"Alright! Way to go, Norbie! Let's get this back to camp." Ignis said. He was so proud of Norbert that he didn't take into account that there was only one rat and six people. 

How did I ever get stuck with this kid? What was my Queen thinking!?  The raven thought. 

Ignis headed back to camp with the rat, already cooked from a careful Fire Bolt. He was beaming as he made it back within sight of the others.

"I'll have a quick scour as well." Doran says, not wanting to rely on a familiar for all his meals. He tries to put his previous knowledge of hunting and survival while on the open road to good use to try and spy something else that could go with rat flambe.

Survival: 8 / 6 (if advantage provided for the background benefit)

Using your outlander know how you can easily find enough Barries, water and some small game of a few rabbits which you bring back to the party 

"Well done Norbie! We need more than one rat though Ignis, no offence but I think I'll join Doran and have a look around myself. You eat for now, maybe you can go back out once you've had some food and a rest."

Gronk gets up and heads in the opposite direction that Ignis and Doran went looking. His nomadic lifestyle made him a decent forager and his appetite helped spur him to become a good hunter when he needed to be.

Survival: 2

((OOC: "Norbie"! Hahaha love it.)

As soon as you try to enter the Forrest you hear nothing, you just see a bunch trees grass and bare bushes

I will murder you in your sleep, you big oaf. It's bad enough that this idiot calls me stupid names, but I won't suffer it from you! The raven thinks, trying to project his thoughts to the half-orc and failing, as usual. He does glare hatefully at Gronk, but a raven's expression always seems like a glare.

Am I being punished? Is my Queen angry with me? What have I done to deserve such humiliation?

"Oh, ok. I'll keep an eye on stuff here." Ignis says, sitting down and eating his snack.

Gronk wanders around the forest for a while attempting to hunt, he returns empty handed and sees the rabbits Doran has managed to catch.

"I must have scared them to you Doran, great teamwork! Thank you friend!"

He starts fashioning skewers to cook the rabbits over the fire.

"How far do we march Vos? You've been to Grestin before, are we far?

"Now Gronk, Norbert is showing he is a contributing member of this team." Doran says, taking his dagger out to start skinning the rabbits. He contemplates whether there is time to clean the furs, as they could be useful later down the road. "If we could come back with a quarter of our body weight in food each, we'd only need to forage once a week... And probably need a cart." He passes any he has skinned to Gronk to place on skewers. "Make sure to have a few berries with them; you can't leave off of rabbit alone."

“We should be able to reconvene with the other forces by the end at the end of the day if we keep going forward” Vos says as he takes a few Barrie’s from where Doren set them down 

Gronk takes the skinned rabbits from Doran and cooks them over the fire, he then passes them out amongst the group. He gives each member a handful of berries that Doran had collected in a leather pouch.

"Thank you Doran... and Norbert. Everybody eat, we must press forward and reach Grestin. No time to skin or gather a week's rations Doran, sorry friend. We can find some food once were in Grestin.

He gives everyone a fair share of the food, even Norbert gets a nice rabbit leg to peck at. He then packs his rations away again and grunts to the group, trying to get them moving. He is encouraged by Vos, knowing they're so close to their destination and another battle is getting his blood pumping.

Kreak nods his thanks to all those involved in preparing the repast and eats his rabbit and berries with obvious relish but a slightly distracted look in his eyes. Every hour spent on the road brings the party closer to danger, which is equal parts tantalizing and sad for the inevitable blood and pain it will entail. 

"Either the Life-Giver blessed you with fortune in the hunt, or me with fortune in skilled and resourceful companions," he says by way of thanks. He whispers a soft prayer to his deity before his first bite, not expecting nor pressuring others to join his devotionals. To make up for his lack of substantive contribution to the hunt, he scrubs the dishes clean for the entire party, scouring them with sure, swift motions. 

 

Vos gets up from the makeshift campfire “alright let’s get moving we’ll need to get going if we’ve gonna meet up with the friendly forces”

OOC:just uh, pretend that didn’t happen 

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Gronk makes sure to thoroughly stamp out the fire, concealing any trace that they'd been there. Assuming our normal marching order had become second nature over the past four months, lead by Vos the party head out. Grestin looms in their minds, what will they find there? How big was this city?  And this mysterious sorcerer, who was he?

Gronk makes small talk through their march but his mind is on their rear flank, and their eventual destination...

Aien does not talk much during the day instead he just keeps his eyes out one way or another. Looking a verity of things, including small eatable nuts and berries, and any plant used for herbalism (he does have Herbalism Kit proficiency, and a Passive Perception of 15 9 if you need a roll). he does stay within earshot of everyone to listen to the conversations.  

He will remind the whole group if needed, "I can scout ahead at any time."

(( OOC: with a 45-foot movement and a +5 to stealth I am built to scout out front ))

Doran will take a small amount of ash and put it into a pouch for personal reasons. He decides to stay towards the centre of the group as he did in the morning march, hoping that it will be a quiet day for a change. I suppose I shall burn up the hides if we don't have time to cure them tonight. He thinks, then looks to the group. That is unless Norbert would want to pick the skins clean, though there usually isn't much left in there.

Kreak reshoulders his pack and marches, largely in companionable silence. On the march, he  attempts to casually stay close to both Doran, and Ignis, prepared to interpose his solid bulk and that of his oaken shield between the spellcasters and danger at the first sign of trouble on the road. (If possible, I would like to march with a readied action to move, shield up, between Ignis or Doran and any threat which emerges.) 

((OOC: Speedbump-Dwarven Cleric is a go, squishy friends! )) 

Ignis continues along, unphased by the impending violence. He gave Norbert free reign to do as he pleased, so long as he stayed within a hundred feet of the young Warlock.

Finally, a little consideration. At least someone has a little respect. The raven thought as he flew over to Doran to snag a rabbit skin and bring it back to Ignis' shoulder, much to the Warlock's disgust.

Aien finds a few small assortments of herbs and nuts along that road but not much 

"Scout head Aien, I'm watching our backs. We must be close, we've been marching a while now."

Gronk can taste the battle ahead and he grips his battleaxe tighter.