Chapter 1: Making Introductions

What some would think would be a normal day for a slightly backwater village like Conyberry, would turn out to be no such day at all. Indeed, today a sight rarely seen throughout the Sword Coast would grace it, likely sparking stories for generations to come. For a being so rare only scholars and the furthest traveled knew existed would grace its cobblestone road this day.

Radiza had come to Conyberry.

Whereas a seasoned inhabitant of Waterdeep who was quite used to being met with the new and unknown on a very regular basis would merely raise an eyebrow at seeing a Tabaxi for the first time, Radiza was much more used to gawps, long open-mouthed stares and the occasional object dropped from limp hands. Or a scream and slammed door, but what was one to do? On a more positive note, she usually accumulated a drape of children following her about. The young ones simply saw the cat in her and didn't immediately think of danger. Radiza let them, making her young audience act as a shield against ignorance and fear from the more skeptical or wary among her inevitable audience. She did not begrudge those who didn't take a liking to her. She knew quite well that the world could be a nasty place, with equally vile creatures prowling it. The unknown more often than not turned out to be something bad.

And bad had certainly taken a liking to Conyberry. Radiza took note of the damage to the buildings. But the repairs were a good sign. It meant the place likely had coin to pay her with instead of empty promises. She sauntered towards the town center with a certain confident swagger. She had all her worldly possessions with her. Her scale mail armor had seen much use, with certain areas clearly patched up much like Conyberry's buildings. Over it was a tabard with the an emblem of a crescent moon of silver on a field of black. The emblem was mirrored on the round shield on her back. Likewise, her sword was oddly curved, in a design normally seen to the east around the Sea of Fallen Stars. As for herself, she had painted her mane in war colors but otherwise her feline appearance seemed rather pleasant, until she displayed her canines of course.

But none of that was on her mind right now. Of much greater importance was the current objective of her journey.
"There's the tavern! We got time for a few mugs and sausages I reckon!" She said to her traveling companion. Wandering the roads was part of a merc's life, but any veteran would partake in life's simple pleasures before the fighting broke out.

Milaki arrives to the village and takes a walk around to find any store to steal or any easy victim to pickpocket.

Atticus walks into town with a smile on his face. So do you think the rumors will pan out? Atticus says to his friend and traveling companion. Best case...we get a job...worse case we get a bed and a meal tonight.

A dark haired human teen, yellow eyes and pale skin, in a dark military-style clothing walks beside him.
Which rumours are you talking about? The ones surrounding the orcs? About the possible bad weather?
He then whistles extending his arm and soon a large, most likely a bit overfed, crow lands on it, the bird looks expectingly at him making a rattle sound. He reaches into his pocket, takes out a small piece of raw chicken feeding it to the bird, which greedily grabs the piece and flies away to a nearby tree.
A job would indeed be good, I desperately need a change of pace. How about we go visit the tavern, its a good place to gather intel....

He heads towards the tavern sneaking a piece from the bag in his pocket into his own mouth.

Atticus smiles as he listens to Alan. Indeed my friend, lead on. Following Alan. Atticus quickly feels the pangs of hunger settling in.

Auras had arrived in conyberry traveling from the east her wavy long blue hair the color of clear blue sky or crystal blue waters. her solid white eyes had her looking everywhere and nowhere it seemed. as she trudged along towards the drunken mountain. she was exhausted and was looking forward to resting a spell before meeting with the town leaders and wondered what kind of stew they had.

as she started heading towards the tavern she noticed the town was in a repair mode and regrowing from the devastation years ago. Auras could hardy wait to be put to use for the village of conyberry and her patron. she started humming a song from her home as she took n the sights and sounds on her way to the tavern.

The Tabaxi deftly dodged the drunk with a twirl, certainly making no attempt at barring his way. The sight of a man down his cups getting thrown out was hardly an uncommon one for her as mercenaries made taverns their home away from home. Instead she headed on to the door, taking a passing note of the armed men of varying attire approaching whilst guessing they were here for the same reason she was, then headed inside as ale and sausages were foremost on her mind. After all, if more patrons were coming she wanted to snatch the best table. She did just so, sauntering inside, then crashing onto a chair, tipping it back and resting her paws on the table for a well-deserved rest. She stretched and waved over whoever was serving the room.

Following the suit, he steps back letting the man pass.
After which he enters and looks around for something like a notice board that he looks over, finding out about the meeting the council is hosting in a couple of hours. He stays there for a bit longer studying the contents of the board for any extra information or local rumors.

Watching the angry man walk away, Atticus follows Alan into the tavern.I'll be at the bar, getting our drinks. Atticus says as he walks past Alan.

Walking up to the bar, Atticus waves his hand to get the barkeep's attention. Ordering drinks, Atticus sits back and waits.

The Tabaxi mercenary stopped rocking her chair and looked up at the lad who had made the mistake of making a cat joke to her face. Her eyes narrowed and turned predatory, like a lion staring down a mouse. A painful silence lingered a few moments before she released her witless prey.

"How about you bring me a flagon of ale and a plate of sausages instead, boy?"
Her voice was distorted from the shape of her mouth and had a feline rumble. Her displeasure was heard very clearly however..

Milaki after her walk around the village. She goes to the tavern. She enters, she looks around and goes next to the halfling that plays cards, she smiles at her and looks at her cards and she says: "Hi! Can I sit and watch? Who is winning ?"

Atticus looks over the dwarf and smiles. I'll take 2 tankards of ale..for me and my friend. I'll also take a plate of food as well.

Looking around the room, Atticus looks to find Alan.walking around looking for the notice board. Raising a tankard to let Alan know the drinks are ready, Atticus continues to watch the room.

After making a circle around the tavern, slightly annoyed at the lack of organised information flow in a form of a notice board or notice wall space he returns to Atticus side.

Sits down beside him, once he offers Allan the ale he politely declines with a thank you, I'll pass, it's a bit early for that knowing that, one, it's still early, two, he looks like a kid, in an unfamiliar place that might rile up some problems...Then he whispers keep an eye out to Atticus and points to the 3 tables with his eyes. He himself spares a glance at Radiza, finding her new hobby of scaring children slightly funny.
Turns to the dwarf behind the bar Could you please spare some local rumors? Do you know the deal behind the council calling out to adventurers?

The boy had clearly learned his place. It was important to let folk know lest they walk over you. Before you knew it they get strange ideas, like being able to haggle on her price for a job. The mercenary turned and squinted at the board. Now, ale probably never had been made with Tabaxi tongues in mind so normally she didn't care overly much since the taste was largely wasted on her, especially after the second pitcher, but she wasn't about to get the runs from some poorly brewed piss just before a job.
"Just the normal sword coast ale. If you got fresh sausages I'll have 'm warm. If not, smoked is fine too."

Auras looks at the menu before sniffing the air smelling undead she followed the trail to the young look lad and towers over him still sniffing. "Yep your the source I reckon...." auras then orders a stew and seeing the sign of the lazy bard ale orders that. Thinking it can't be that bad.

"If you require assistance I could help in my down Time from helping solve the major problems of this lovely town." Auras says to the dwarf behind the counter. "You have such a lovely place. I love the rustic feel of it feels like home hunting trolls. Nasty beasts trolls gotta burn em unfortunately. Otherwise they come back madder then a hornet." She smiles.

He looks back at Auras It is nice to meet you. while thinking I'ts one of those crazy people again, why can't I live in peace..... Then turns back to the bartender How much is it for the free room? keeping one eye on auras, to see how bad is the drink, hoping that its horrific.

