laid back apocalypse

Ebele would assist Kerric with breaking camp.

Last night:

Hawke kept himself at a good distance between himself and Ebele as to not discomfort their gnome friend any more than he already had, though he does appreciate the gesture she makes with standing between them. He does let her know through a mental link that he understands the others apprehension as he currently is a dire wolf and the form itself isn't the kindest to look at. The druid keeps the shape for as long as he is able (an hour, had anyone cared to time it) and definitely let's the monk pet him. It is very clear he enjoys every moment of it due to how fast and hard his tail was wagging.

Hawke can't help but chuckle at Xalkas' admittance of thinking they were getting chased by a large wolf. "I getcha! I should've said somethin' sooner, that's my bad. But, uh, I turn into a lot of shapes dependin' on the situation. I can tell friend from foe, so you don't need to worry too much about me hurtin' one of you, unless my mind gets taken over by a baddie or somethin'. One tell if its me is normally the eyes," He points to his blind eye. "Unfortunately, that carries over in my forms. I can give you a list of the shapes I like takin' though, just so you can refer to it every now and again." And had the gnome wanted, he would do so.

Mornin':

The druid is up and ready for the day, checking on Bill prior to getting him latched to the wagon for the trek ahead. When the group discusses what they planned on doing though, the interest being the tower, he offers up doing a quick fly by to see if he could get information on it. Despite wanting to get a lead on where Teresiel was, he would admit that his curiosity tended to win most of the time in situations like this. 

"I'll be safe, I promise. If I get shot down, don't worry, it ain't the first time it's happened!" He laughs. "But yeah, if I ain't back in... an hour and a half tops, start lookin'." He turns to Xalkas offering him the potion and takes it gratefully. "This'll definitely come in handy if somethin' happens. I'll be sure to return this back to ya if I don't use it."

He gives a final nod over to the group prior to wild shaping into a Giant Eagle and flying off as fast as he possibly could to get a good look at the tower at a safe enough distance.

Assuming all goes well and I make it, perception with advantage due to Keen Sight: 24

(I should be able to make it back using my second shape in between if I'm not mistaken!)

Hawke returns to the group after doing a quick fly around the tower, a little bit disappointed in his findings. After reverting back to his normal form, he says, "Well, that went much better than I expected," He searches through his bag for a moment prior to taking out the healing potion Xalkas gave him and hands it back over to the gnome. "Thanks again." He gives a curt nod then begins to give his report. "I'll be honest; I didn't see much of anythin' goin' on there. It's pretty much the tallest point out here for miles. There's a trail that leads to the drawbridge over the moat to get the main entrance, kinda steep if we're wanting to check it out. And I think I saw, like, two people there, probably Waterdeep guards since I've seen those griffin riders come by every now and again. Other than a few small birds, nothin' really stood out unfortunately."

T'chal'fronack'zcinicker scowls, "Well, all that sounds rather boring and above board. Thank you Hawke for humoring our curiosity, but I think it's about time we continued on our way to Womford?  Do we all agree?  I think even Reghys was aligned on this one."  He grins at the Satyr and winks, then he stands up, tosses his backpack into the wagon, and climbs into the front seat.  "Shall we?"

Kerric:

”Thanks, Hawke, for saving us the trip,” says Kerric, smiling at the Druid.  He agrees with T’chal, saying, “Right, on to Womford.”

Ebele would nod softly in agreement. She was ready to start their trek to Womford and willing to travel on foot beside the cart.

"No problemo," Hawke grins, giving the others a two fingered salute. "I'm good to go..." He heads over to give the horse a nice patting on the neck. "As is Bill. Let's get this show on the road!"

Reghys would start playing a jaunty tune on his flute, to give them all the proper send off. Reghys really enjoyed the relaxed attitude and willingness to help out that they felt coming from Hawke. A small shudder ran down Reghys' back, as they imagined a version of events where they met another person like their favourite tiefling... Although they were getting along fine, his legalistic mind took a lot of getting used to.

so you start the days journey towards Wormford

 you see  dust on the road ahead, approaching fast

T'chal'fronack'zcinicker pulls the wagon to one side, “someone comin through in a hurry!”

“Whoop!” At T'chal'fronack'zcinicker‘s warning, Ebele would suck herself in to try to make herself as small as possible as she’d back up against the cart.

Hawke follows with T’chal’s call, quickly standing off to the side where the other had directed the cart. Assuming he can, the Druid tries to get a look see at who would be the cause of such a dust cloud.

Perception: 10

Kerric:

Kerric will step off to the side as well, looking to see what might be coming.

Perception:  21

Kerric you see six horsemen

Upon sighting you all they dismount and advance 5 drawing swords 

A voice is heard.   "Theres one. Lets take it" 

Then a voice starts saying something.  

Anyone speak primordial?

They are 100 ft away on the road

Oh.  INITIATIVE

(OOC: I speak primordial!)

Init: 2

Monkinitiative: 5 

(Blind buddies knocking it out of the park)

Xalkas grumbled a bit at not going to check out the tower... but he also wasn’t brave enough to go by himself. He was sitting in the wagon again as the group continued the journey to Womford. Hearing T'chal'fronack'zcinicker mention someone coming down the road. Xalkas pokes his head out to see what’s going on.

Initiative: 21

Kerric:

Drawing his gleaming blade, Kerric prepares for combat, though he isn't sure who they are or why they are attacking.  "Rehgys, do you want to try to reason with them before we end up fighting for no apparent reason?"

Initiative:  15

T'chal'fronack'zcinicker stands up on the front of the wagon and shouts at them, "Ho there. Would you like to engage in some light afternoon legal definition debate rather than cross swords?"   He looks to the rest of the group, wrinkling his nose and shaking his head, "I don't think they would prefer to." 

Initiative : 21

He pulls out his hand crossbow.