"I'm thinkin' bout goovering to them lights byder road, and conoiterring it up."
Aso looks confused: "Wh... whh... wh... frack!"
"Is that really R... R... Radik?"
Would we be worse off with the Dopple-Radik, my small friend? Perhaps that one would be a fair bit easier to talk to.
Kirrish shakes his head at the impetuous city dweller. As he wanders off, those that speak Thri-kreen can hear him mutter to himself, while releasing a pheremone akin to the salty tang of sweat.
Thri-kreen:
"Aye, any as wants to come on my sneakies, misery loves company."
"Aye, any as wants to come on my sneakies, misery loves company."
"Very well, I shall go with you; this is all very strange. What was that thing?" asks Issiki.
"Aww, crodluturd!! I hanta clue. There ought to be a book writ on her. Hrrmm......then I could learn to read."
Aso joins Shenker, running on all fours like a dog.
Schenker makes a wil save to avoid risl (rolling in the sand laughing).
"grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr"
Radik continues to lie in the mud, contemplating life's mysteries.
...
Nah, he's just really pissed off.
MalaKi tags along with Shenker and the rest of the sneaks.
Schenker makes a wil save to avoid risl (rolling in the sand laughing).
MalaKi's so sneaky he can hide in Shenkers shadow. :D
Skarsnikt's pretty decent at not being seen or heard. He tags along with the sneaky crowd as well.
Faindriac gapes as the creature turns into another Radik. But the battle is over so quickly that he never gets the chance to get a clear shot at the either of them. "Just when I thought I'd seen everything." He mutters as the thing slithers back down it's hole, taking the rest of the water with it. He rejoins the others, and considers thier options as they prepare to travel again.
"I recommend a little more caution this time gentlebeings," He speaks to the group preparing to go scout ahead. "Let's do avoid any more, unpleasant entanglements." He finishes by sketching a commonly used symbol for 'good luck' in the air, then turns and joins the others.
"Aye, smart feller...this is just a bit of connoiter, and, like, decide on later who to jack a mack."
Looking at Shenker after Faindirac's advising: "Dem b... b... bigwords. Wududey mean?"
"Hrrmm...here's just telling us to not be goofing around, like that last bit of clownshow at the water."
"hrmm....you'll not talking on about what my words is were a mouthful now, or are you?"
MalaKi tags along with Shenker and the rest of the sneaks.
As does Holdrus...sticking close to Aso.
"Hrmm...seven swords in the night.....I'm sore tempted to go to throat on this gig. We should try and count heads on this one, though."
Are we in the desert or a rocky waste, for the purposes of my natural camoflage?[/ooc]
yep am joining the sneaky crowd as i am a sneaky git; am gonna fly over there as I move faster than you guys; circle from a distance and get a basic layout of what I see; will meet you guys about 100 yards out from the camp and let you know what I see, sound good? Draw an x on the ground so I can see it from the air.
Spot 13+9 = 22
move silent 16+12=28
hide 9+12 = 21 how many stars out tonight? how clear a night is it? will stay up high enough to not reflect off of their campfires. have pretty good vision like most birds; I guess 210 ft up or 70 yards.
looking for size of the group; what their doing; what races, how wealthy; how many guards; what layout are they in defensively; do they look like slavers or merchants or what; what kind of equiptment are they wearing and carrying, how many campfires are they keeping.
well, if I can take my time and take a 20 on these as some have done; will do that; would give me 28, 32, 32.
Hide=1d20+10=24
Move Silently=1d20+10=19
Not being much of a sneak, Zuko decides to hang back and let the experts do their thing. Zuko will just maintain his vigilance.
Hide=1d20+12=27, Move Silently=1d20+6=18
Leaving Glluursskuu-skruk the kank with the rear guard, Kirrish slips silently into the night like some sort of stealthy...insect...thing...that's hard to see.
After a second of concentration, Skarsnikt seems to fade into the background and disappear. "Go-go", someone hisses.