Milaki with a smile and a joyful pitch voice says "I am Milaki, nice meeting you!.... so you do not bet? I like to gamble and winning some coins! Can we play? I bet you a silver! " then she giggles and takes out a silver coin.

Radiza fished her coin pouch from under her armor. She kept it on a string around her neck, a trick her comrades had taught her early to prevent someone running off with your pay while you were sleeping. It was still fat enough from her last haul and she had no trouble finding a triangular silver coin to hand to the lad, a leftover from her campaign in Sembia. Then she resumed her slow chair rocking while she waited and took a lazy look around. It was easy enough to pick out the folk who weren't from this backwater. A fair number wore armor or arms that told her they were either here for the job or maybe on the way to Triboar. That was good. She'd hate the idea of having to do the job by herself. She'd rather bugger back to Triboar if that happened.

By now the gawping had mostly stopped too, except for the folk who wandered into the inn and noticed her. She pulled out her string and wove it between her fingers to create patterns to kill the time while she kept up her rhythmic chair rocking. All the while she did her best to ignore the gnome. He wasn't particularly good and it was far to easy in the day for drinking songs. The company could use improvement too but who knew what things would be like after sundown? Probably very rural and boring, but one could hope.

At last blushing boy came back with her food and she could dig in. She put her string away and took a long, contentious gulp of ale to wash away the dirt of the road. Then she skewered a sausage with her thumb claw and index finger and took a bite. Unfortunately for the onlookers who were still fascinated by her, Tabaxi lacked lips to seal their mouth while eating, giving them a very public display of the chewing process as she happily worked away the fatty treats while grease ran down her chin.

Life was good..

Milaki frowns a little bit about the no betting game, but in a second she forgets about it and smiles, as the boy waiter passes, stops him and throws her silver coin to him yelling "Bring a round of ale to all of us here!", then she turns to her new friends and says: "Ok, let's play!"

Atticus sits at the bar and enjoys his drink. Looking over at Alan, Atticus checks on his friend. You okay? Any luck with the notice board? I'm sure we'll find out enough when we speak to who's in charge.

Turns to Atticus and explains.
There is none. The man talking I was talking to is in charge.

For him it is strange that the knight couldn't tell that the man is most likely the owner of the tavern, maybe he's really hungry? Remembering the last time he pushed himself to his limits he failed most of his assignments and angry pork-chop looking superiors weren't exactly helping with the whole situation. Throughout that period of time he was using all of his remaining strength to keep himself from attacking the fat captain and his colleagues.

What do you think about renting the room, Atticus?
Asks, not mentioning anything more in detail, since the conversation took place by his side.

Auras thinks a moment before saying "throw in some bread and I'll take it." She fish's out a silver and two copper. Before saying "I'll need a room too. But if you guys are willing to split the cost we can share?" Auras suggested to the two comrades with her by the bar. "I'm Auras at your service. And you are?" Indicating for Alan and Atticus to introduce themselves to her.

Glancing over at his friend, Atticus nods his head. Given that we don't quite know how long we'll be here...the room would be a safe bet I'll inquire about it and pay if it's still open.

Taking a solid drink from his tankard, Atticus gets the barkeeps attention. My friend here says you have an open room. How much is it a night?

As thunder announced the coming of bad weather Radiza glanced outside. She hoped it would pass quickly. She had not put up her tent yet and doing it in the middle of bad weather wasn't her favorite past-time. She was no stranger to being exposed to the climate however. In war a roof over one's bedroll was often a luxury. Still, there was most of the day ahead. Plenty of time to plan something else if it came to it..

Milaki growls and says " it's not my lucky day" and throws the cards on the table and drinks some beer

Atticus looks over at Alan and shrugs his shoulders. It's up to you. I'm fine with the room or the floor out here. If you want, I'll pay for the room..for a couple days. There's no telling how long we'll be here.

Not liking the sound of thunder and not wanting to risk a cold or worse, due to the holes in the tavern/barn walls and non-existent flooring, that may flood if the storm lasts for a couple of days. Worst case, he looses a couple of silver, best case, he's got a dry lodging and escapes an illness or two, now that he's no longer a quartermaster but a mercenary he should keep track of health. He puts down 3 silver on the table saying.
The room please, for 3 days, pass on the meals, if the storm keeps on I will prolong the stay.

Then he looks at both Atticus and Auras If any of you wish to share you owe me the equivalent part of the total sum.

Milaki tries to make another bet "I am hungry .... let's play another! And whoever loose, buy us a plate with cheese, sausages and bread! What do you think? "

Milaki smiles and says : " Great!" Then she takes one card and throws the 5 of Crowns

He turns to Atticus I'll return shortly, have a pleasant meal.

Swiftly grabbing the key Alan turns around and heads down the hallway to the rented room... I really hope that the room is in better shape then the tavern... it at least should have a proper flooring.

After all during storm is the best time to evaluate the sturdiness of the room... especially when you don't practice the trade.

Milaki smiles and says: ''Thank you for the game! ....and for the free meal! Lets eat!'' then she tries to make a small talk and says: ''So, why are you here? Are you here to help with the thing?''

The Tabaxi's ears turned to the conversation at the gambler's table at the mention of the job as she played a little with her next sausage. She wasn't too worried about the pay really. This place was run by some merchants word had it. And if it wasn't enough some folk would just leave. ....Or maybe not make it back to get paid. After all, the rumored trouble was the sort you could find in a Chill band and those types didn't like to take prisoners.

Seemingly lazily she let her eyes wander over the others who looked like they had come for the job, looking for telltale marks of experience; scars, calloused hands, worn armor and well-tended weapons..

So, at least one group that looked like it knew what it was doing. There were some scattered soldier-like types about as well. Some might be adventurers, green or not. They could not be relied on overly much until they proved themselves in a fight. But Radiza didn't want to find out if they were when they were supposed to be watching her back so for now she picked her favorites should groups be formed later..

After approximately 10 minutes he exits the room and locks it, hides the key in his fanny-pack. On his way back to the bar he listens in enjoying the liveliness of the crowd, it reminds him of the ever crowded barracks and the never ending banter of the fellow soldiers back at his unit.

Milaki burbs after she devoured some food and drank her beer. She replies : " oh well, we are going to see..." thinking she was going to steal the easy targets afterwards to gain more. "For now let's have some fun and enjoy this!" Then she yells to the gnome playing the flute "Hey you! Play something more cheerful and loud. Brings us another round of beer!" and starts singing and dancing to cheer up and start a feast.

No... don't encourage the gnome...

Radiza slowly exhaled through her nose. It was morning. You didn't dance in the morning. You got some breakfast sausages and a drink to start the day in relative quiet, mostly because you still had a nice headache from drinking of the night before..

On the way back, catchig the last part of the conversation, Alan quickens his pace from a relaxed walk to a military-like march, he walks through the hallway, making it just as the dwarven lady finishes the introductory part of her speech.

Quickly he joins Atticus' side recognizing the speaker he patiently waits for the further instruction. Glad that they picked a spot at far back, he had the grace to skip a half a dozen 'excuse me's' to the other listeners...

There's the money. The Tabaxi raised a sausage in greeting, but her paws remained on the table and the chair never stopped rocking. She merrily chewed on and looked over the mercantile trio. An odd gathering for sure, but they probably made enough coin together in this place to make the partnership worth it. And while she was eager to hear what the exact details of the mess the town was in, the downpour outside put her in no hurry to get started..

