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Drogan winces at the jab and turns to face-down the bandit.
Drogan growls, feeling the blade slash along his forearm and turns, striking out at the bandit.
Drogan curses, feeling multiple arrows fly past him through the doorway. Letting out a loud roar, he steps forward, closing the gap between himself and the bandits.
Drogan nods, glancing at Braham, and brings his axe up, swinging it at the door.
Drogan braces, throwing his weight at the door with Braham.
Drogan nods and braces to throw his compact bulk against the door with Braham.
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Drogan glances at Braham, then over his shoulder at Thanion. Nodding, he moves up and across the porch, giving room for Braham to get beside him before he starts swinging at the door.
Drogan glances over at Braham as he picks up the voices behind the door. "They know we are coming. We might be putting these axes of ours to good use, because it sounds like they are going to brace the door."
Cursing his clumsiness, Drogan trudges out of the trees, pulling his axe as he moves toward the back door of the lodge. He glances briefly at Sia, still crouched in the corner beside the door, then focuses his attention on the door, ready for whoever comes out.
Drogan nods, listening to Thanion's suggestion. "Aye, and the further we can get them out the door, the more time we will have to react before anyone else inside is alerted."
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Drogan watches where Braham is moving to hide, then moves up a bit above so he can move to block the door after the ambush is sprung.
Drogan pauses as he hears his friend's comments. "Aye, I guess he wouldn't fit through the back. We still should try to search him for anything useful. He may have keys or something else to help with whoever may be in the lodge. Not sure if we will be able to reach through the boards to go through all of his pockets, though."
Drogan trudges to the edge of the trees, glancing toward the lodge. "I can pull him out. Dead guys don't bother me." He glances back at the others. "Just keep an eye on the lodge for me. Any sign that they are on to us, let me know." With that, he stows his pack behind one of the trees, checks to make sure his axe is secure at his belt, and slips back out toward the outhouse, glancing occasionally toward the lodge as he goes.
Drogan glances back at the outhouse, then beyond to the stables. "I have to agree with Braham. I don't think calling out will work. If we had perhaps heard his voice, we might have had a chance to copy it, but that is risky and could alert whoever is inside. We should at least search the body because, as Aavalexia said, he might have something useful to make our task easier." He glances slowly at the door to the lodge, an idea forming in his head. "Freeing the horses and going in from the back under the confusion does seem like our easiest way to get in. Seems like more of a speed task rather than a stealth task, since there will be enough noise after the horses are loose to cover the escape of whoever frees them."
Drogan glances over at Sia, nodding slightly. "I would have to agree. Perhaps we keep at least one alive for questioning, but I don't see much reason for sparing the others." He peeks through the trees, noting the thicker foliage alongside the path leading to the outhouse. "I might not be the quietest of the group, but I could probably stay hidden well enough to get behind the outhouse and pry enough boards loose so we can take out a bandit. Trying to take one out in the stables could be a bad idea, as the horses might let them know we are there and ruin the surprise."
Drogan listens to the description quietly, drawing a rough sketch in the snow as Sia describes it. "Not much in the way of approaches that aren't visible. Maybe we do wait for one of them to come out to use the outbuilding," he pauses, nodding his head toward the small shack. "If we can take one of them out, quietly, perhaps we can use that timing to enter through the back door and gain a bit of surprise on them."
Drogan glances between himself and Braham. "I doubt either of us would be sneaky enough to go with you, but we could probably stay far enough into the treeline to avoid notice, and still be within reach if things went bad." He glances back at the lodge. "Without knowing how many bandits there are, though, splitting up might not be the best option. If you think you can scout without being noticed" pausing to glance at Sia, " you might better off going alone to check out if there is another way in. More of us with you would provide protection, but it would also increase the chance of them noticing us."
Drogan glances through the trees at the lodge, thinking. "I see the one entrance, and going in through the front might not be the best plan. Is there perhaps a back entrance?" Looking over at the small outbuilding, "it might be nice to be able to take out one, but there isn't much cover there.That might cause more trouble than help, and there is no way of planning for how long we'd have to wait just to eliminate one. Also, with this lodge, at least originally, belonging to the High Sentinels, there is no guarantee that we wouldn't accidentally take out one of them instead."
Drogan looks around the clearing, picking out details of the lodge and trying to remember what he has learned of the area. He motions, pointing out the tracks they were following which seem to lead around the side of the lodge. "I think this is one of the lodges belonging to the High Sentinels. Might be a good place to stop in; see if they've caught any sign of the bandits or your Lady."
Drogan grumbles softly, looking around at the new-fallen snow from the previous night. Slowly, he glances back at Braham. "Keep an eye out. I'm gonna try to see if I can pick up the trail." Turning, he trudges around, searching for signs.
