary. If they surrender, we should not kill them. At least not immediately. We need a clear picture of what happens here."
Sorry guys this has been a crazy week. My wife tried to commit suicide this week. So I am trying to catch up. There is no random encounter tonight. I will post a map of the bandit camp for the encounter in a little bit.
"The bandits were extorting Oleg. They claimed the fee was for protection. Their camp is a little less than a day from here. We can get there by dusk."
"I am fond of the darkness master Flynn. My name is Starwatcher for that is what I do. When else but night, then eh?" Seeing that William has breakfast well in hand, Chiron spends a moment before eating to find their course toward the bandit camp.
Chiron feigns a yawn, stretches, and wipes the sleep from his eyes. "Good day to you as well, friend Naen." He smiles and gives a little bow. Noticing William awake too, he adds. "A woodsman indeed, you stir even before I do." This last bit is said in a teasing but friendly tone.
Chiron, awake in meditation, waits for a while to open his eyes. I need not interrupt the humans interaction. This is good for them. When he is sure that William and Naen are through speaking he stirs more noisily than normal to let them know he's up.
"I will help in any way you need."
"I will accompany you to your camp. While I'm gone, the rest of you should prepare the body for burial first thing tomorrow. Are we agreed?""Yes, Chiron. Be careful." Chiron nods to Naen and a thin smile dances across his countenance. To Emalea: "I do not wish to speak ill of the dead. Suffice to say he neglected his post and fled when danger presented itself."
"I will accompany you to your camp. While I'm gone, the rest of you should prepare the body for burial first thing tomorrow. Are we agreed?"
Chiron raises an eyebrow at H'vok. "Youth and temperance are not mutually exclusive. You would do well to keep such idle talk burried in your mind. Especially considering your unique position. It will not take much for you to lose your hard earned place in human society. One wrong move and you'll be just another hobgoblin for the pitchfork. Remember that."
For Emalea, in Sylvan: "I thank you for your good greeting and I hope you do not take my reproach too hard. For my part, I am still gauging the hobgoblin's character. He shows potential to be both a stable comrade and a bit of a loose cannon. But tell me, how did you come to learn the language of the wild places."
"I will thank you not to insult my companions lady. H'vok has thus far shown himself to be an upstanding and honorable man with almost no tendencies toward his ancestry's evil desires. You show a lack of wisdom to speak in judgement before seeing all sides of the case." Shrewd, but hasty
Chiron snorts when the newcomer asks for his charter, but he produces it nonetheless. "Satisfactory?" I might be able to rest easier with this one around. She is shrewd.
"He was our companion. An unworthy coward whom nature selected for extinction." While his words are harsh, Chiron's face shows a hint of sorrow for poor Carmichael. Now that you think about it, the words even sound somewhat practiced: learned. He looks back to Emalea. "You may not have it with you now, but I will not expect you to sleep alone in the wilds. You may stay with us tonight if you wish, but I will want to see your charter before I place my trust in you."
"Please miss, do not think me rude, but discression is the better part of valor. If you claim the charter of the swordlords, present it so our doubts might be assuaged."
Chiron trains an arrow at the stranger. However, as her story begins to make sense, he lowers his bow. Naen is doing well, she is beginning to find her confidence.
Take 10 + 6 = 16 Chiron walks into the night with his eyes on the ground, looking carefully for signs of Carmichael's passing.
Chiron finishes his examinations of the camp site. "It seems Carmichael slithered away as the wolves attacked. He can't be too far. We could catch him up if you all are so inclined."
My answer, Chiron, depends on how old you think these tracks are. I can't help but notice that a wolf seems to have followed him out of camp. If these are a couple hours old, I doubt we can do anything for him, and we should rest. If these are only minutes old, we should follow. It's dark, and he's subject to the same limitations I am. What's more, he left his horse behind. I would prefer we save him from a sad fate, if at all possible.
Chiron stalks around the camp looking for Carmichael's prints.
"The coward seems to have fled sometime during his watch. I could track him in the darkness but I have no hope of catching him with you humans in toe. I mean no disrespect, but you are neither very fast nor are you able to see into the night. By the time the sun is up, Carmichael's trail will have gone cold. I am inclined to rest this night and carry on without him tomorrow."
"I know that we should search for Carmichael, but part of me wishes to let nature have her way with the coward." Chiron beats the ground irritably with his hooves.
Chiron stands in near awe as the young man steps among the wolves and manages to call them down. "They never trust me like that. Then again, I'm usually collecting their pelts. You are a most fascinating human William Flynn."
Chiron lets loose a loud shout of triumph! He charges the nearest living wolf, drawing his greatsword as he goes.
Chiron wakes to see a gaping wolf's maw about to snap shut on his fore leg. He pulls back and rears but not in time to avoid the bite.
He is able to quickly retaliate however, and brings two powerful hooves down on the beast's head.
Chron listens to his companions share stories over their meal. Noding quietly to himself. "The food is excellent chef Korvus."
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