Milaki without noticing the new arrivals continues singing and dancing until she bumps on one of the commanders and stops apologising.

Alan thinks to himself
Marauders, orcs and animals would require an ambush.... The traps too, most likely during the night or early hours of the day... Either way the only difference is about the location of the ambush...

Then he lifts his head and looks at the knight do you have any preferences?

One could grab extra goods from orcs and highwaymen... It could mean an unhealthy competition, either way we need more people...

The problem with house animals sounds more like an inside issue, so does the one with traps... Is it possible that they're sticking sticks in each other's business to get rid of competition, after all monopoly carries ultimate authority...


He remembers that even in the army there were many 'shady suppliers' attempting to gain coin with smuggling unallowed goods and selling them to soldiers, starting with strong alcohol and finishing with unregistered weapons. Always at each other's throats, always unsatisfied, always wishing for more.

Well, that's a nice jumble of local issues. Radiza thought while picking apart the separate problems. But what will you be paying? And for what? That's the real question.

"Here's a question." The Tabaxi's voice was unnatural due to the shape of her mouth and came with a resonating purr.

"What do you want us to do exactly, and what's the pay? A bounty for orc and thief ears? Maybe a wage for guarding caravans...?"

Milaki goes and sits back to her sit and just listens to the conservation taking place quietly

That was a self-obsessed crowd if it noticed a Tabaxi only now by Radiza's reckoning. But Radiza was mostly surprised to hear of another Tabaxi having passed through here. She only knew of a handful in her wide travels and Rare Thunder wasn't one of them. He had a clan, meaning he likely was the sort from Maztica. Perhaps an escaped slave from Amn? Radiza herself had no clan. Her parents did once, but since they were severed from it they did not pass membership on to her. She decided she would ask more about Rare Thunder later.

That brought her to the matter at hand. Ten dragons for a thief wasn't all that much. Baldur's Gate famously offered fifty once, but they were on the verge of economic collapse because of the whole crisis back then. And a big city with deeper pockets than this little corner of the middle of nowhere. Still, Radiza would give it a shot. Perhaps she would find some dumb ones and make a big payday out of it. Orcs on the other hand were a bit riskier. They can see in the dark, like herself. That took the fun away. Not to mention they all knew how to fight, while highwaymen were often enough rabble who picked up a weapon and waved it around threateningly without any training. Still... only ten dragons.

The Tabaxi purred, seemingly mulling the offer over. She tried to sound reasonable. "Ten dragons for a thief is a bit weak. Did you know the Flaming Fist over at Baldur's Gate offered fifty a pair? I get if it's a bit much for you but say I manage to find their hideout and take that out, perhaps recover some stolen stuff, that would be worth a bit more, no? As for orcs, well, ya got to do better. They tend to have axes and know how to use 'm."

Now sure that the tabaxi is indeed Radiza, Alan smirks, he may be a bit naive, this being the first time in his life where he's without a real backing, ofcourse he could always return to his duties, not now... Nor anytime soon.

On the other side the tabaxi knows her craft and has a couple of good cards up her sleeve, he has been at the both ends of the stick, and knows well that it's better not to go against her, so.. why not leave the talking to someone who's better than you, especially if it makes benefits...

He leans back ready to enjoy the showdown.

Milaki takes a mental note
so they wants us to kill orcs...cut their fingers to prove the kill...
and also to go see what happens to the old Alfonse.
She knows him, she used to go to his ranch. She was stealing some of his butter and putting it on warm bread...
She ignores the tantrum of the tabaxi and anger wanting to go kill the dragon at once. She was just closes her eyes thinking of the taste of the melting butter...miam and drools

Atticus leans over as he hears Alan speaks. We can go with what will pay better or with what ever sounds like it'll be more fun.

A nod of approval, he says back Let's see, if Radiza still has her iron grip.

He continues to watch the show of discussion between the mercenary and the council, ready to back the tabaxi up if it grows into anything more unpleasant.

Cheapskates, the lot of them.
The Tabaxi wasn't overly impressed with what was on offer. And taking prisoners was a whole lot more bothersome than taking some bumpkins out at night. It meant needing more people to keep watch over them and that meant sharing the bounty a lot further. Easier to take their stash and sell it off and end up with several times the paltry bounty. Not the most reputable thing to do, but it was an unfair world. Truth be told Radiza didn't want to deal with the logistics of it though. That left hunting orcs.

"Sounds like you're awfully soft on those brigands, and that just makes my job harder. Nah.... I think I'll go look into the orcs instead."
She looked around the room.
"Anyone care to join me? We split the coin between whoever comes back alive."
The mercenary way...

I'm in... Atticus says as he stands up and answers Radiza. Looking over at his friend and comrade, Atticus flashes a grin. Eh..it could be fun.

He looks back. Alright, but I'm warning you, she could attempt to swindle. He stands up.

The Tabaxi nodded her agreement. It was a good offer and needed anyhow. It was time to get to work, and that started with knowing where to march off to. She beckoned over the ones who indicated they would join her.
"Tell us about the latest orc attacks. Where they hit you. Where you think they're hiding at. Your idea of their numbers. Why you think they have taken an interest. The sort of thing that will let us find them or lure them out into the open.."

Alan signs, content with the promised reward, he sees Radizas actions and decides to join the briefing, in his years he learned that additional valid information is worthwhile, it can both make ones job easier and save life. Once at the table he nods to Radiza and takes a place next to her, waiting for further information. He believes that the Tabaxi has already recodgnized him.

Atticus gets up and follows Alan over to where Radiza is sitting. Once there he listens to the briefing and tries to find any pertinent information that'll help them.

Radiza looked at the situation like a seasoned campaigner and gave her thoughts matter-of-factly.
"If it were hundreds the scouts over at Triboar would have picked up on it I think. Besides, with numbers like that they could just hit the town directly if they wanted to. And it's a lot of mouths to feed. Since they don't grow fields everything edible would've been picked clean for miles. Nah, it's not going to be hundreds."

Her chair-wiggling continued on as she contemplated her foe, as much for her employers as her future brothers in arms.
"Orcs are a pain, but they're not stupid. Good way to get killed that, thinking they're just dumb brutes. They're up there for some reason. Passing through, making a new home, who knows. I know one thing; once we start picking a few off left and right they're going to be right pissed. Best be ready for that. But last thing we want is a head-on confrontation. They're kind of good at that, so I don't want to play to their strengths. They likely rely on these raids for essential supplies. Picking off their raiders and hunters should be the first step. Make them go hungry a bit. Then they might start making some mistakes."

Milaki follows her company in silence and thoughtful.

Milaki goes closer to the guy that said he can offer help and tells him. ''Oh great! I will need some golds for supplies to do, what I need..hmm....lets say .....10 golds?'' and smiles with her cute face.

For a second Alan eyes the pinkette and thinks...This one is no mercenary, its obvious that no self-respecting contractor would offer money, only material help and the requested items will have to be returned, or their value might be deducted from the pay, if its something more valuable than a couple hundred feet of rope. Anyhow should keep an eye on her.

Radiza, what kind of ambush you're thinking about? A simple wait in the bush and jump? Or a more elaborate one with a bit more planned out structure and a couple of traps?

Then he turns to the person that was giving them the briefing Could you please tell me a bit more about the biotope of the area that the orcs were spotted and foothills in general?