Drogan follows Braham out of the hut, glancing around at the new fallen snow. "It's a good thing the path only branched two ways. This snow has most likely obscured whatever tracks those horses would've made. With luck, whoever is leading the horses was forced to camp like we were and we can gain some ground." Drogan paces around a bit, glancing toward the trail. "We should probably eat and move quickly to try to make up some ground. With us taking out the three yesterday, whoever is leading the horses might be tipped off because they didn't catch up."
Drogan glances back at Thanion, grunting softly. "I did nae plan to venture out of sight of the group. We do need shelter and warmth before we try to push out again, though, or none of us will be of any good to your Lady." After a few moments, he sighs softly. "Perhaps some company would be helpful. Two can find suitable wood much faster than one, and we can keep track of each other and Sturla while Aavelixia and Braham find somewhere to shelter for the evening."
Drogan, seeing that Aavelixia and Braham are already on the search for a suitable camp site, makes a quick look at Sturla to see how he is holding up. After a few moments, he drops his pack beside Sturla and trudges around, searching for dry wood to build up a campfire as soon as a location has been chosen.
Noting the small collection of items, and grumbling at a lack of potions, Drogan turns his attention to the campfire, poking at it with one of the looted short swords to bring it back to life. Satisfied, he heads back down to assist in moving Sturla up near the fire to help him recover a bit quicker.
Taking a deep breath to calm down from his rage, Drogan rushes back over to where Sturla fell, just barely managing to get his axe back in its loop on the way. He reaches for the arrow, then pulls his hand back. "Sturla's hit bad! I need some healing down here!" His deep voice bellows as he scans quickly for any other obvious wounds.
Seeing his friend Sturla go down, Drogan lets out a deep rumbling roar. Charging forward, his gaze is focused on the bandit that made the shot.
Drogan moves through the trees to the north, getting as close as he can so he can help defend Sia. Noting the threatening posture on the bandits, he looses his great axe, grasping it in a ready grip to strike as soon as he is able.
Drogan frees his axe, gripping it loosely. "Definitely not built for quiet, but I'll be ready to rush in when they notice whoever decides to do the sneaky stuff." His voice a low rumble, but still about as "quiet" as Braham's.
Drogan scoops up the dice, cracking another quick smile noting the low numbers.
Nodding, he glances up at Braham, "Aye, I could roll lower..."
Drogan glances back at Braham, cracking a rare smile as he clears the dusting of snow off a larger stump and crouches down opposite from Braham.
Drogan tends the fire, glancing occasionally in Sia's direction to see how she is. Nodding, he steps back, leaning against a nearby tree, and pulls his axe out again, wiping the blade down carefully before returning it to his waist.
Drogan sets up a small fire, building it to make sure much of the heat will be reflected back at Sia. Pulling his flint and steel out, he gives a few quick strikes, a small fire blazing in the pit. Standing, he rubs his thick hands over the fire, looking around at the others. "We should probably rest, at least for a little bit. We've been pushed hard the last few hours, fighting that fey with his elk and then the ice creatures."
Drogan glances back at Sia. "We need to stop and get her warm. Pushing on in this condition will not help her out at all." Pulling his coat off, he drapes it over Sia's shoulders.
Turning, Drogan spots a suitable location to shelter in and directs the group toward it. Leaving his coat around Sia's shoulders, Drogan trudges around, looking for a good collection of dry branches to make a fire to warm the group up with.
Drogan glances at his friend, a faint smile cracking his otherwise serious demeanor at the arm-crossing antics. "I'm with what the group decides. You all have been tracking this far longer than Sturla and I have."He pauses, taking a closer look at the body, "the only thing I wonder, not being familiar with this area, is how this guy ended up all the way out here away from the farm. Could possibly be tracking the same fey we are..."Drogan sort of trails off, considering.
"Perhaps we at least have time to give him as much of a burial as is possible with the frozen ground." He pauses as he makes his way back off the ridge to take a look at the body." Might as well recover his gear as well. It won't do him much good, but I imagine at least one of use can still get some use out of it."
Drogan glances briefly down. "Might be worth taking a quick check, if it isn't too far away. I don't know if it is connected to the lady you are searching for, but fey seem to be involved every other step of our path.."
Drogan pulls his Great Axe, moving up to the ridge above the corpse so he can get a better view of the surrounding area while the others examine the corpse.
Drogan rests his thick hand over Sturla's, nodding as the last of the ringing in his ears clears away. Giving a reassuring tap, he moves back to the trail, dropping down to slowly strap his snowshoes back on, his pale grey eyes scanning the rocks for more attackers.
With the two ice creatures dispatched, Drogan turns around to look at the snowman. Shifting to step over the gap in the ice below him, he walks over to the snowman, then puts a shoulder into it, pushing it down.
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