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You find yourselves brought together by chance or fate, or both. Or maybe it was the drink and sweets talking, but it is dawn, and all of your are gathered around steaming mugs of tea and/or coffee. A well-wisher offers up a small crate of supplies for your journey
15 travel rations
2 Waterskins (full)
4 wine skins (full)
Flint and steel
150 feet of rope
Grappling Hook
Pitons x4
whetstone
Map of the region (+2 Survival and Geography) for the immediate 2 day journey anywhere around the city)
Bounty notice (5 gold per bandit head returned)
It is a day and half journey to the bandit base. The dawn has brought with it the realization that while you are all big on hope and expectation, you are lacking in terms of an actual plan.
So. Faltor says as he drinks his tea. We should head out soon. If we do, we should be there midday tommorow, and be able to attack their base at nightfall.
Alexandra nods. I, for one, cannot see well in the dark. Is anyone else in that boat?
"If there's moonlight, I should be fine. Otherwise I'll get a problem as well." Luriel answers.
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Galen pores through the contents of the crate, taking most of the items in his pack. He passes the map off to anyone else you can use it, and gives the bounty notice to Feltor.
"I am all for moving out now," the young warrior exclaims fervently. "Not sure if we need to attack at dark, but we can scout out the defenses once we get close. It may take nothing more than an armed party to set the brigands to flight."
The cavalier begins readying his mount for the ride, checking the saddle girth, bit and other tack and securing his pack to the saddles strap. With his lance ensconced on the mount, Galen is soon ready to depart.
Alexandra does not have a mount, but she seems excited at the thought of the journey ahead.
This plan seems to be quite right. Mavis stands, before grinning and nodding for the others to follow along. His purposeful strides and the walking stave he uses mark him easily as one who is quite used to walking.
After a moment Mavis stops. Faltor? Mavis turns about-face, looking for the man behind him. Ah there you are!... He smiles, Maybe it would be best if you led the way, as you're the only one who knows where we're going.
Faltor smiles. Yes, that would probably be best. He grabs the map and makes for the fort.
Does anything notable happen during our journey?
Do you want to follow the roads or trail blaze?
Also either way I will need to know who is taking point and that person can roll me a perception.
Mavis stops for a moment to adjust his pack, grimacing. I bet I get to be as strong as you, Galen after carrying this for a week. After a moment of messing with the rope-straps, Mavis swings the pack onto his back again and walks onward, cheerfully whistling as he goes.
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The bandits watch the roads, right? So it be safer to make our own trail. I vote we follow the road.
Our intrepid heroes trail blaze through the woods for half a day or so
The day is hot and the going is sweaty and unpleasant as everyone marches through the woods, paralleling the road
Suddenly, our heroes find themselves standing in a small campsite with a clear view of the road, the fire still burns, but there does not seem to be anyone around.
Mavis stops abruptly, surveying the area.
Hello? He calls out, expecting a reply.
Mavis intently stares down a bush ahead of him, and brandishes his walking stick. After a moment his gaze turns to the next shrub, or hiding place there may be. He edges closer to his companions.
Do you think the bandits got 'em? He whispers. Fear is openly shown on his face.
I-I- I don't know if this was a good idea. heh, the most I've ever done to hurt someone is kick them with my hoove-I mean feet. Do you really think tracking down murderers and robbers would be a-- you know.., a good idea?
"I don't know, you hired me to keep stuff in good condition. But I smell an ambush, really." Luriel answers. "Anyone wants to go and spring it?"
Might be a bandit camp. The ran when they heard us coming.
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Crossbow in easy reach he looked to the others and shrugged. If it were an ambush it was better that they be free of it to fight back properly, at least miss Luriel thought so.
"Oh look charlie, a camp! Best go see if I can do anything to help while its owners are uh.. doing whatever it is they are doing."
He said loudly leading the mule and cart torwards the camp, doing his best to at least keep the cart as cover on his right hand side at least.
"This is just too strange people" - Reknar grunts, looking around and raising his eyebrows as Thorin just plods ahead - "What the..? Why not scout the area first Thorin?" - he chuckles.
The camp is obviously recently used, very recently. There are bedrolls still set, uncleaned plates from the morning meal, some crates covered by a tarp etc
Was that a snapping twig?
Mavis relaxes, letting out an audible sigh as he takes stock that the only people in this campsite are him and his companions. He walks over to the fire and flicks in a twig, making it flare up for an instant. Well, fire's hot, and now's a good a time as ever to break for lunch. What do you guys think?
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Cautiously moving forward with shield held in front, Galen will take a peek under the tarps to see what might be in or among the crates.
"Let's secure this place and see if we can find evidence of the former occupants before we settle down to meal. Most wouldn't leave camps in this condition unless something unexpected happened. Be wary!"
Is it safe? Alexandra calls. If this is a trap, then why hasn't it sprung? She wonders.
The crates are closed up, do you open one Galen
Everyone make a perception at -6, Thorin you have no penalty
"Back to back boys and girls, and be at the ready just in case" - Reknar urges his companions into a defensive circle, drawing his longspear - "Let the dogs come at us" - he growls.
Luriel does not notice anything amiss.
Alexandra does not notice anything.
Thorin spots it just before it happens
But everyone else is completely taken aback when 7 rough looking characters show up around the perimeter of the campsite
And just why would you want to invade our campsite my pretties? Says the particularly burly fellow in the lead. There are 6 crossbows pointing at you, and the burly fella has a large great ax
Mavis steps backward in surprise, almost tripping over himself. Seeing that his allies don't seem to be frightened, he steels his jaw and looks onward straight into the eyes of the axeman.
I don't believe that we're intending your items any harm, so you just tell your men to stand down. We were just traveling down the road when we saw your campsite and were a bit curious. No harm done..., friend
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He took a deep breath....
"CUSTOMERS!"
He said excitedly and loudly making a half bow his hand still on the butt of his crossbow.
"I'm Thorin O'Connel of the famed O'Connels candies, Charlie here and I are coming straight from Candy mountain... here to sastify all your confectionary needs. We have chocolates, we have sours, we have freshly malted orc balls for that added zip. Come one come all boys, lets go form a que and no pushing plenty for everyone."
He moved slightly to use the cart for some cover from the crossbows..
Reknar raises his right eybrow impossibly high at the attempt, but simply moves forward as if he was Thorin's bodyguard, standing watch over him.
Alexandra smiles at Thorin's remarks, waiting to see what happens.
The crossbows waiver for a second.
What the hells are you talking about? But now that you mention it we will be happy to take everything you have in there