"Hmm? Not like that really, my band prefers hit and run. Scout them out, look a few isolated ones, pick 'm off and back off, then do it all again and not wait for them to come to you. And as I mentioned they need to get their food somewhere, so there got to be smaller groups out foraging and hunting we can possibly hit. But if you like traps.."
The Tabaxi shrugged knowingly.
It's only a matter of time before they send out a big band of warriors to kill us so I won't say no having something to cover our retreat. Unless you know you can outrun a band of angry orcs for a few leagues."
I know I can, but best not to discourage the new recruits.. Radiza thought.

Then where's your band? An orc raid could always use more people....As far as I can tell your're here on your own. Anyhow, running shouldn't be a problem. He thinks for a moment, remembering a time both of them had to go through a physical check before a mission, he by no means could mimic the tabaxis momentum of 120 ft But he was able to outrun her after roughly fourty seconds.

"Oh, the Waning Moons will come. You just gotta pay a few thousand dragons for them to show up." Radiza's voice almost purred merrily at the joke.

Auras has remained silent when the guild came in mumbling to herself seemingly holding a conversation something or someone that isnt there before she speaks up. "id like to join in on the orc hunt tho this storm is very bad might wait till it dies down before we go anywhere. also, i'd like some time to prepare for the hunt as well if you will indulge me?" seeming have come to a decision that isn't her own but these orcs will be taken care of post-haste." she smiled.

"That's alright."
The Tabaxi listened attentively as her tail slowly flicked. She was thinking about something.
"If you were living there with a few dozen at least, where would you go to get food and water? The hill itself sounds barren."

Milaki frowns, that she did not take the golds and goes back and whispers to her new friends (the group I was playing cards) " So, when are we gonna go and what will you do? can I come with you?''

Alan waits for the answer while letting his thoughts stray I Should acquire some pithons and a hammock

"Mrrrr...." Radiza purred as she raked her claws through her chin fur.
"It sounds like a place where they can't stay forever. That is good for the region at least."
The Tabaxi looked out the window into the rain as the wind battered the village.
"They won't be foraging out in that. As soon as it lets up I want to go looking for their hunters and scavengers. Unless one of you has another idea?"
She looked over those who had agreed to join her with a strong confidence in her own plan...

I don't mind.... Stephen, could you please tell me where i would be able to acquire a hammock and pitons?

Sounds like a plan. Atticus says as he listens to Radiza.

The evening before Alan asked one more question to the council Are storms like these common in these parts? after hearing the answer and listening to the end of the briefing he visited the stores to purchase After returning he found Atticus at the bar and told him that he's spending the night in the room with him, its storming outside and he's not risking his friend to catching a cold. Talks to the barkeep, offering to exchange the 2 nights that he's not staying at the establishment to a gallon of Sword Coast Standard Ale, so that the good trader doesn't lose his income and he gets his worth of spent coin.

Then he departs into the room, finally letting chuckles into the room trough the window. Prepares his sleeping place, the newly purchased hammock and his trusty sleeping bag. After that he goes trough everything he knows about orcs while waiting for Atticus and goes to sleep, locking the rooms door and hanging a his metallic mess kit on the doorknob by rope beforehand.

In the morning he gathers his stuff, washes up, hands over the key to the owner and goes to the butcher store, before departing to hunt orcs

Milaki wakes up, wiping up the drool from her lips, she fell asleep at two chairs bed, she made... then she asks for some breakfast, warm milk and bread with sugar. Her plan is to find new friends to help her with the things that the council said.

She looks around....

It took Radiza some effort to wake, but a seasoned campaigner did not complain and just got about it. At least she had long mastered the trick of catching sleep no matter the time of day in short stretches, so she was up before first light. It wasn't as if she needed it after all and the Waning Moons often used her as the night's watch for her eyes. Rather then try to set up her tent in the storm she had snuck out back and had rested in the stable's hayloft. It was a far more comfortable place for sleep then anything on the road, that much was for sure. As she sat up she shrugged off her blanket and stretched. Then she plucked some hay from her fur. Next to her was her armor which she got into after taking care of the morning's business. She could dream the order every piece had to be put on in and her fingers easily found each belt and clasp. She could do this blindfolded if need be. Finally she took up her weapons and nimbly climbed down to get out before the stableboy would be in. Outside she brushed off the last bits of hay before taking a little walk that had her end up at the inn's front door once more.

As she entered along with the first light of dawn she noticed the resting forms of folk who had used the hard floor as their bed. It wasn't comfortable she knew from experience, still a stretch better then sleeping out in a storm. Her paws padded softly across the room where she entered the kitchen. The smell of bread in the oven met her. She would eat the stuff if there was nothing else, but she was Tabaxi and it agreed poorly with her. Meat was generally on the menu and she asked the cook for another plate of sausages. She left the coinage in the kitchen after which she sat down in the common room, once again resting her paws on the table as she waited for her breakfast. It would be the last hot meal in a while. She had dried meat to last her quite a while but like most rations it lacked a good taste.

As the local rooster finally went about his job the others began to stir, and Radiza watched to take their measure..

I knew it.... he got sick again... at least my debt towards his father has been repaid... Huffing in slight annoyance as he helps Atticus with finding a trader on his way towards the general store in the morning. He remembers Lord Rohmner the man has helped him many times during his service at the army, he always took his side when others began to point fingers at Alans strange diet or not exactly changing looks trough his 7 years of service. Having a noble on his side saved him a lot of trouble, so in turn he agreed to accompany Atticus once the lad decided to make a name for himself - not that he had any plans of his own. Now that the young knight Atticus will be sent home safely he can deem his dept repaid.

He runs his hands trough his dark locks on the way back to the tavern and thinks On one hand i don't owe anyone anything anymore, on the other - I lost the only trustworthy ally in this place.... He eats a whole half pound of fowl on the way back, while feeding small pieces to Chuckles, that is comfortably resting on his head, the bird has refused to leave his side since yesterday, it looks like it truly didn't enjoy the storm.

Soon he enters the tavern, puts most of his purchases into this bag while keeping a small amount in his pocket for a quick snack. Sits down across from Radiza. He looks at his tiger tattoo on his right shoulder, a result of a bet he made with Radiza a long time ago, she used to like to constantly remind him how he passed out just after a couple of bottles of ale and then she was graceful enough to spare his poor soul and pick just a tiger - after all the loser of the bet had to get a tattoo of the winners choosing, in the most shady place possible. He speaks up Were down one person, the knight that was with me got sick and I don't think that the other one got the mettle, she probably has already ran away... Do you think that the two of us will be enough to make it without major casualties?

Chuckles (the pet crow) soon grows bored and begins to wander across the table making a few playful pecks and rattling coos at the tabaxis clothing and paws, the bird clearly has begun to recognise her.

Shifts his gaze at the waking Milaki, he must admit that her new look rather suits her - a troublesome hairdo for a troublesome person.

Milaki eats her breakfast fast, fix her hair and then she comes closer to Alan and Radiza and says: "Good morning! My name is Milaki! I would like to join your company to the orc hunting!" Looks at Alan: ''You look pale...maybe you need to do some sunbathe more often...ohhh nice crow, what its name? they say they are smart animals and they bring shiny things to you as presents!'' and then to Radiza: ''Hello...I have a weird question..Do you cough hairballs?''

The moment that he was about to answer with the usual Don't worry about it he lightly coughs, choking on his own unspoken words as Milaki addresses Radiza. He chooses to remain silent, looking at the two and waiting for the following reactions, curious glint evident in his yellow eyes. Now, this might be interesting...

