(Sorry, I couldn't resist.)

Leaving the Blacklash Mansion, you immediately found yourselves bombarded by the cold, yet again.  Instead of snow, you were in the middle of a turrential downpour, with lightning cracking and popping in the nearby distance.  Visibility was going to be harsh.

Already, several of the men at arms had retreated to barracades and covered positions, barking orders and shouting out to each other.  You swore, on your way out, that a pair of skeletons with shields and spears marched around one of the buildings towards a stationary position by the front door of the armory.  It was a good tactic to use the undead in situations like this, since their visibilty wasn't hampered by the weather.

In spite of the weather and lack of visibility, you made you way to the forest at a faster then usual pace.  However, once plunging into it's depths, you knew that things were going to have to slow down.  Besides, if Bruno was smart enough, he'd have somebody watching...
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"I hate rain..." She muttered as she moved under the cover of the trees. "Any sign of a watcher?" She scanned the trees through narrowed eyes, putting a hand up to shield them from the rain as the action forced her to look up. [Private to DM Swamprose: Spot 11, not including weather mods.]

Elyonna took a quick moment to carefully scan the horizon and trees while waiting for 'big boy' to catch up with them.

09:47, Today: Elyonna Shadowright rolled 21 using 1d20+8. Spot.

   "Rain good, mean Kilgar not need bath for another month, maybe two." He smiled broadly. Though it was apparant the half-orced bathed regularly, though he definately had a musk now that he was getting wet, like stale blood and wet dog. He too looked around for anything, his Maul slipped out with a metallic noise. He kept moving though. "If someone out there, we should still keep moving. If we stand still they stand still and maybe aim with bows. We keep moving and then they keep moving, better chance at seeing them if they move." He nodded with finality and kept moving. "So, is it true? elves taste like chicken?"

Elyonna turned to look at Big Boy as he finally caught up with them.  She smirked, replying "If elves taste like chicken, then half-orcs taste like pig.  Let us proceed now that you have finally caught up to us, Big Boy."

    "Actually orc has it's own taste." He laughed, but his guard never went down... Kilgar seemed like he was joking, but he was continually scanning the forest for any signs of unusual movement. If something was out there he intended on lulling it into a false sense of security and forcing it's hand early, then he would crush it in close combat.