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Waynir had been watching Helda hovering ever since he had got back and knows what she is waiting for, he strolls over to his pack, hung just inside the front door and spends a while searching. Pulling out four small packets wrapped with twine, he returns to the table and his drink.
Calling the little one over he gives her two of the packets, gets a long, "Thank you", before she runs off to open them sitting in front of the fire.The party watch as she carefully opens them saving the paper and string and looking at the contents, which are two pieces of bright green ribbon, a small carved figure of a bear and some sweets. She looks at Waynir with a smile that goes from ear to ear, Waynir winks at her, then in a blink of an eye she is gone, up the stairs to her room.
Sarel has been watching this whilst washing the dishes and clearing the table of leftover food and mutters to herself,"He spoils that child as if she were his own", as Sarel starts to clear the last of the leftovers, Waynir catches her arm and pulls her close, placing the last two packets in her hands. She sits on his knee and says,"You shouldn't waste your money on me", but is really thinking he does love me, ripping open the paper and snapping the string, she finds, two pieces of blue ribbon (the colour of her eyes), a mirror, comb and some exotic smelling sent. Kissing, Waynir for what seems like an eternity and blushing slightly after realising that she is being watched by everyone in the room, she disappears with the gifts to their bedroom, off the kitchen and shuts the door.
Waynir takes a large gulp of whisky.

After gulping down a second helping of the hot steaming soup, Waynir wipes his mouth on his sleeve. He then proceeds to pick up a cup of the whisky, takes a sniff of the heady, peaty spirit and takes a sip, savouring the flavours bombarding his pallet. Waynir then calls to Sarel to thank her for the meal and to bring his pipe and baccy, which he loads with a large pinch of tobacco and lights it, with a thin taper from a pot on the mantle over the fire.
Turning first to Lazarus, he explains, that he was thinking of using pigeons to contact the Marquis, but they are not as easy to train as some think and that he thought Florde could travel back in the morning carrying a letter from the party.
Drawing a large lung full of smoke from the pipe and trying unsuccessfully to blow a smoke ring he looks at Vincent and says, "A good question, though time and distance are not the only factors one has to consider, the seas are a dangerous entity and we must of course rely on the wind, too little and it takes twice as long, too much and it could blow us off course altogether.

Waynir turns to the group standing outside the mill and says;"Come now the night is closing in and its getting cold, I will answer what I can over some food and drink, Lets get inside",he pauses a moment places a friendly hand on Talfens shoulder and says with a smile on his face,"Yes,Talfen it is magical"

As they close on the mill, Waynir shouts out;" Sarel, Helda its me, Waynir, I'm back and I bring friends"

Helda emerges from the mill and runs as fast as she can to where Waynir is climbing down from the trap. She jumps up at him and hugs him tightly.

"Well little one, how are you, I'm sure you have grown since I've been away", kissing her on the forehead and putting her back down on the ground.

"Now go tell your mother, we have guests and we are all in need of food and drink", with that Helda skips off to tell her mother.

Waynir turns to Florde,"Can you take care of the horses, the stables are over there", pointing with an out stretched stubby finger."You shouldn't return to Illinburgh tonight, it's too dangerous, stay here and go in the morning"

Waynir takes the scroll and studies it for a short while. He then looks at Talfen and gives a knowing nod.

Waynir then explains what is written to Talfen.

I hope this is of some help to you my friend and passes the scroll back to Talfen to put in a safe place.

Waynir calls to everyone to stay close so as to not get lost in the thickening mist.

Calling Talfen over Waynir says;"If you need any help with the scroll, I have the ability to Read Magic as well as other skills"

Waynir turns to Vincent and says,"It may be better to put the poor animal out of it's misery, we may be in more need of Lazarus's spells before this day is over"

Looking at the weather closing in makes Waynir feel uneasy, the moors are a desolate place in fine weather, people have been know to wander from the track in thick fog and never be seen again.

"Be careful Lazarus, don't get too close",Waynir shouts. Waynir walks over to Lazarus, pulling a Hand Crossbow from a hook on his belt and loads it. "Let's see if it is faking it, shall we" taking careful aim at the things body Waynir fires.