Not for the first time Radiza pondered the edible qualities of the bird. Especially now it started to pick at her. Why someone would keep the pest around was beyond her. Then again, she mostly knew crows for their handiwork on the bodies of the fallen after a battle..

She returned her attention to the conversation. Being down one man where there were so few to begin with was a nuisance for sure. It meant they really had to start looking for isolated orcs to take down and the slightest group would become too much for them to tackle. The Tabaxi was beginning to ponder waiting a little longer to see if more folk trickled in from Triboar and was just about to offer the suggestion when the gnome spoke with the restraint normally reserved for four-year old infants. At least it fit the size. And it wasn't anything Radiza hadn't heard a thousand times before. She traveled with mercenaries after all. 'Do you cough hairballs Radiza?' 'Can you lick your own butt Radiza?' 'Why are you nailing me to a tree with a spear though my gut Radiza?'

Well, two could play at that game..
"This is no job for children ya little pink-haired menace. Go bother your mother and try killing some mice before bothering the adults."

Here we go... getting comfortable in his chair Alan picks up the bird and cradles it in his arms, not willing to risk an emotional outburst followed by claws and cuts. He listens in, hoping that the little argument would last, after all they need more people and at this point it takes time, so why not enjoy a show if it's literally given to you.

At this point the bird stirrs from his arms and climbs onto the lads head using his body as stepping stone - hopping from his arms onto his shoulders and head..

Alan nods understandingly, he mentions that safety should be their priority and that Lord Rohmner will thank them handsomely if Atticus gets back safe.

''I am not a kid, I am a halfling....and I think you did not like my question...you are so tense...you need to relax and enjoy life..." and puts her hand behind her head ''We can help each other, we can do this together, go kill the orcs to gain some money... Also, I know the place, I grew up around here''

"How much, half an inch?" Radiza replied laden with sarcasm. She clearly wasn't convinced the halfling had what it took.
"And a real killer, are you? Can't say you look like the orc-slaying kind. More like the get stomped flat by orcs kind, If I'm honest here. The pale lad and I have seen battle girl. It ain't daisies we're plucking here."

"Oh well...I do not like killing. But I am good at hiding, being fast and backstabbing the orcs!" and she takes off her dagger to demonstrate her fast dagger trick.

Radiza let out a long, exasperated sigh. She really want to take along the pink eyesore but what choice did she have? Go with just Alan?
"Gods above and below and in-between help us! Fine! But you don't get a copper unless you bag at least one of the green bastards!"

Well backstabbing doesn't limit itself to orcs, either she's naive or she's going to stab us in our sleep... Alans eyes widen when she mentions stabbing, but he becomes slightly paler when Radiza actually agrees with her proposal. He looks at her wide eyed If you're sure, then alright, but we probably should wait for more people... No way I'm sleeping in the reach of pinky, her whole image screams 'Undertable'

He then turns to Milaki and points at the bird on his head This is Chuckles, he's a friend, not food... he looks her dead in the eyes, the thought behind it 'you hurt the bird and I'll skin you alive'.

The whole intimidating sharade gets ruined, when Alan dips his head and the bird looses his balance on his head almost tumbling down to the ground followed by the lad himself attempting to catch the critter as he falls off of the chair. In the end Alan is face-down on the ground the bird jumps around displeased by Alans performance.

Milaki nods "That's great...! Me? eating the bird...? the other one you should worry...'' murmurs and smiles.

After getting up and dusting himself the lad sits back down, he cradles the bird in his arms and invites the hafling to sit beside him,She won't, they're good friends, right Chuckles? he scratches the birds head, content that the animal is unhurt.

If you are joining us, I believe that introductions are at hand, my name is Alan, as you have probably already guessed, this is Chuckles. It is nice to meet you Milaki. First he points at himself then at the bird, giving the hafling an awkward smile.

The tabaxi wasn't impressed with the sappy attempt at niceties.
"Well isn't that cute, the boy meets his first girl. If yer done playing nice, let's go over the plan with the short one, eh?"

Whilst still tipping back her chair the large feline warrior looked over Milaki.
"It's simple really. Three of us aren't going to tackle the main force those orcs have up there on that hill. But the hill turns out to be desolate. Even if they find some ancient rations in the old tunnels up there it won't last them long. So they got to hunt and forage. Same for water. And they're up to something too, so I want to find isolated orcs, maybe small groups, and take 'm out hard and fast. I'm even happier if they hit the ground without knowing someone stabbed them. Either way we got to stay ahead of their armed groups. So I hope that little boast about being fast goes for running from a horde of orcs too. Especially if they manage to raise the alarm. If that happens we make a break for it and try again in a few days."

Listening in, Alan rests his head on his chin and looks at Radiza Well something got you angry bright and early, alright, i will humor you.Don't worry love, simple pleasentries, nothing more, if you go on like this people might misunderstand. the joking tone is clear in his voice.

The plan is alright, simple and obvious, but impossible to predict, by orcs at least. About running, i am not able to outrun you on short distances, but I'm pretty confident that i would be able to shake a couple of orcs from my back.

Milaki is clearly not paying attention to what Radiza is saying...she just looks at the bird, daydreaming, then yawns and if they look at her she just nods predating she is listening.

The newcomer trio was in for a surprise, for at the table there was a most strange individual. Armored in well worn and often-mended scale mail and a tabard depicting an emblem of a crescent moon of silver on a field of black, what stood out was that this being had the head of a cat which was adorned with a wild mohawk mane painted in war colors. Other feline traits were visible as well, for the armored cat-person had her paws on the table as she gently rocked her chair back and forth. There was a long and dexterous tail too.

"Got a good look?" She spoke, her voice feminine, predatory and gruff but somewhat distorted due to the shape of her maw, like a lioness who decided to take up conversation.
"If you're done gawping, we can use some fighters to do some killing."

That much was true. Radiza wanted warriors who could hold their own in battle, not pink-haired halflings who thought they could take up the job of killing for coin on a whim.

Hail and well met! I'm Barek Shieldshiver. I hear there are orcs about, and would gladly lend my hammer to driving them off. Barek is a solidly built male dwarf standing 4'1" and weighing in at 150 lbs. His red hair is thin and balding, and he has a long red beard braided into plaits. His eyes are the brown of rich soil, and seem to take you all in with just a glance. He's clad in well kept chain mail, and a medallion bearing two crossed battleaxes rests on his chest.

One of the three newcomers would probably look like a wizard apprentice if not for his age. Old man in robes and funny hat speaks with an accent.
Pàrdon. I be not fighter. I'm a historian. I would accompany you to record your deeds. May help with some medical treatment though.
Before anyone asks - I'm not here for the coin. I have academical reasons to risk my life following you.
An old man wears no armor and brings no weapons with him. He makes a pause and continues as grounded as possible If anyone is to listen a old man, I could be of assistance on planning, my wast knowledge may probably or may not as well be of a value

Where do they keep finding these people? Radiza wondered. She just wanted to earn some coin. Is this really what people like Glimmerbeard had to work with when they couldn't afford mercenaries? At least the dwarf looked solid, but the old man?
"I don't need advice on how to kill orcs old man, and my deeds are probably a bit too nasty for a audience that knows how to read. But it's good you don't need to be paid, because if you aren't killing orcs you're not getting a copper, as I explained to the little pink one over there. And lastly, odds are the job involves running from a big band of angry orcs. So unless you want to study their weapons up close and personal as they bash your brains out, you might want to sit this one out old-timer. Not that I care what you do with yer life, but this isn't a trip to the library we're planning."

