The first part of the night passes without issue. As his companions rest, Amshoon would be aware of various small animals rustling on their errands nearby. Eventually the moon shows that it must be midnight.
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Debolsia, having had the chance to rest, wakes and relieves the person on watch duty. She gets the report of small animals around the camp foliage from Amshoon and does what she can to make sure that's all the threat there is.
Debolsia notices as the hours pass that the clouds are coming in, covering the moon and darkening the surrounding countryside. However her dwarven vision allows her to see well enough in the dark, and the night continues to pass peacefully. There are a few hours left til dawn as your watch comes to an end.
Though it is dark with the clouds concealing the moon, your experience in the wild makes the night sounds seem more comforting than frightening. After a while, your ears pick up the sound of something moving softly through the underbrush. Peering over the side of the wagon, you spot a gangly half grown wolf sniffing around the packs that contain your food supplies.
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Irena looked to see if she could spot a wolfpack or goblin patrol the wolf might belong to, for her sympathies were aroused by the scrawny creature and she was tempted to share some of her own supplies were the beastie not a threat.
The night appears to be empty- as far as you can tell. The wolf has begun to tug at one of the sacks on the back of the wagon. You examine the pup; he has no collar to suggest he has been domesticated by anybody, and his scrawny appearance makes you think he may have no pack to care for him.
The wolf backs up and whines, but seems very interested in the jerky. You can see his fear of humans battling with his desire for tasty dried meat on his face. Slowly, he moves closer and stops about five feet away.
The wolf pup darts in and snatches the offered jerky, before spinning and sprinting for the trees. Before he disappears, he stops for a moment and his amber eyes meet yours. Then he slinks into the shadows and is gone.
The rest of the night passes, and the sun begins to appear over the eastern horizon. You have all finished your long rest, and the day is yours!
Debolsia slowly rises in the morning and performs her morning meditation before spending some time writing with her ink pen in her leather bound journal. She logs the expedition thus far for historical purposes so that she can share the story afterwards. "Sleep well?," she asks the others as they rise. "My watch was rather uneventful luckily."
The morning is blustery and overcast, with the sea wind gusting in and the clouds threatening rain later. The horses seem happy to be getting moving as you hitch them to the traces. At last all is ready, as you stow the last of the supplies and board the wagon for the second leg or your journey. Who will be driving this morning?
Your day of travel continues much the same as yesterday, driving south along the high road. Eventually you reach the triboar trail running east, and turn off onto the rutted trail. As you bump along, a cold drizzle of rain begins to fall, and forest begins to press in around you. Eventually as you round a curve of the trail, Amshoon has to pull up hard on the reigns.
Blocking the trail are the bodies of two horses, each pierced by several black feathered arrows. The contents of the saddlebags are pillaged and scattered about, and as for the riders, no sign.
Irena shrugged. "Then I'll take the last watch." She replied and snuggled into her bedroll.
The first part of the night passes without issue. As his companions rest, Amshoon would be aware of various small animals rustling on their errands nearby. Eventually the moon shows that it must be midnight.
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Debolsia, having had the chance to rest, wakes and relieves the person on watch duty. She gets the report of small animals around the camp foliage from Amshoon and does what she can to make sure that's all the threat there is.
Perception: 24
Debolsia notices as the hours pass that the clouds are coming in, covering the moon and darkening the surrounding countryside. However her dwarven vision allows her to see well enough in the dark, and the night continues to pass peacefully. There are a few hours left til dawn as your watch comes to an end.
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Your watch, Irena!
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Irena wakes with a loud yawn and makes herself a perch on top of one of the wagons to look out for danger.
Perception: 20
Though it is dark with the clouds concealing the moon, your experience in the wild makes the night sounds seem more comforting than frightening. After a while, your ears pick up the sound of something moving softly through the underbrush. Peering over the side of the wagon, you spot a gangly half grown wolf sniffing around the packs that contain your food supplies.
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Irena looked to see if she could spot a wolfpack or goblin patrol the wolf might belong to, for her sympathies were aroused by the scrawny creature and she was tempted to share some of her own supplies were the beastie not a threat.
Perception: 11
The night appears to be empty- as far as you can tell. The wolf has begun to tug at one of the sacks on the back of the wagon. You examine the pup; he has no collar to suggest he has been domesticated by anybody, and his scrawny appearance makes you think he may have no pack to care for him.
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Irena slid down onto the ground and called to the pup, holding out some jerky.
Animal Handling: 19
The wolf backs up and whines, but seems very interested in the jerky. You can see his fear of humans battling with his desire for tasty dried meat on his face. Slowly, he moves closer and stops about five feet away.
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Irena puts it down and backs away a few feet.
The wolf pup darts in and snatches the offered jerky, before spinning and sprinting for the trees. Before he disappears, he stops for a moment and his amber eyes meet yours. Then he slinks into the shadows and is gone.
The rest of the night passes, and the sun begins to appear over the eastern horizon. You have all finished your long rest, and the day is yours!
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Debolsia slowly rises in the morning and performs her morning meditation before spending some time writing with her ink pen in her leather bound journal. She logs the expedition thus far for historical purposes so that she can share the story afterwards. "Sleep well?," she asks the others as they rise. "My watch was rather uneventful luckily."
The morning is blustery and overcast, with the sea wind gusting in and the clouds threatening rain later. The horses seem happy to be getting moving as you hitch them to the traces. At last all is ready, as you stow the last of the supplies and board the wagon for the second leg or your journey. Who will be driving this morning?
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Amshoon wraps his coat a bit more tightly around himself and hops up into the wagon
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Your day of travel continues much the same as yesterday, driving south along the high road. Eventually you reach the triboar trail running east, and turn off onto the rutted trail. As you bump along, a cold drizzle of rain begins to fall, and forest begins to press in around you. Eventually as you round a curve of the trail, Amshoon has to pull up hard on the reigns.
Blocking the trail are the bodies of two horses, each pierced by several black feathered arrows. The contents of the saddlebags are pillaged and scattered about, and as for the riders, no sign.
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Amshoon gets off the wagon. Is there anything I can use for cover to try to sneak closer?
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The trees and shrubs are pressing close on both sides of the trail, so there is plenty of cover form the foliage.
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There is plenty of cover in the trees and undergrowth on both sides of the trail, no problem.
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