Brundt had been tromping along the road, his hooves dragging slightly as he approached the limits of his endurance. He has come far, but is too close to the polis to slow now.
Weary as he is, he barely notices the hoofbeats behind him in time to stumble out of the way. He snorts in consternation before noting the arrows emerging from the horse's rider. He looks over his shoulder, wary of potential pursuers, but turns back when he hears the crunch of horse and rider toppling to the ground. Picking up his pace, he jogs over to the gold-masked figure and kneels by his side, immediately placing one hand each on the necks of both the rider and his steed. His massive fingers feel for a pulse as he assesses their injuries.
Medicine: 19
"Are you being followed?"Brundt asks, hoping the rider is alive and sensate enough to respond.
"Dead", says Diana, a tall broad shouldered warrior woman with long blond hair streaming behind her helmet. She casts her gaze back up the trail, straining to see if there is any sign of where this rider of ill-omen came from. Perception: 14
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Liarin: Against the Cult of the Reptile God Adewild: Shadows and Light 2 Brother Thaddeus: Rime of the Frostmaiden.
Goran jumps what feels like thirty foot straight up as a horse and rider come crashing down next to him. He darts a quick look around to see if his cowardice was witnessed. Content that the commotion covered his reaction he glanced down at the fallen rider and his mount. He quickly returns his attention to the well dressed man in front of him. "Nothing to worry yourself with sir. Just a dead horse and it's rider" he drolls in a very contemptuous tone. He continues to shuffle forward, matching the pace of his apparent owner.
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Brundt reaches a curious hand out to remove the rider's mask. He gives the face underneath a cursory glance before turning his attention to the mask. He inspects it, turning it over in his hands, noting it's peculiar heft.
Investigation: 7
"What a curious thing," Brundt says aloud. "Seems a rather odd place to find a funerary mask, though I suppose he IS dead. Was this an execution by archer squad? That seems unlikely given the..." His private musings become inaudible as he reaches for a book from his satchel and starts flipping through its worn pages. "... but why gold?" he finishes aloud, pausing on one page to skim with his finger.
The book closes with a heavy thump and Brundt places it back in his satchel. Placing a hand upon the horse's forehead, he whispers "I have some questions for you, weary traveler. But first, you need rest."
(Obviously not an image of my character, but setting the idea:)
The journey had been long, and spirits seemed a bit low or on edge today for some reason.
"Hope that's not some kind of omen..." Klopas muttered to himself, resting in the back of a cart he managed to hitch a ride on.
Most would probably call him average in appearance. Slightly what may be considered tall for a man at 6'0, Klopas holds an inquisitive gaze within his emerald eyes. He can feel his dark, golden brown hair rustle with the breeze in dance with his slightly above average quality clothing. Various pockets and bags and bobs can be seen equipped across his ensemble to note his trades and travels.
Gazing upon the landscape, the frantic pursuit of a strange rider catches his eye until both the master and steed plummet to the ground. Klopas' usual reaction would be to jump from the cart in care for the situation, but he watches as multiple figures rush to the duo's aid.
He respectfully requests the cart driver slow the pace a bit, so he might better assess the situation. It seems some others momentarily looked to the commotion as well, but seemingly returned to their trudge with little more than a brief pause.
“Unfortunately, we have company, and I suspect hostility. Anyone with battle training form up with me! Non-combatants find shelter.” Diana says, a little presumptuously. She takes up a position in the middle of the roadway, glaive ready to strike if they attack.
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Liarin: Against the Cult of the Reptile God Adewild: Shadows and Light 2 Brother Thaddeus: Rime of the Frostmaiden.
Brundt places the mask on the ground and grabs three small stones off the road as he straightens his back. He pulls a quarter staff that has clearly doubled as a walking stick off of his back and faces the oncoming riders, though he remains a few feet behind Diana. He plants one end of the quarter staff on the ground and whispers into the stones in his hand, "ἐμέ ᾰ̓κουέσθων λῐ́θοι," before rolling one of them casually between the thumb and forefinger of his left hand.
The sound of stampeding horses draws Goran's attention back to the direction of the fallen horseman. His ears catch the words of the warrior woman. Battle training? Goran had none, but the thought of fighting alongside an armoured foot soldier - that was exciting. "Seems there's more riders coming sir. You should move off the road for fear you might get trampled" again his words seemingly rehearsed and without feeling.
As his presumed master clears the roadway and into the throng of people now gathered near the fallen rider, the slim, well tanned, bald man stays behind. Taking this opportunity to be free for even a moment, Goran steps in behind the tall blonde woman. "I have your back" he says with more excitement in his voice than he'd been able to muster for months. Finally something to do that didn't involve kissing the feet of the upper class. He looks at the man either the stick next to him and copies his pose, albeit without the staff.
Brundt had been tromping along the road, his hooves dragging slightly as he approached the limits of his endurance. He has come far, but is too close to the polis to slow now.
Weary as he is, he barely notices the hoofbeats behind him in time to stumble out of the way. He snorts in consternation before noting the arrows emerging from the horse's rider. He looks over his shoulder, wary of potential pursuers, but turns back when he hears the crunch of horse and rider toppling to the ground. Picking up his pace, he jogs over to the gold-masked figure and kneels by his side, immediately placing one hand each on the necks of both the rider and his steed. His massive fingers feel for a pulse as he assesses their injuries.