Across the table from the feline lady sits a mostly casually looking human teen, roughly 16, 5ft tall, except for the pale tone of his skin that may indicate a kind of a blood decease to the more educated folk. He has black hair and yellow eyes, His clothes slightly reminds that of a military uniform (infantry) sturdy well worn boots, simple pants with deep pockets, one of which has a neck of a wax-cloth poking out, a dark armless sweater, with a chainmail on top, a tiger tattoo on his left arm, slightly obscured by gloves and armguards, a leather fanny pack around his waist. Next to him is a backpack with a leather cloak thrown over it, there's a greatsword, longbow and a maul at the bags side.

On the table there's a pretty big, slightly overfed crow, it sits on the table and turns towards the newcomers as they approach. The lad notices the ones approaching soon after the crow, that previously was playing with his fingers- playful pecks, coos and slight jumping around the table.

As soon as he visually recognises the three his eyes turn slightly dark, he huffs. After Bareks introduction he nods, introducing himself Alan Mortem, I will be glad to fight by your side.

He acknowledges Claudius with a nod, but as soon as Claudius mentions academic purposes Alan gets slightly tense, even paler, a cold shiver runs down his spine, but he soon relaxes realising that the man is more interested in stars then the traditional "conquest to outsmart death".

Radiza is as harsh as ever, but she does have a point, they should know what they will be dealing with...then again the old man said that he can heal and a medic is worth platinum on the battlefield... worse case we just gain some canon-fodder

Point taken. From this point on you could just ignore my existence I ignore yours. Just don’t take me for an Orc please , Claudius answer Radiza, turning his back not waiting for answer and
talks to Wilfra Glimmerbeard, starting with a whisper Arrogant complacency may kill party, but could save hero. then aloud
Tabaxi do have a point ! If the major strategy is to run…
Do you have any spare hunting traps, preferably of a high durability? I assume they can't kill orc but would slow them down. Is it a fair assessment?
Unlike Tabaxi I do indeed have NO intent to compete with orcs at running.

Then he turns to Dwarf and asks aloud for everyone to hear Barek, is it practically backed that dwarfs could manage poisons? Remember Wilfra mentioned poisoned baits. There should be a poisoning expert in the town. I've red poisoning enemy just before fight is a method that highly reduce casualties among attacking party. he looks around realising that he is talking about possible death of those gathered and add well, that may not properly apply to a smaller operation like this one. It was the strategy of bigger armies. Would be an interesting experiment though

While listening to the old man Alan huffs
Yes, they did mention something about ruined meats, but then again it could cause us unwanted trouble from the wild animals. Anyhow, the poisoning is another problem that people have been asked to deal with, so no self respecting poisoner will be selling poison right now, so that they don't divert suspicion to themselves... That means that the plan is most likely off the table. ....Though if we decide to invest in planning and move out shortly, considering that at least one of you has a shovel, we could attempt to install some simple pitfall traps on the spot.

Pets the bird looking at the old man then at the others.
Now good sirs, how about you sit down. The table is big enough for all of us and the atmosphere if far more comfortable when everyone is sitting.

He then turns to the third one.
You're the last one left, care to introduce yourself?

Milaki says: "Hello!... are we ready to go guys....?" with her high pitched sweet voice.

Esal enters the room looking for the group of adventurers he has agreed to join. He couldn't miss the rather diverse group sitting round a table. He strides over to them. Esal is a medium height elf and is slim. He is wearing leathers has a lonsword at his belt and a longbow strapped to his back. He is middle aged that means about 300 years old!
Hi sorry I was held up my name is Esal Shulas I am the ranger I think you were expecting. Is it Orc hunting we are still intent on?

He turns to Esal and nods Now, i feel like we should move out, if we want to get the job done. The longer we stay the less we will probably get paid for our job. I'll be waiting for you at the border of the village, if you want you can come with me, if you don't arrive within an hour I'm leaving without you. The tactics can be discussed on the way.

He grabs his cloak in one hand and throws his backpack onto the other shoulder. Walks towards the exit and opens the door, whistles, as if on cue the black bird takes flight and dissapears outside the tavern doors, leaving naught but a black feather behind. Alan gives his companions a glance, waiting for those who depart with him and leaves heading straight to the village border.

Barek shrugs. Guess I won't be having that pint after all. He shoulders his warhammer and follows Alan to the door.

Radiza had barely greeted the elf, taking note of his bow, before Alan was blitzing out of the door. She looked at the dwarf with a shrug.
"Eh. Don't begrudge the boy's eagerness. That's youth for ya. We'll drink when the job's done and we got our golden dragons in hand, and lot's of it."

With feline graze Radiza twirled out of her chair and picked up her swordbelt, which she buckled around her with practiced hands. Her backpack followed and finally she picked up her shield which had the same emblem of the silver crescent moon on black emblazoned upon it as her tabard and swung it on her back.
"Alright, let's get to it then."

With the others she marched out the door, onwards to the place where there orcs might go. She quickly briefed the latecoming elf on their plan so he was similarly aware of her ideas to ambush isolated orcs rather then confront them all head-on and to retreat if the orcs got wind of them.

Esal leaves with Radiza taking in the new strategy determined to be as helpful as he can to make up for holding up the team.

Thanks Radiza just tell me what you want of me for now i will add my thoughts later

Radiza's ear turned to the elf as she walked and made an effort to keep pace.
"Eh? We're looking for small groups of orcs out foraging and hunting and such. Just be ready to nail some with that bow of yours. We cut their ears and run, then do it again until they come in numbers we can't manage."

Milaki yells: ''Wait for me!" and walks by the elf "Hi, I am Milaki!'' and smiles.

When Claudius joined back the group his backpack was visibly heavier and you hear steel banging as he moves ... looks like old fool managed to get some hunting traps and is having hard time carrying them. He is out of breath and do not involve into any conversation. Besides he have been dismissed once already and he don't want to be annoyance (well he is anyway, but he don't see it that way).

The orcs we’re looking for might be holed up in those ruins. We should make sure they’re clear before moving on lest we leave an enemy at our backs.

The Tabaxi appraised the ruins. She wondered what they were. The townsfolk never mentioned them and seeing how old they were they likely predated the village. And while she doubted they'd find orcs, Tabaxi curiosity was a mighty force indeed.
"Mhh, the orcs were seen at the hill. Doubt they'd use this place. But let's check it out. Might be a good place to make camp if we're mucking about out here a few days."

She looked around for the halfling. Spotting Milaki she addressed the little one.
"Ey, you grew up around here. What are those ruins?"

Milaki, you hear a Telepathic voice of Caudius in your head "This was a shrine to Savras once"

''Who said that?!''...looks around... ''This was a shrine to Savras'' Milaki says to the rest of them and confused of whom was talking into her head.

Raises his eyes and looks at the surrounding ruins.I haven't heard about orcs enjoying fine or spiritual arts, not to mention archeology. I think that if they were based so close to the village, they would raid it directly. he pays more attention to the ruins themselves looking for a good spot to use as a vantage point to look at the surroundings. If he notices such, he drops down his bag and stretches.
Do you really wish to spend the night here? I say we take a quick look, if you're interested and then move on, if i remember correctly our goal is in 2 days path... he continues to warm up his joints. I should look around, should I take the chainmail off before climbing or not?

"The hill they're holed up at is, aye. But let's not bet on the orcs staying put. This can be a nice little fallback place." Radiza replied with her quickly made excuse.
"Just a quick look.. Which one was Savras again?"

