Sep 14, 2020 12:20 pm
"C’mon folks, day ain’t gonna wait fer us, gotta get movin’. Leave ole Sourmash if he don’ wanna join us, not ever’one is cut out fer life on tha road"
Part 1: The Road to Hommlet
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Sep 14, 2020 3:12 pm
OOC:
Despite having two oxen to pull the cart, you're more or less forced to move at walking pace so that the others can keep pace with the cart. Normally you could move a a pace of 24 miles overland without having to do a forced march. However, since you'll be traveling on a maintained road, you get to move 50% faster, covering 36 miles in a day without much exertion. This should get you to the town of Hommlet by evening unless you wish to push the pace.Which PCs are riding on the wagon?
Sep 14, 2020 5:35 pm
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Angel is walking to the side opposite Sister Alice and as far from the wagon as is possible without losing sight of it or slowing himself down.
Sep 14, 2020 7:04 pm
"aaaah I guess I lost the sense of it in your fantastic accent. That means I’ll be driving the wagon then? That’s fine. A rest for weary feet and all."
Sep 16, 2020 5:22 am
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@GeneCortess: Is Selvam riding on the wagon with Johnas, or walking along side?
Sep 16, 2020 6:14 am
Selvam is walking along the side of the wagon and close to it. Right side if you need one.
Last edited September 16, 2020 6:15 am
Sep 16, 2020 7:51 pm
Sister Alice keeps her weapon at the ready as she walks, head on a swivel for any potential threats.
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Perception (Wis 16) - (1d20)
(11) = 11
Sep 16, 2020 9:34 pm
Coulson sets a brisk pace, following the directions Sourmash showed them on the map. Given that it’s a maintained road, and they are heading in a singular direction on a straight heading, he is able to keep an eye on the surrounding terrain for any potential trouble
Sep 17, 2020 4:06 am
Having the wagon ready to go, you set out looking forward to delivering the goods and earning some coin by the end of the day. It's around 6am as you leave the lot and head out the city walls of Verbobonc. The sun is just rising over the hilly landscape to the east. Since Coulson has control of the oxen and none of his companions join him on the cart Coulson decides to push it a bit, ataking advantage of the well-maintained roads. The miles tick by, with the rolling landscape of the Kron Hills surrounding you on both sides of the road.
The day turns out to be a relatively nice, fall day. The temperature is somewhere in the mid fifties for those that know Fahrenheit, or around twelve or thirteen degrees for any Celsius folk. Fat, lazy white cloud scrawl slowly across the sky as the day goes on. It might have felt a bit more comfortable had there not be a wind blowing from the southwest all day but it keeps the oxen cool. Eventually those walking next to the wagon start feeling a bit heavy in their armor, and relief comes to all on foot when around noon as you bring the oxen to a halt and let them rest and drink from a small spring that has been running along side the road for some five or six miles now, the water heading southeast in the same direction as you. You estimate that you've traveled somewhere around eighteen miles or so over the course of about six hours, moving at about 3 miles an hour.
As you're catching waiting for the oxen to finish drinking, and maybe eating some rations to keep your energy up for the second push to town, Coulson and Sister Alice suddenly notice the oxen jerk their heads away from the spring and step back. Curous as to what may have caused their noticeable aversion to the spring you notice just a slight "pinkening" of the water as it runs past and on down the direction of the road your going.
The day turns out to be a relatively nice, fall day. The temperature is somewhere in the mid fifties for those that know Fahrenheit, or around twelve or thirteen degrees for any Celsius folk. Fat, lazy white cloud scrawl slowly across the sky as the day goes on. It might have felt a bit more comfortable had there not be a wind blowing from the southwest all day but it keeps the oxen cool. Eventually those walking next to the wagon start feeling a bit heavy in their armor, and relief comes to all on foot when around noon as you bring the oxen to a halt and let them rest and drink from a small spring that has been running along side the road for some five or six miles now, the water heading southeast in the same direction as you. You estimate that you've traveled somewhere around eighteen miles or so over the course of about six hours, moving at about 3 miles an hour.
As you're catching waiting for the oxen to finish drinking, and maybe eating some rations to keep your energy up for the second push to town, Coulson and Sister Alice suddenly notice the oxen jerk their heads away from the spring and step back. Curous as to what may have caused their noticeable aversion to the spring you notice just a slight "pinkening" of the water as it runs past and on down the direction of the road your going.
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Sep 17, 2020 6:52 am
Seeing the pink tinge to the flowing water, and noticing that Sister Alice May have seen it too, Coulson whispers out to the rest of the group, "Spread out ever’one, eyes sharp, we may ‘av trouble behind us". He hefts his warhammer and slips his shield onto his arm, preparing to defend the wagon
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Sep 17, 2020 9:12 am
Selvam steps very close to the wagon mostly for cover and begins looking around as he draws out a bow and knocks an arrow.
Sep 17, 2020 10:35 pm
OOC:
I'm having a tough time envisioning the scene. It seems to me that everything that flows would head NE into the Nyr Dyv rather than SE. And you didn't mention which side of the road the stream was located. If it was on the west side of the road Angel would have encountered it first so I must assume that it's on the East side. I hate to make assumptions when there is a possible encounter involvedOOC:
Oh, wait. I get it now. It flows SE into that larger stream that flows through Hommlet to the NELast edited September 17, 2020 10:47 pm
Sep 18, 2020 4:00 am
Jonas sits on the wagon, but he does draw his blade. Have to be ready after all.
Sep 18, 2020 8:36 am
Slowly, the dwarf begins to stalk up the side of the stream, against the direction of its flow, to try and find the source of the blood running in the water
Sep 18, 2020 5:50 pm
As Coulson creeps back up the road in the direction he came from he comes around a small bend in the road. About 100 meters back, three gnolls are tearing into a deer carcass which appears to have been downed with spears. The carcass now lays in the stream, warm blood still oozing from it's cooling body. Not bothering to even cook the animal first, one gnoll seems to be using a knife of some sort to cut away meat before stuffing it into it's mouth, while the other two greedily dig in with their claws and teeth. The three monsters are so intent on their meal they don't notice yet that they are being spied upon.
Sep 18, 2020 6:27 pm
Coulson creeps back to the others to let them know what he has seen. "There’s three ugly Gnolls back there, roun’ the bend a ways. Tearin’ inter a dead deer. They didn’t see me, an’ I doubt they know we is ‘ere, theys so intent on their work. We can take ‘em now by surprise, or we can try an’ move off again, an’ hope we don’t make enough noise tha’ they ‘ear us an’ come a lookin’"
Sep 19, 2020 12:22 am
It would be best if we do them end now. Surely they will detect us and attack.
Sep 20, 2020 3:13 pm
Then let’s us go kill some Gnolls. Coulson moves back towards the site of the kill, checking to see if any of the others are following
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