Ricster sighs and mutters himself. "I thought it would be a simple job."
Then he slowly walks to the rest. He kneels down and stares at the rats. "We said we wouldn’t hurt you and we would help you deal with the giants. Why did you still want to leave? Are you hiding anything?"
The rats began to explain over each other again but then they immediately grew quiet once they noticed Ricster had joined Valzrie in front, and Merah had walked up from behind.
They've turned silent, but have also started to shake and hold each other tighter. You can see they're obviously scared and confused.
The third made no attempt to move but has stopped groaning. It didnt even flinch the arms still covering its face as Ricster and Merah passed it to surround the two Valzire was questioning.
"Ok. One more time. Slowly. We're going to go take care of the Orcs. You are going to stay here. No more attacking people on the road - that includes throwing stinkbombs. Do. You. Understand?'
Merah throws a look over her shoulder at the third one. Gods, he sounds terrible. Then she looks back at Valzire, crossing her arms over her chest and lending any sort of help to his intimidating factor that he may need. Upon hearing the rats' agreement, she shrugs. "Sounds good enough to me," she says. "They don't seem particularly fearsome anyway."
Nodding his head briskly the paladin sheathes his sword. "Alright then oathbreakers. See that you hold to your end of the bargain and we will hold to ours.'
As Valzire starts taking off down the road, Merah looks back at the rats for a moment longer before shrugging and following after him. Her long coat flaps at her knees as she does in fact have to jog a bit to catch up with the dragonborn. When she draws up beside him, she lengthens her strides and maintains an easy pace with him, glancing over her shoulder to make sure Ricster is following, as well.
Seeing the sun start to set a little more, Merah scrunches up her nose and looks to the others. "So, uh, not to be the drag here, but we gotta make camp 'fore dark," she states. "Can't see a lick in the dark - I was the bane of my captain's existence sometimes, I'll tell ya. But I can help set up 'fore then, and I can still pull my own weight keepin' watch and all." She tugs on her ear and grins. "I'm real good at listenin' for things in the dark, promise."
Burying his face behind his clock again, Ricster slowly follows the rest, but does not try to catch up with them. He just stays behind enough to hear the conversation. "I guess that’s a good idea. No point in traveling through the forest at night."
Val nods his head in agreement as Merah suggests camping for a night and begins looking for a suitable spot to call home for the evening. Once they find themselves a small clearing, with a bit of cover against the elements but good sightlines all around, the paladin busies himself in getting things settled for the night. Once he's satisfied with the location and the status of his own gear, he looks up - almost as if he was noticing his companions for the first time:
'How do we feel about a campfire? Seems like a safe enough spot but I'm not opposed to a cold and quiet camp either.'
As the evening turned to dusk and you all watched the sun settle behind the mountain, night overtook the valley. What was once a cloudless day has become a starlit backdrop for most of the moon, it's shadow waning gibbous.
The breeze was light enough to keep the air fresh but not hard enough to chill.
"Oh gods, yeah, I'll take a fire," Merah says. She pulls her coat a little tighter around her; there's been a slight chill that she hasn't been able to get rid of ever since that storm. And that's odd to her, since she's never really felt cold before. But she pushes that aside and grins at the others. "It'll help keep watch, too. Enough light to see by, y'know?"
And so she starts moving about slowly, gathering some firewood up from around the edges of their campsite. She hums under her breath as she goes, a jaunty little tune she's been humming most of the day. It seems like she's not really one for silence.
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Val sets about gathering wood for a fire, stacking and lighting it with practiced ease. As the fire builds, he pulls out his bedroll, spreading it out in a flat even spot near the treeline.
'No problem, I'll take first watch.'
7 First watch Perception
He passes his watch quietly munching on some cold trail rations, occasionally getting up and walking an extended perimeter.
As you look out and patrol, the vast wilderness sat just beyond the road. From its limbs came naught but the scurry of normal sized rodents and the flight of nocturnal birds such as bats and owls. There squeaks, shrieks, and coos bounced off the trees and echoed across the valley, giving away their position infrequently between the fluttering of wings and the bristling of fur.
Towards the end of your shift, you notice that the dark grey owls can only be heard when cooing. One was able to fly up behind you, and you are unsure of how long it was there, only being made aware of it when you turned to return to camp-its yellow eyes gleaming in the moonlight.