Milaki hear same voice again. Sorry, it's me - Claudius. I'm afraid the brutes in our company will not listen to MY knowledge. Probably you would.
Don't know if you know Savras - this god is well forgotten in the region and his ruined temple is very good proof to that. But I don't think Radiza or other weapon swingers would value knowledge of wizard god.

Esal thinks it is about time he showed the group he could be useful.
"Tell you what everyone" Esal says "If Alan is going to climb the hill I will do some scouting around and see if I can see any tracks"

Barek turns back to the old man. Actually Claudius, I'm familiar with Savras. He was a servant of Mystra. He looks to Radiza. I think we should all go check the ruins. If there's something lurking there it wouldn't be wise to split our forces.

The Tabaxi was eagerly looking at the ruins, almost mesmerized by the promise of the unknown.
"Hmm? Yes. No sense standing here. Let's go."

She took the lead, walking a little faster then most find comfortable.

Barek falls in behind Radiza, hurrying to keep up.

Hmm, nothing unusual... Alan climbs up on a intact segment of the outer wall and looks around, before getting down the way he climbed up, grabs his stuff and follows the others, staying a bit behind them just in case. Not liking the foul scent he unstraps his maul and follows close after.

The sickly sweet smell of rot touched Radiza's nostrils and made her pause for the first time. Her eyes and ears panned around to take in the scene. Could there be some dead animal here? Or something worse?
"Something bad is in the air.." She freed her shield from her back and strapped it to her left arm.
"Best check what it is, so close to the village. Perhaps they will pay a little more..."

Best tread carefully and keep a wary eye. Barek also straps his shield to his arm and swings his warhammer back and forth a couple times.

Claudius lag behind when Radiza increased marching speed, deciding that he will catch the rest while they scan ruins. He slows down even more when the smell reach his nose.

Milaki walks by Claudius saying: "So...you were the one talking in my mind?! Oh my....I thought I was getting crazy....! Do you need help with these traps? Ew....what is that smell?'''

"Something dead by my guess." Radiza offered helpfully as she carefully advanced into the courtyard. Her ears swiveled as her nose tried to pinpoint the source of the smell...

Claudius confirms and explains his ability to talk telepathic to Milaki. "I will share this talent with anyone willing to listen me later".
He would also be super happy if Milaki could carry one of his traps (it wight 25 lbs).
He also perceive question about smell directly and start explaining you the possible sources of the smell, including strange mushrooms a type of a demon, outdated food, grass that has been kept it overly watered place, and few other.

Barek walks up to the door of the temple. Lets go in and see what's about, shall we?

Radiza gave the dwarf a nod and drew her sword slowly, sliding the curved blade from its sheath silently. She took up one side of the door so they might enter quickly, then shouldered it open!

Esal has now caught up with the group and gets an arrow ready.
"I am right behind you Radiz"

Esal look around through the doorway looking for signs of movement.

Milaki @Claudius says: "I can help you" and takes one trap, then she sees others are entering the temple "Well...it sure smells like trouble. Lets catch up with the others" and she follows the rest of the team.

With great care Radiza stepped inside the room, dividing her attention between what is ahead and the remains on the ground. That some could be smelled meant they were not as old as these ruins. The presence of humanoid remains was concerning. She had seen a great many bodies on the battlefield so the confrontation with mortality was mild to her, but not knowing what had brought these bodies here was a source of anxiety. The way they were littered about suggested some sort of beast. But what hunted both men and animal around here?

"Slowly now."

Carefully she moved forward, scanning the walls, even the ceiling. She stopped next to a fresher humanoid body and flipped it with her sword to look at it better so she might see if some sort of beast had done this and whether these were civilized folk that fell victim, or the orcs they were hunting..

Esal moves slowly round the room keeping his back to the wall always looking from side to side covering Radiza and Barek.
" Yes slowly does it but all seems quiet for now" says Esal

He ends up with is back to the double doors at the south end of the room.

Alan continues to slowly advance, keeping next to the right wall, he moves until he reaches the east doors, not passing them, he has his back to the wall and the door close tho his left shoulder, ready to surprise anyone with his longsword that attempts to jump out of the doors.

I walk to the stone double doors to investigate them using the dwarven stonecutting feature. What can I tell about who made them?

Alan uses his action to attempt an escape from the pesky plants, but fails, the vines keep entangling him as he, in a futile attempt, with outmost care uses his weapon to free himself, without accidentally hitting his own feet. The creeping vines freak him out.

Is this vengeance for all those uneaten side-dishes!?

Barek shakes off the vines. By Claggidan's beard! What are these? He moves as quickly as he can towards Center Plant Mass 1, struggling to wade through the vines. He swings his hammer in a mighy arc, attempting to reduce the plant to pulp and mulch.

Esal realises his bow will not be any use here grabs his longsword and tries to join in Joshua's attack.
"Come on lets cut these to shreds"

Milaki takes out her shortbow and tries to hit the veins entangling Alan...

Radiza was making a close study of the victim's neck when pandemonium broke loose. Suddenly understanding something of what happened she shouted out a warning.
"Watch out, they will try to strangle you!"
Right then ropy vines burst around herself and she leaped aside to avoid their grasping limbs as only a cat could, flying through the air, twisting, pushing off against a wall and immediately charging at the source of the attack; the strange plant-beings. As she did so she felt her bond to the Claw of the Cat Lord awaken. Her foe, nay, her prey, was marked for the kill. She lunged in for a lethal strike with her sword as she growled like a lioness.

Claudius says some strange words and throws a small stone at the creature closest to restrained Alan and then step back behind doors.

Alan counties to remove the vines from his feet. I would appreciate a bit of help here if you're done with the whole fighting thing. He's still stuck.

Barek raises his hammer again and swings at creature 1.

Claudius steps back into doorway, wave his hand and point it at the creature nr3, saying magic words and castingAnd he says aloud Why are we even fighting ?

It spoke! That was unexpected. For a moment Radiza hesitated. Would you slay these monsters, or hear them out? Curiosity struggled against a hunter's instinct. But in a moment she decided.
"Call of your attack! NOW!"

Her sword was poised to impale the creature should it fail to do so..

Seeing Barek's renewed attack Esal makes another sweeping cut at the monster

Finally... The lad huffs, finally freeing himself from the vines he then looks up seeing that his comrade is attacking the vines, only to get struck back. He looks around nervously changing his location. Didn't we stop fighting a few moments ago?

They respect brutality! conclude Claudius and take more stones from the floor and throw one at the creature next to Berek and Esal

Barek struggles to free himself from the plant creature's grip. He breaks free, then pulls a small scrap of parchment from out of a pouch. He mutters a few words in Dwarvish, and a shimmering field of radiant energy envelopes his body.

Esal is getting really annoyed that he keeps missing and feels he is letting Barek down.

" Hold on Barek they won't get away this time

With Alan finally free Radiza took a glance to the other side of the ruins, just in time to see Barek getting hit nastily. It seemed the creatures were not capable of understanding a hostage situation or maybe didn't even care about their own kind. The tabaxi felt the need to help the others, but didn't want to open her back to this creature. Would she finish it off before she went? No... it might know something useful. She would take the chance.
"Keep an eye on this one" she said as she pounced for the third creature had just landed a blow on the unlucky dwarf.

Alan takes out his rope and attempts to tie the creature up not exactly sure how to tie up a plant. I'm sorry, this is for my personal safety.

