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I assumed so.

@GM Dalenka: Sorry to hear that, family comes first so we understand. Best wishes to him as well.

Yresk slowly approaches the great sycamore tree, walking slowly and close to the ground hoping to avoid any traps or holes the mites might have near.

In this darkness his slow movement might not catch the mites's eyes.
Further back he hears some sort of aggravated sounds, no doubt his disappearance had been noticed by others like Sezzen. Sezzen knew he'd like these reconaissance missions, catching sentries off guard and preparing for an ambush. He looked forward to it.

Let's hope the mites think the ruckus over there are just some animals, a wolf or coyote, we shouldn't alert them of our coming if we could help it.

He watches his step as he approached further hoping he could return with information for the others, none of them had been here ever before.

I can understand the frustrations the others have Yresk at the moment, but he thinks scouting ahead is a good thing, he's not charging headlong into the sycamore tree.

"We can't stay standing here, we'd better make up a plan else we'd never get the statue back."
Yresk tries to look at the great sycamore tree and the field again before heading out.
Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (7) + 7 = 14

With that Yresk slides down the slope and stealthily tries to approach the great sycamore tree.

Stealth: 1d20 + 12 ⇒ (9) + 12 = 21

Seems the forum ate my post, I'll repost then

Yresk looks on at the great sycamore tree and groans at the open field before him.

"Such an open field they might see us coming long before we might see them, though I can still try to approach stealthily. Their vision is as good as ours in the dark and they do not expect us now, I might be able to sneak closer and try to find a few sentries to take out."

Yresk tells them as he looks on for any signs of movement out on the fields.

No problems here

Yresk will try and follow the tracks back to the ancient tree, but decides to wait for the actual trackers several feet further on.

Survival: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (20) + 3 = 23

"Kiil him, less trouble and less drag for us." He states on the subject of the mite.

Yresk looks at Skoll and Draahzin with a questioning look.

"As far as I could tell, the thing didn't want to talk to us. Not much use for him then now is it?"

Yresk cleans his dagger with a piece of cloth, but wipes the last bit of blade away with his finger, looking quite insidious.

Then he takes some distance between him and the mite, waiting on the others to talk.

"Just kill the damn thing and be done with it." Yresk walks up to the mite and stabs him with a dagger.

Attack if needed: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 251d3 - 2 + 1d8 ⇒ (3) - 2 + (5) = 6
Crit?: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (2) + 5 = 71d3 - 2 ⇒ (2) - 2 = 0

"Well we could at least silence this ugly and noisy one. I wouldn't mind doing that now, his screams are irritating my ears." Yresk says as he looks annoyed at the mite.

"Indeed most fortuitous. We should interrogate the thing and see if it will talk."

Yresk wanders cautiously toward the mite and begins a small conversation with him. Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (12) + 7 = 19

"So... a little in trouble are we? Didn't see the trap that was laid down by our hunting party. It is quite a shame that you fell into this trap, we were hoping for something a little tastier like a rabbit or small deer. Guess you'll have to do." He grins menacingly.

"Though if you are helpful in providing us information we might release you of your awkward position. Do we have a deal?"

Yresk will try to conceal his blades, as though he is unarmed at the moment. If I need to roll that, let me know

"Agreed, that sounds the most preferable. I'm not sure if any of us don't have problems with the bright daylight."

Yresk seems content in following Draahzin around or any of the others for that matter, his interests lie elsewhere besides leadership.

Yresk will walk second I guess, he tries to scout and wants to join battle as soon as possible

Perception: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (16) + 7 = 23

Yresk nods in agreement with Chief Sootscale's words.
"So it shall be done, O mighty Chief."

Then he turns to Werpfoil.
"I am almost ready, Werpfoil, as I travel lightly and don't own much."

Yresk looks at Skoll with great enthusiasm at his mention of striking a deeper blow.

"Yes, that sounds excellent. Do we have any specific targets amongst the mites that we might strike a blow against? A hero or a leader?"

Yresk is wringing his hands in excitement.
Our enemies's blood will adorn my blades, hopefully they'll taste important blood.

"Werpfoil and Skoll ask good questions," Yresk says as he twirls his knife in his hand.
"Do they have any meeting points or traditions from where we can surprise or ambush them? It seems any advantage we can get will help us succeed."

Yresk steps out of the shadows near the wall at the back of the gathered group of kobolds. A few daggers dangle at his waist as he moves up, some of the lesser kobolds giving way to him.

He runs his blades through his fingers as he silently waits for what is to come, something where his skills can be put to use he expects.

Thanks for the invite GM, very happy to be here.

Sezzen I would be willing to pick Shoulder to Shoulder trait with you.

I'll be gone for the most part today though, I'm helping my brother paint in his new home.

Got the alias up as well.