Merah relinquished the first watch to Valzire pretty easily; he seemed determined and, well, she was tired. A small nap was better than nothing. So she curled up on her bedroll by the fire and fell asleep. It's a little difficult to sleep well, given that the ground isn't constantly shifting underneath her like it always did onboard her ship. But she manages, and she wakes with a jolt as Val wakes her, her hand automatically going to her weapon. "Oh, sorry," she says, realizing who it is. She rubs at her eyes and sits up with a yawn. "Right. My turn, then."
Perception: 9
Merah spends her watch sitting next to the campfire, her eyes scanning the perimeter every so often as she takes the time to delicately clean her various weaponry.
The bats and owls that screeched and hooted about from Val's report seem absent, yet the many rodents were indeed present. Their scurrying revealed dozens of normal sized mice track with time. Perhaps they're running about the bushes to collect fruit now that the predators have taken their fill and flown back to their dens.
At the end of your shift, you are startled by a large grey owl. You are only made aware of its presence by its yellow eyes that flashed in the moonlight. It flew passed you quickly into the darkness of the trees from wherever it came.
Merah jolts a little at the owl, falling back onto her elbow with a quiet grunt. She lets out a quiet swear under her breath before pushing herself back up. "Right, that's the end of my shift then," she grumbles before moving to wake Ricster up. Now, listen, she's lived many years surrounded by people who wake up violently. So she nudges him with her toe before quickly backpedaling a few steps. Just in case; she's been smacked and stabbed one too many times.
"Hey. Get up. Your turn. Watch out for the freakin' owl."
Once he's up, she turns and collapses back down onto her bed roll.
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Ricster sighs and mutters himself. "I thought it would be a simple job."
Then he slowly walks to the rest. He kneels down and stares at the rats. "We said we wouldn’t hurt you and we would help you deal with the giants. Why did you still want to leave? Are you hiding anything?"
The rats began to explain over each other again but then they immediately grew quiet once they noticed Ricster had joined Valzrie in front, and Merah had walked up from behind.
They've turned silent, but have also started to shake and hold each other tighter. You can see they're obviously scared and confused.
The third made no attempt to move but has stopped groaning. It didnt even flinch the arms still covering its face as Ricster and Merah passed it to surround the two Valzire was questioning.
Seeing the rats obviously nervous when more people surround them, Ricster steps back. "I’ll keep a lookout."
"Ok. One more time. Slowly. We're going to go take care of the Orcs. You are going to stay here. No more attacking people on the road - that includes throwing stinkbombs. Do. You. Understand?'
"YES"
echoed out in a single, orderly chant from both mouths at once
"Yeesssssss..."
The third moaned a moment after, the word slowly dying off like a cloth being pulled into a vacuum.
Merah throws a look over her shoulder at the third one. Gods, he sounds terrible. Then she looks back at Valzire, crossing her arms over her chest and lending any sort of help to his intimidating factor that he may need. Upon hearing the rats' agreement, she shrugs. "Sounds good enough to me," she says. "They don't seem particularly fearsome anyway."
Nodding his head briskly the paladin sheathes his sword. "Alright then oathbreakers. See that you hold to your end of the bargain and we will hold to ours.'
Turning briskly from the rattos, the dragonborn begins heading back towards the main trail, eager to put some miles on the road before nightfall.
As Valzire starts taking off down the road, Merah looks back at the rats for a moment longer before shrugging and following after him. Her long coat flaps at her knees as she does in fact have to jog a bit to catch up with the dragonborn. When she draws up beside him, she lengthens her strides and maintains an easy pace with him, glancing over her shoulder to make sure Ricster is following, as well.
Seeing the sun start to set a little more, Merah scrunches up her nose and looks to the others. "So, uh, not to be the drag here, but we gotta make camp 'fore dark," she states. "Can't see a lick in the dark - I was the bane of my captain's existence sometimes, I'll tell ya. But I can help set up 'fore then, and I can still pull my own weight keepin' watch and all." She tugs on her ear and grins. "I'm real good at listenin' for things in the dark, promise."
