Haildas slides his hand down to his belt and slowly loosens the leather straps holding his mace.  Wrapping his fingers around the worn grip he lifts it slightly into an all-familiar position.  He motions for the others to lean in closer...

"Gring...wait here...Krwyn, you go around to the left, I'll circle the right...something isn't right here."

Javal put his backpack back on and took off following Justin.

After they left Bowshot and were in the woods, he took his crossbow off his shoulder and loaded it.

It was now that he spoke.

"So someone called Justin Oge?  What is that slang for Ogre?  Point him out, I'll shoot him in the neck."

Waiting for Justin to turn to look at him, Javal laughed.

After his little joke Javal stayed serious.  He walked on the edge of the path near the woods and scanned constantly for trouble.
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In reply to Javal Enrouse (msg # 983):

Master Enrouse, Thy comment be ill-conceived, despite the similarities in spelling, such be the Goddess of Poison. Justin instructed.

In reply to Haildas the Wanderer (msg # 982):

In response to Haildas remark and his own feeling that there is something wrong, Kr´wyn draws his longsword and circles the house to the left, all his senses at high alert.

  there is only the door  in the front to enter the House... Gring waits  in the   rain, shivering a bit as he looks around, while the  men check out the   area.

If all seems well and good with the perimeter, Haildas will carefully attempt to open the door.

   stepping on to the  small wooded porch, he  sees  a  well made  chair strong Limbs   bent  about and  lashed together, while a thatched seat and  make  were strongly secured. a small table, made from scraps sat there..a  pipe lay on the table.

  The  door is easily pushed in... the  first thing to be seen is  the  small body of the doggie. nearly sliced in half..in its teeth was some bloody  rags.

  stepping into the room... the place  is pretty much dark, except  for the  light  from the flickering lighting... the house  has a bit of an inside wall...one , smallside, has  a bed, the rest of the house  is  the  living area....

Haildas cautiously makes his way into the house.  After scanning the room quickly, making certain nothing was waiting in the shadows to pounce, he kneels down beside the deceased dog.  He briefly closes his eyes, silently mouths a prayer for the animal, then begins to feel if there is any heat left in the animal; an attempt to determine how long the beast has been dead.

OOC: Can we discern, or at least guess, as to what may have caused such vicious injuries?  Is the wound a clean cut or torn and jagged?

 The Dog  is stiff..the blood, well dried.... its  hard to see much more  with out the light.

Myranda trailed along after the men, a spring in her step at her partial redress of her detainment. The sunrise caught small waves on the river sparkling as it did.

Setting a good pace Justin lead the Crimsons along the road. The trio covered considerable terrain during which he was able to assess Javals endurance with a quick march. Master Javal wouldst Thee care to provide us with demonstrations of Thy abilities
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In reply to Justin (msg # 992):

I'd think thats asking a bit much Justin.  Did Kree, Ivy or Reedrick ask for you to provide any demonstration for them?
This message was last edited by the player at 00:29, Fri 03 Feb 2017.

Javal had remained quiet after Justin mentioned a goddess of poison.

Ironic that that was the named he had picked up on and now his mind raced.  To complicate matters, Justin asked for a demonstration of his abilities.  This put him on edge further.  He was about to answer when Myranda spoke up.

Exhaling as he walked, Javal took in a deep breath before he answered.

"Hmmm, where to begin?  I don't normally talk of what I do, I simply do it.  My specialty is killing people to be honest.  I use a combination of surprise, stealth, disguise, intelligence gathering, smoke bombs, caltrops and traps, various weapons, powders and spices, poisons, and a few spells I know all together according to the situation to kill my intended target.  This forces me to travel lightly and with light armor.  I normally don't engage face to face, but I can and will.  Most of what I have and know I like to keep to myself.  I switch things up and have been fairly effective doing that.  When we have intended targets...slavers or evil bastards who wish common simple folk harm I would be more than happy to give you a demonstration.  Right now there is just us three, and I like you both, so no demonstration."

"I will tell you this though.  There is a group of spells that help me with my trade I know.  They can be changed daily if I want, but will share with you what I have right now.  Right now with spells I can disguise myself, detect poison, make a noise somewhere there is none, make sure I hit something the next time I attack, and turn invisible."

