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Harmast dismounts from his Zebra and looks around warily. His armor creaks slightly as he sees to his two Zebras, ensuring they are properly tied off while running an eye over the weapons and other equipment stored on the second beast.
That done, he looks about for the old man's store of firewood and sets about lighting the fire.
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Harmast stands staring at the sky. "Well, it would seem that our tasks are increasing day by day. And as our old friend says, there is a storm coming. We should probably be about our business. I suggest our first task should be finding somewhere to shelter from the storm." And with that he goes over and starts making ready his zebras.
Harmast looks at Carthalo quizzically... "How do you suggest we help her?"
I am most certainly still here :)
"Well... are you sure? I thought the sun should be at her feet - to guide her steps. Or is it at her left hand, to be a shield against the darkness? Or ... oh ..." he trails off, visibly puzzled.
Happy New Year folks!
Harmast sighs quietly and replies in a low voice. "Agreed. I do not like the delay any more than you do, but it is the proper thing to do. Be wary though. We still do not know who actually killed this woman. It is not impossible that it might have been our new friend here."
Merry xmas all :)
Since Yanioth began talking the old fellow down, Harmast will just stand quietly watching and listening. (unless the successful Luck roll triggers something of course)
Harmast glances at the figure from the trees and then makes a point of not looking directly at it again, while trying to keep it in the corner of his eye. Don't look now, Daughters of Vareena, but it would appear we have an audience. Over in yonder trees. Shall we finish our task and then go speak with them? They have have seen something of use to us.
I am still keen.
After a few moments consideration of his equipment, Harmast concludes that he has nothing that will help with the actual digging of a grave and begins gathering rocks to start building a cairn.
Harmast stares at the body for a moment, puzzlement uncharacteristically showing on his face. This is odd. Very odd. Craven and thieving the Greydogs may be, but it is not like them to kill one of their own and abandon the body in such a disrespectful manner. Perhaps they did not know she was dead when they left. From the look of things she may have been killed by the fire and then dragged over here. But surely they would have come looking for her? It is not like she was difficult to find. There is a strange tale here and we seem to only know the end of it. He pauses and looks concerned. Then sighs before continuing...
Harmast concentrates on the tattoo on the back of his left hand that serves as the focus for the Detect Enemies spell.
At Yanioth's suggestion, Harmast slips quietly off his zebra. Leaving the beast where he dismounted it, he moves half way to the body lying on the ground. There he draws his dagger and closing his eyes in momentary concentration, calls on the spirits to aid him.
If no enemies are detected he continues moving up to the body and waves the crows away. If the spell detects enemies nearby he hisses Ware! There are foes nearby! and unslings his shield off his back and onto his arm.
Harmast nods silently and returns to his zebra. He briefly pauses to check that everything is strapped in place just so on the two animals before mounting up on the one he is riding today. Once mounted up he sits atop the zebra staring quietly in the direction the rustlers took the stolen kine.
Harmast will climb down off his zebra and attempt to assist ...
By the Seven! It is such a muddle here. Boots and Hooves in all directions! Who can tell which is what?
Harmast looks slightly startled at Yanioth's words for a moment, but then suddenly bursts out laughing. Oh indeed not. I would never be so rash. I am sure a Priestess of Ernalda hunts men just as often or as little as she desires. But it far from my place to comment on such things.
Harmast also smiles, both at the ease within the group as well as the thought of soon bringing justice to the Greydogs. To be fair, I am more used to tracking a herd animal that has wandered off from the group than I am men. But I help as best I am able
Harmast, son of Baranthos, rides along at the back of group. Astride one of his two Praxian Zebras he is quietly singing a paean to Issaries. At his side he wears his sword and there are 3 javelins in a quiver on his back. His second zebra bears his miscellaneous equipment as well as his battle axe. He breaks off singing his song and sighs briefly before raising his voice to call out to those ahead of him. By the Seven, Yanioth! How much further till we catch these dogs? Are we still even following their tracks?
OK - alias made, if sketchily filled out at this stage :) |