Medicine: 19
"Are you being followed?" Brundt asks, hoping the rider is alive and sensate enough to respond.
Abrotonon whirled about from where she had been chatting amiably with her travelling companions and ran to the stricken horse trying to calm it.
Animal Handling: 16
" Ok, Photina. Lets get you cleaned up."
Long-limbed and taut with terracotta skin, she turned towards the others, " Hows the rider?"
Abrotonon moistened her travelling cloak with water and squeezed a little along the horse gums before starting to clean the wounds.
"Dead", says Diana, a tall broad shouldered warrior woman with long blond hair streaming behind her helmet. She casts her gaze back up the trail, straining to see if there is any sign of where this rider of ill-omen came from. Perception: 14
Liarin: Against the Cult of the Reptile God
Adewild: Shadows and Light 2
Brother Thaddeus: Rime of the Frostmaiden.
Goran jumps what feels like thirty foot straight up as a horse and rider come crashing down next to him. He darts a quick look around to see if his cowardice was witnessed. Content that the commotion covered his reaction he glanced down at the fallen rider and his mount. He quickly returns his attention to the well dressed man in front of him. "Nothing to worry yourself with sir. Just a dead horse and it's rider" he drolls in a very contemptuous tone. He continues to shuffle forward, matching the pace of his apparent owner.
Brundt reaches a curious hand out to remove the rider's mask. He gives the face underneath a cursory glance before turning his attention to the mask. He inspects it, turning it over in his hands, noting it's peculiar heft.
Investigation: 7
"What a curious thing," Brundt says aloud. "Seems a rather odd place to find a funerary mask, though I suppose he IS dead. Was this an execution by archer squad? That seems unlikely given the..." His private musings become inaudible as he reaches for a book from his satchel and starts flipping through its worn pages. "... but why gold?" he finishes aloud, pausing on one page to skim with his finger.
The book closes with a heavy thump and Brundt places it back in his satchel. Placing a hand upon the horse's forehead, he whispers "I have some questions for you, weary traveler. But first, you need rest."
(Obviously not an image of my character, but setting the idea:)
The journey had been long, and spirits seemed a bit low or on edge today for some reason.
"Hope that's not some kind of omen..." Klopas muttered to himself, resting in the back of a cart he managed to hitch a ride on.
Most would probably call him average in appearance. Slightly what may be considered tall for a man at 6'0, Klopas holds an inquisitive gaze within his emerald eyes. He can feel his dark, golden brown hair rustle with the breeze in dance with his slightly above average quality clothing. Various pockets and bags and bobs can be seen equipped across his ensemble to note his trades and travels.
Gazing upon the landscape, the frantic pursuit of a strange rider catches his eye until both the master and steed plummet to the ground. Klopas' usual reaction would be to jump from the cart in care for the situation, but he watches as multiple figures rush to the duo's aid.
He respectfully requests the cart driver slow the pace a bit, so he might better assess the situation. It seems some others momentarily looked to the commotion as well, but seemingly returned to their trudge with little more than a brief pause.
“Unfortunately, we have company, and I suspect hostility. Anyone with battle training form up with me! Non-combatants find shelter.” Diana says, a little presumptuously. She takes up a position in the middle of the roadway, glaive ready to strike if they attack.
Liarin: Against the Cult of the Reptile God
Adewild: Shadows and Light 2
Brother Thaddeus: Rime of the Frostmaiden.
Brundt places the mask on the ground and grabs three small stones off the road as he straightens his back. He pulls a quarter staff that has clearly doubled as a walking stick off of his back and faces the oncoming riders, though he remains a few feet behind Diana. He plants one end of the quarter staff on the ground and whispers into the stones in his hand, "ἐμέ ᾰ̓κουέσθων λῐ́θοι," before rolling one of them casually between the thumb and forefinger of his left hand.
The sound of stampeding horses draws Goran's attention back to the direction of the fallen horseman. His ears catch the words of the warrior woman. Battle training? Goran had none, but the thought of fighting alongside an armoured foot soldier - that was exciting. "Seems there's more riders coming sir. You should move off the road for fear you might get trampled" again his words seemingly rehearsed and without feeling.
As his presumed master clears the roadway and into the throng of people now gathered near the fallen rider, the slim, well tanned, bald man stays behind. Taking this opportunity to be free for even a moment, Goran steps in behind the tall blonde woman. "I have your back" he says with more excitement in his voice than he'd been able to muster for months. Finally something to do that didn't involve kissing the feet of the upper class. He looks at the man either the stick next to him and copies his pose, albeit without the staff.
Initiative: 6
((Is the demand directed at a particular person or a general warning? It's in singular that's all))
Initiative 6
Abrotonon stepped up next to Diana with a sigh, " No matter what I do it always comes back to this."
She slipped her axes into her hands and flashed Diana a grin.
Initiative: 14
Noting what's happening, Klopas nonchalantly hops from the wagon toward the direction of the small band.
"Thanks for the ride!" he calls out to the merchant. "No need to tarry."
Rolling and stretching his body (arms, neck, torso, etc.), Klopas readies himself while remaining focused on the group and riders ahead.
(Initiative: 12 + 2)