After speaking Javal gave another exhale.  It was obvious he was frustrated and didn't like explaining himself or was used to working with others.  After a moment he spoke.

"As far as the gods go I don't listen in about them or know much.  I learned my trade and stuck to it...almost always working alone.  Didn't know there was a goddess of poison. I find that absurd.  If anything someone should pray to a goddess of nature.  That would be the one to provide.  Say, is there a god or goddess of retribution that watches the weak and is their protector?  That's the one I would pray to."


OOC: We are reaching the 1000 post limit here.  Please make a new thread soon Donsr.  Thanks.

EDIT:  Added to my post.  It appears bold what has been added.
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In reply to Javal Enrouse (msg # 994):

Aye Mistress Myranda Thee speak the truth of it. Our apologies Masrer Javal. One should not have put such of Thee. Justin stated. He then provided a rundown of the Dieties. ooc refer to the Gods of the Realm thread.

Going over to the fireplace, Haildas removes his tinder box, pulls out a small pile and places it into the cold ashes.  Adding some twigs and whatever is available he begins to strike the flint with his dagger, sending sparks showering into the fireplace.

  it  takes  a few moments, but the fire  begins to glow... Gring is out  in the  rain with the lantern.

 Krwyn sees the glow , the other  2  homes in the area look comfortable  with the  Light coming through  decorations  on their  shutters..


 Haildas   see the body of the  dog in better  light, it has been slashed, by an axe, most like...since  a Blade  would have sheared  a cleaner  cut..or?..maybe abadly tended   cutlass.

"Come boy, don't stand out in the weather, here, close to the fire."

Standing slowly, he gazes about the room, taking everything in and looking for anything else out of place.  His sight eventually settles on Krwyn...

"Whoever did this is long gone.  The poor beast is stone cold."

OOC:  If there is a blanket or something of the sort, Haildas will cover the animal.

  Gring  Come I  with the Lantern, he lets  out a  short cry.why'd they kill him... he  ain't no  beast....

 He  Puts  the lantern on the table  then Moves to the  fire  , he ads  some Kindling to  warm it up.

 The  Extra  light Show s the Man's  Bed  had been messed up, the  Cupboards  were  open, stuff  was   on the counters, but  not thrown about.

 The   Kid  Sniffed  as he    stood   close to dry off,..if they was lookin' for his  coin, they weren't lookin' right... i can see from here, they ain't  found it.

Kr'wyn searches meticulous the whole room for anything that could shed any light on what had happened here. "I think they were after the man, not after his money," he answers Gring.

  Gring  is  shivering a bit  less..the  storm is  in full force now... winf   and sheets of rain Hitting the Cabin.

  So?...what do we  do now..... Don't know hwere he'd be?... he'd never leave the dog.....

The trio were chewing up the miles; by midday Justin estimated that they'd travelled fifteen. Glancing at the others he asked if they would care to pause for a meal or were content to eat as they walked.
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"Stopping now sounds good to me.  We will be better rested that way if trouble is around the bend.  What you say Myranda?"

Taking off his backpack, Javal handed out food to everyone.

In reply to Javal Enrouse (msg # 1003):

Moving over to Javal, Myranda gives him a conspiritorial wink, as she takes some of the offered food.Sure thing, we could do with a break, slowing down to make allowances for a roller takes its toll...
This message was last edited by the player at 03:55, Mon 06 Feb 2017.

  They stopped   The  Road they were taking   along the River  was  Muddy, it was better  to walk a few  feet off  in the knee high Grasses.

  The  River  could be seen as  Sunlight  Glinted off the high waters... Dark brown form   the  Muddy water being   dumped in by streams and  smaller  rivers... Birds  were flying  down  and  snagging fish or even small serpents  that were feeding off the top.

 Thus far, there had  been no traffic on the road as he  found  a place where a  fire pit had  been made   with  a Hole and  stacked stone...there  was a small channel  dug towards the river,  for  water  to  run out of the pit, when dosing  the fire.

 It was  close  to  Mid of Night.

 The  Strom seemed to be at its peak.

Gring  stood  by the fire  as he awaited  the other's call, on what to do next.