2.2 Chapter 2: Stag Lord

As Silene maul the nearest Thylacine with the savageness of a wild bear, the others bolt with their tales between their legs.

Octavius fells the beast as it tries to run. The remaining Thylacine flees, letting out yips and yelps as it runs. The camp remains empty except for two downed beasts.

Silene, with the assistance of Filbert, are able to collect 2 poor quality Thylacine furs and enough meat for a wilderness feast.

I will closely examine these beasts to see what I can learn from the carcasses since they are new to me. Weird not dogs.

You identify these as Thylacine, (aka Tasmanian Tiger)

A thylacine can be easily mistaken for a dog or jackal, but the defining stripes on their gold-hued backs and unusually wide gaping jaws negate this perception in close encounters. A thylacine is quite vocal, and uses a combination of growls, hisses, and gaping threat-yawns when threatened. An adult thylacine stands 2 feet tall at the shoulder, is 4 feet long (not counting an additional 2 feet of tail) and weighs roughly 50 pounds.The thylacine is a marsupial carnivore. This nocturnal predator typically hunts alone, only occasionally forming small packs. Because of their odd appearance, thylacines have a far harsher reputation than they probably should, playing a sort of bogeyman role in farming communities.

My friends it would appear that this for has a woefully unattended graveyard. I would not be surprised if there was a hidden passage into the keep for escape and that could be the perfect place to hide one. We should check it out.

"We should wait for fog or darkness. There is not much cover"

Truly a wise plan my friend

Dalia waits for nightfall and then leads a daring scouting mission in the dark ...hopefully not alone.

Once dusk rolls in and the hill in shrouded in shadows. The hillside to the left of the main gate has some larger boulders for cover and Dalia starts her investigation in that area. The hill is dotted with area of loose dirt, which Dalia recognizes as unmarked forgotten graves. Benight these graves she can sense the fowl unholiness of undeath, but nothing stirs or reacts.

Approaching the fort there is a moment where she is in the direct line of sight with a guard, she quickly dodges behind a boulder. "I hate it when the zombies are about" she here on the wind. Dalia is able to move close to the forts where she finds, a slightly sunken section of
ground. A quick probe that the sunken area covers a buried stone trapdoor. The stone is buried and would at least 5mins to clear, the difficulty would be in avoiding notice from the guards.

Also, you can see the fort clears when near the wall. The palisade surrounding the fort is 15 feet high, consisting of vertical logs sharpened into spikes at the top.

Dalia will spend the next half hour slowly getting the door uncovered enough that it can open taking care to try and follow the guards rotation on the ramparts.

Dalia shows her athletic side.

Filbert and I can help too even though I don't have tools. Filbert is good at digging.