Zuko checks on Radik if he is alright.
With Faindrac and Zuko remaining behind to see to Radik’s wellbeing, the remaining party members, making every attempt at covertness, creep as close as they feel comfortable to the caravan rolling along the hard packed road in an extended double line. Consisting of numerous wagons accompanied by Crodlu mounted guards and the occasional coach, each member of the convoy sports corresponding colors and heraldry.
Slaves labor in the yokes of the drays, pulling hard against the fully laden carts, though they bear few lash marks and appear fed, which is more than you can say for yourselves, cold and hungry, lying flat upon the barren, stony earth, covered with sand and desiccated brush. The procession appears both wealthy and well protected, and it is doubtful things would end well for you if hostilities commence. The leading edge of the train arrives perpendicular to your location, but your presence remains unnoticed.
As the slow moving line progresses past where you lay, out of sight, your blood runs cold as a slight mental presence brushes over the group; intangible fingers, feeling into the desert for hostile intent. Finding no such sentiment currently among your group, the sensations pass over and through you without raising any alarm.
Kirrish almost recognizes what the heck is going on, but ultimately doesn't have a clue.
As soon as the stealth group is out of earshot of the caravan (and, hopefully, the empath) he speaks up.
Query: Clutch get take... to go city-dweller large large group? Connection? This one not like. Things go on not clutch know. Go city, caution-caution.
Shenker nods "no."
whispers: "no hit this. Too massive. wait a while, see who's straggling behind."
Kirrish nods in agreement.
(Whispered)Declaration: Get stragglers away herd. Ask hard questions. Get good answer.
Radik rises shakily to his feet.
"What under the sun were they doing? Radik Aurel doesn't need any saving. They would presume..."
"Hrrmmm....we can't take these guys. Sorry to say. Let's get back to our buddy Radik and the others.
We could trail them; don't know; maybe if somebody else hits them we can buzzard over the leavings. Or not..."
Aso, bored, thirsty, and hungry, his flea supply nearly exhausted from over-harvesting, begins digging for grubs and tubers.
Issiki jogs over to Radik, "I have realised something!" he says with the guileless eagerness of an innocent, "Humans never grow up. Or they do, but only in their bodies. You are really just children. This is why you say such silly things. Ah, a lot makes sense now."
He grins at the battered warrior, "Thank you!" he says brightly and pats Radik on the head before going towards the rest of the group to enquire what they've found.
MalaKi wracks his brains to try to identify the caravan markings. However, the knowledge eludes him.
Knowledge (Local): (1d20+5=7)
FOR ZUKO AND MWBEELER:
MalaKi has been thinking about how to get the group into Raam. MalaKi should now the basic procedure. I will roll a Knowledge (Local) check.
Knowledge (Local): (1d20+5=8) Hah! Apparently MalaKi can’t even find the gate.
Holdrus has fought in Raam's arena before, and was made to bed one of the young mistresses of the house that owns that caravan. She was needing lessons in how to...do things...to please a suitor...and I was requested. This caravan belongs to (or is at least wearing the colors of) House M’Ke, a trading company based in Raam. 1d20+2=22
Eh heh heh....happens if you can give them another throw and a buck? We could get some fauncy woutier in this way.
Aye, I'll be yerr pimp, Holdrus! Aye, why our you scowling?
Aso, looking at Holdrus and Shenker: "What's a p... p... pimp?"
Aso, looking at Holdrus and Shenker: "What's a p... p... pimp?"
Declaration: This one would also like to know what this thing is. Query:Is like crodlu or kank?
Query: What this city dweller clutch, with soldier and workers? Large large? Scary? Great strong?
Radik rises shakily to his feet.
"What under the sun were they doing? Radik Aurel doesn't need any saving. They would presume..."
"Yes, don't seem to need any help. What with your knees shaking." Zuko then moves away to continue his weapons practice.