Hand Crossbow 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

Waynir looks at Lazarus and the others and shrugs his shoulders,"Didn't say I was any good with it though, did I"

Waynir looks accross at Talfen and the others and barks, "I no nothing of what he speaks, baby stealing, it is not in my nature to steal anything, let alone children".

As Lazarus gets near to where Waynir has landed the Dwarf is getting to his feet and brushing himself down, narrowly missing a fresh steaming cow pat by a couple of inches. "I'm fine, I'm fine", he shouts, though he is feeling a little stupid allowing himself to be thrown, but tries to put a brave face on it.

Your right Lazarus we had better regroup in case of a further attack, plus we need to find out where these riders have come from. I'll check the pony and trap for any damage, we don't want to loose a wheel.

Waynir fights with the pony and trap trying to slow it and keep it on the rutted track.

Dex 17(+3)1d20 + 3 ⇒ (8) + 3 = 11

Waynir concentrating on keeping the trap on the rutted track, pulls back hard on the reins to slow the pony down.

Perception 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (1) + 6 = 7

Ride 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (2) + 1 = 3

Waynir feels the presence of a rider closing fast.

Perception - 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25

Waynir uses all his strength and skill to control the pony and trap, down the rutted track towards the copse of trees.

Ride Check - 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (16) + 1 = 17

Waynir, seeing the riders closing on the pony and trap, shouts;"FASTER BOY, FASTER", giving the pony another whack with the reins.Then turns to Lazarus and says;"Hold on tight".

Waynir hopes he can control the pony and trap on the bumpy track, and keeps such a tight hold on the reins his knuckles go white.

Ride Check1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19

Waynir, keeping a tight hold on the reins, smacks them down hard on the ponies rear, shouting "Get on". Quickly glancing over his shoulder to see where the riders are situated but still intent on reaching the copse of trees.

Waynir thinks to himself, don't be hasty and waits to see if the riders wish to start a fight.

1D20+5 = 15, Delay action, if fight starts then :-

GM

Waynir, seeing the riders speed up, mutters under his breath and taps the pony on to speed up to make for the relative safety of the copse of trees.

DM

DM

Waynir, noticing the riders following them, nudges Brunt and says;"Brunt, who are they?". Pointing with an outstretched stubby finger.

WAynir gathers his weapons, armour and other possessions from the pile on the cart and proceeds to put them on.
He then turns to Lazarus and says; "My friend, I have no place to put an ass on my ship, though you could tether him somewhere on the deck, but he would be open to the elements. Could this be an option"

Waynir whispers to Lazarus

Lazarus/FW

Waynir weighs up the pro's and con's of letting another person aboard his ship, but quickly comes to the conclusion that, not knowing what they are about to face, another sailor/swordsman would be for the good of the party. He smiles at Brunt and says;"Brunt, I welcome you to join my ship and if you watch my back, should we meet any trouble, then I will watch yours, friend"

Waynir is a little startled at the request, and asks Brunt; "Why do you wish to come aboard my ship?","Do you think you could be of some assistance?"

Waynir returns to the map table and continues to drink his beer, looking over at the Marquis every two or three minutes to check he was not getting any worse, but ready to come to his aid if needed. Waynir was a quiet man and did not say much, but could be depended upon if the situation arose.

Waynir looks up from the table, seeing the young faced knight burst through the doors. He immediately puts himself between the Marquis and the young knight. Holding out his left hand shouts' "Stop, Who are you?, What are you doing here?"

Waynir approaches the table, pours himself a large mug of beer and drinks it in one go. Says, "Ahhhh, I needed that" and tops up the mug again, turns to the party and says "Does no one else drink beer round here". Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Sir Dougal pushing the wheelchair into the room, places his beer back on the table turns and bows, saying "My Liege".

Standing a little away from the others in a corner with his arms crossed was Waynir. He was wearing a nettle green woollen tunic, that had seen better days, brown supple leather breeches and scuffed brown boots. Everyone could see he was short(3'11")and stocky with pure white hair, a hard looking face and red cheeks.

Hi FW

Waynir

Hi FW been working hard on my character, could you please have a look over it and tell me if I've done anything wrong or advise if there is anything I need to tweek.

Cheers

Waynir