Burying his face behind his clock again, Ricster slowly follows the rest, but does not try to catch up with them. He just stays behind enough to hear the conversation. "I guess that’s a good idea. No point in traveling through the forest at night."
Val nods his head in agreement as Merah suggests camping for a night and begins looking for a suitable spot to call home for the evening. Once they find themselves a small clearing, with a bit of cover against the elements but good sightlines all around, the paladin busies himself in getting things settled for the night. Once he's satisfied with the location and the status of his own gear, he looks up - almost as if he was noticing his companions for the first time:
'How do we feel about a campfire? Seems like a safe enough spot but I'm not opposed to a cold and quiet camp either.'
As the evening turned to dusk and you all watched the sun settle behind the mountain, night overtook the valley. What was once a cloudless day has become a starlit backdrop for most of the moon, it's shadow waning gibbous.
The breeze was light enough to keep the air fresh but not hard enough to chill.
[7 PM]
"Oh gods, yeah, I'll take a fire," Merah says. She pulls her coat a little tighter around her; there's been a slight chill that she hasn't been able to get rid of ever since that storm. And that's odd to her, since she's never really felt cold before. But she pushes that aside and grins at the others. "It'll help keep watch, too. Enough light to see by, y'know?"
And so she starts moving about slowly, gathering some firewood up from around the edges of their campsite. She hums under her breath as she goes, a jaunty little tune she's been humming most of the day. It seems like she's not really one for silence.
Ricster finds a tree nearby and sets up his stuff there and ready for his rest. "I will take a quick nap. Wake me up if you need to change watch."
(I will take the last watch if possible.)
Val sets about gathering wood for a fire, stacking and lighting it with practiced ease. As the fire builds, he pulls out his bedroll, spreading it out in a flat even spot near the treeline.
'No problem, I'll take first watch.'
7 First watch Perception
He passes his watch quietly munching on some cold trail rations, occasionally getting up and walking an extended perimeter.
Val Guard Duty:
As you look out and patrol, the vast wilderness sat just beyond the road. From its limbs came naught but the scurry of normal sized rodents and the flight of nocturnal birds such as bats and owls. There squeaks, shrieks, and coos bounced off the trees and echoed across the valley, giving away their position infrequently between the fluttering of wings and the bristling of fur.
Towards the end of your shift, you notice that the dark grey owls can only be heard when cooing. One was able to fly up behind you, and you are unsure of how long it was there, only being made aware of it when you turned to return to camp-its yellow eyes gleaming in the moonlight.
Waking Merah gently but firmly, Val surrenders his watch and settles in for the night.
Merah relinquished the first watch to Valzire pretty easily; he seemed determined and, well, she was tired. A small nap was better than nothing. So she curled up on her bedroll by the fire and fell asleep. It's a little difficult to sleep well, given that the ground isn't constantly shifting underneath her like it always did onboard her ship. But she manages, and she wakes with a jolt as Val wakes her, her hand automatically going to her weapon. "Oh, sorry," she says, realizing who it is. She rubs at her eyes and sits up with a yawn. "Right. My turn, then."
Perception: 9
Merah spends her watch sitting next to the campfire, her eyes scanning the perimeter every so often as she takes the time to delicately clean her various weaponry.
Merah Guard Duty:
Passed midnight, is it not?
The bats and owls that screeched and hooted about from Val's report seem absent, yet the many rodents were indeed present. Their scurrying revealed dozens of normal sized mice track with time. Perhaps they're running about the bushes to collect fruit now that the predators have taken their fill and flown back to their dens.
At the end of your shift, you are startled by a large grey owl. You are only made aware of its presence by its yellow eyes that flashed in the moonlight. It flew passed you quickly into the darkness of the trees from wherever it came.
Merah jolts a little at the owl, falling back onto her elbow with a quiet grunt. She lets out a quiet swear under her breath before pushing herself back up. "Right, that's the end of my shift then," she grumbles before moving to wake Ricster up. Now, listen, she's lived many years surrounded by people who wake up violently. So she nudges him with her toe before quickly backpedaling a few steps. Just in case; she's been smacked and stabbed one too many times.
"Hey. Get up. Your turn. Watch out for the freakin' owl."
Once he's up, she turns and collapses back down onto her bed roll.