Gameplay 2 - Deranged Poisoner

He contemplates Nar's response. Most authority figures the man knew were military leaders. Few of those even. They all seemed to be about only efficiency and tactics. Nothing came up about the common folk much, and most words about nobles were complaints about lack of resources. He travels in relative silence the rest of the day, being relieved when the enter the woods he is more familiar with, even if they produced angry ogre's last time.
"At least it will be familiar." Owen muses at the campsite. "If you all have no set plan, then I do not mind taking the first watch. At the very least, I am most familiar with these woods."

"Seems like we had a very good system last time. We can go with that again, but if you want to change it up, I'm up to it as well. I guess we all need a little variety in our lives..."

"I'm glad to have Owen take first watch. It changes only one thing: Nar, will you again take second watch, while I take the third watch?" he carries on, giving Nar a knowing look. "Cyrind'ae take fourth watch, as she did before. Then Grok and Kelvin can finish off and watch til morning."

"Owen, can you help find a good, defensible camp?"

"No problem here. If it's sneaky, it's small enough to handle. If it's big, we'll hear it coming. Which reminds me," addressing the whole group, but eying Owen and Kelvin in particular, "if you hear something running our way through the forest, for %&€#'s sake, wake us up!"

"I know just the place." Owen leads them ahead in the forested area, and attempts to find a wooded clearing mostly obscured by trees. He's used it on a hunting trip from Marion town once before. Though it will be a tight fit, he believes it will do for the group.

Grok seems relieved to be out of the city, and by the end of the day he's practically cheerful. He nods affirmatively at Jhishma's watch plans.

Nar preferrs to patrol around camp, but tending to the fire has kept him close.

"WAKE UP! INCOMING STAMPEDE! It's coming from this way, so arm yourselves and get behind the biggest tree you can find!"

Maul in hand, Nar will run toward the sound, taking cover behind the widest trunk in sight, and will cast Bless on himself, Grok, & Jhishma.

The silver dragonborn again dreams of walking through a snowy wood, his boots crunching on the crusty, frost-covered path. Following further now the melancholy melody from previous dreams he finds the woods grow dark in the falling night, while the winding path becomes tunnel-like, ending in the mouth of a black cave...then the dream is shaken aside by a loud, gruff voice...

...Nar!

Jhishma wakes with a start. He jumps up, grabbing his greataxe. He moves to put the fire between him and the arriving stampede. While preparing to unveil the Fey Queen's "presence," the Winter Knight puts his war horn to his lips and lets sound three short blasts of warning.