The Wilderness

The party continues its journey southward. In a few hours they leave the Wood of False Teeth behind, and enter the Western Heartlands' rolling plains. Every so often there are groups of trees for shaded breaks, but for the most part the party is exposed under the persistent sun and rising humidity.

According to what they know of the area, they need only continue south until they come to a wide river.

At one point, they can plainly see the road off to in the distance to the west, but they see no travelers there. Shortly afterward, the group makes for another copse of trees for a late lunch, only to find it already inhabited by a large handful of rough-looking men around a covered wagon.

Aiwë takes in the situation with a quick glance. The majority of the bandits have worn equipment and little armor.

Two of the burlier ones have battered shields. She gets the feeling that those two have seen more bar room brawls than battles.

Jeram, however, is in a league of his own. He comfortably sports half-plate that, while not in mint condition, seems to have held true in more than a few scuffles. He also is the only one with a true longsword, accompanied by a shorter, broader sword. A man that fights wielding two weapons is either an idiot, or an expert. His equipment is all well cared for.

What's more, Jeram seems comfortable leading this band, accustomed to giving orders and seeing them carried out. His bearing generally speaks more mercenary than rag-tag bandit.

Fighting is risky. Things can always go south quickly in a battle. However, Aiwë recognizes that her party has talented men-at-arms and spellcasters, and magic properly placed can turn the tide of any battle.

If she and her friends can't take on these bandits, what other poor passersby have suffered or will suffer at their hands?

Jeram staggers as Aiwë's bardic magic slams into him, nearly overcoming his will. While he fights off the spell, the rest of his men shout and leap to the attack!

Round 1 Player Phase!