Radiza was a little surprised that the creature chose to continue attacking the dwarf. Well, if it was going to ignore her, she would just... shove her blade right into it! With a mighty thrust she did just that, feeling the resistance on her blade as she drew blood. Or sap. She didn't particularly care..

Claudius sends telephatic message "YOU can't even harm dwarf, YOU are futility!" and another magic stone at the creature next to Esal and Barek

Barek quickly moves back away from creature 1.

"Concentrate concentrate mutters Esal to himself as he again attacks the creature

Barek gestures at the creature skewered on Radiza's blade. From somewhere in the distance a bell tolls, and dark energy swirls around it.

Radiza only needed.. no.. wanted one prisoner to ask questions. The blade she held was thrust straight through the still struggling and fighting creature she had no wish to spare. Tough, like a plant. It's true that you have to cut a tree down, not simply pierce it. So she turned her sword in the wound and ripped it free though its side without hesitation and the disregard for life that came only to those who had killed many times in war..

Alan just stares at the whole thing going on...not exactly seeing reason for any further bloodshed, That's either a lot of pent up emotion or i am traveling with bloodlusting murderers

Claudius throws magic stone at the creature 2 and sends him telepathic message to surrender or die.

His confidence restored and feeling he now has the measure of these creatures Esal moves to creature 2

Milaki uses her shortbow and hits restrained creature 3 and yells ''What are you doing? These creatures are monsters and they need to die''

As the creature in front of her crumpled to die the Tabaxi turned back to the enemy she had left alive, only to find it on the ground as well and an arrow sticking from it. Her gaze immediately went to the halfling with the bow. Taking her along was clearly a mistake. She approached the pink-haired menace and flicked her sword to clear it of most of the sap sticking to it.
"You got a problem with us getting some answers there shortstuff? Alright, you tell us who those people are." She indicated the rotting bodies laying about with her blade.

Since Claudius were still concentrating on his spell he chose Milaki and read her mind the next moment after she kills the creature who surrender. Claudius also says aloud: "Excuse me Milaki, I will try to read your mind to help you with your mental problems. Just a medical purpose."

After seeing this Alan becomes furious, how dare she kill a willing prisoner, has she any sense in her or do local bandits lack any in the first place?

He walks over Milaki, grabbing his belongings on the way, speaking loudly enough for everyone to hear. Listen, what you did right now is beyond stupid, you killed a creature that had no ill intent, gave up and allowed itself to be tied up, i guess that you are used to act like a rabid dogs and kill everyone and everything in sight wherever you're from. Either you get your game together or get out.
A weed needs to be plucked when it's small and doesn't cause many problems or as soon as it's noticed. The many years during his service has taught him that well. After all if this is left to grow both he and Radiza could most definitely wait for a stab in the back during the recent nights.

This is getting out of hand thinks Esal
"Calm down Alan. Milaki made a mistake I agree I am sure she sees that now. If we don't stick together we will not get far on our travels"

Barek sits on the floor, and begins tending to his wounds. He looks to Milaki. Not sure what your intentions are here lass. I know we were in a deadly fight, but there's no cause to be attacking a helpless creature.

Milaki looks the overeaction of others and says: "Oh well, it was just a monster, I am sure... you would not be able to speak with it either way'' and then she turns to Claudius " Can you stop with the mind tricks, whaterver you want to know, you can ask me!''

Milaki, I you want to pretend now you did not hear the creature talking to us in a perfect common I have only one question to ask: would you please give me back my hunting trap?
Claudius get close to the dead creature, knee in front of the body (or if body turned into dust then just to the place it were before) and whispers to the dead creature as if it could hear him:
I'm so sorry. We were tasked to hunt orcs but came to your house and killed your kind who just try to protect the home. Such as humanoids, they believe to be the rules of the nature.
He takes out A bottle of black ink, a quill and a piece of paper to document information about the creatures they killed and probably could categorise that knowledge into the existing knowledge..

Esal, are you sure that there's no room for concern? I for one don't want someone that chooses to ignore well seen evidence of sentience anywhere near me. I have seen people like that stab others in the back too many times when the unit was faced with a tricky situation, especially if the easiest way out was to leave someone behind in a form of unwilling sacrifice. after hearing the answer Alan turns to the elf with a lifted brow. His expression saying Really? Do you still think that i need to calm down?

Esal turns to Alan with a grim look on his face and says making sure Milaki can here. "I hope that now our views have been made clear there will be no more actions against defenceless creatures and that we can continue as a unit. If such a thing happens again that will be different"

"Oh yes, one little execution of a prisoner we can forgive, right?"
Radiza's sharp tone suggested anything but the sort. The way she stood suggested she was ready to continue fighting then and there. It was a stark reminder that the Tabaxi was a veteran of war and likely didn't take kindly to some of its basic rules being broken. Radiza was clearly not in a good mood. The brain-addled old fool was getting on her nerves, but the pink-haired little bitch was another matter altogether.
"That plant-thing talked and it gave up. I have no idea if it would be kept alive or not after questioning, but I spared it so we can get some bloody answers. Like who these dead folk here are. How many more of its little viny friends are waiting for us out there.." She pointed her sword in the direction they were traveling. "..And what in the bloody blazes these things were doing here. But now I ain't getting these answers. Because this little arse dropping here decided to pincushion it right in the middle of Alan tying it up."

Radiza looked down at Milaki with distaste.
"I had my doubts having you join. Turns out they were right. You're done. Go home."
She glanced at certain others of the group.
"Anyone got a problem with that can go back with her."

Getting tired of the ackward silence caused by the overflow of emotion Alan sheathes his blade and walks over to the 3rd creatures corpse. To be honest, even in army a single major messup is allowed... he inspects the corpse and, if the creature is made out of plants, he would like to cut a small piece off with his dagger and taste it, maybe he can fool his diet with plant monster meat as an alternative to a salad. I hope this works, i haven't been able to eat plants for more than 10 years now, i don't think that i remember how they taste...

Milaki shocked about this outburst awkwardly whispers "I am sorry...I...I thought....sorry about my mistake ..." and stays by the entrance

While being pleasantly surprised by the sudden change to the taste pallet Alan begins to cut up the monster into small nugget sized slices and gathers them into the bowl of his mess kit, after hearing Radizas outburst he huffs And there goes the last person I could trust, I better not get stabbed in the middle of the night. the lad shudders nervously, thinking that once again there is no-one to back him up when someone starts the good old 'man-eating monster sharade', To be honest humanoids don't even taste that well, at least the ones he tasted before.. his form is yet caught in another shudder, this one caused at the thought of him having to resort to humanoids as food.

He then separates a fiber from his rope and makes a bunch of small garlands, approximately 30 cm each, that consists of a knot and a flesh slice (the hole is made by the tip of his knife) and so on.

Milaki looking at Alan comes closer and says with low voice and curiosity : ''Who... do you think will ... stab you?'' then she focus on the gear "WOW! Nice! Can I have one bottle of this red liquid please?''

Alan let's out a hearty laugh ha-ha-ha... You know...you could make a fine comedian. Well... If you promise not to stab me in my sleep then i have nothing to worry about. while laughing he showcases his fangs, small but still distinctively larger than normal cuspids. Milakis innocence had an interesting effect on him and seemingly made him relax. He puts a other plant meat strip in his mouth, before continuing on his garlands.

if none of you need a bedroll, pack them up, the color isn't perfect, but may be good enough to at least be used as a cover to hide our camp.