OOC: There is ample opportunity to buy any necessary provisions, prepare disguises, store things at Guillames home etc. Just note it in your post as an OOC aside.


The formidable looking group board a small barge at the dockside and for the sum of a few coppers are transported across the wide muddy mouth of the Shadowspin to land at a rectangular dock hard against the riverside backed by a copse of trees; many roads met here indicating that it was a regular crossing for the small holdings here on the southern shore of the great river.

The companions struck out south, those of a martial bent habitually forming up about those less able...at least to outward appearance.

They received amazed and gawking stares from every person they passed; a blustery sea breeze cam across the fields from the west as they walked and they could see the looming peaks of the Pagan Mountains to their east much closer now than they had been back in the city.

As they crested a great hill Guillame fancied he saw the coastline of Ereworn far across the dark waters, but it was possibly just a bank of cloud.

The good Father had told them that the crofter they were looking for was working lands called Salthold, west of a stand of woods known to the locals as Gradys Tangle.

By mid afternoon they were well south and close to the coast, though the wind had died down. As they descended a hill, they noted the smell of smoke in the air...

In reply to GM (msg # 1):

"THEM?  Again?  They must be a pretty childish bunch to play with fire all the time...."

Dann casts an intrigued look at Kores Varias. He slows his pace and tries to figure out where does the smoke come from.

Brother Jacob sniffed the are there were many types of smoke, from fires, from homesteads, from burning crops, but the one he was looking for was that of battle.

He suddenly became a little more alert just in case they were riding into the aftermath of a raid on the farm they were travelling to.

He suddenly rained in his thoughts, he chided himself he was no longer a soldier he was a priest and he needed to stop seeing the shadow of misfortune in everything. Relaxing slightly but not fully he followed the others down the track

Yamousou enjoyed the country voyage. He drank deeply of the salty sea air, and made mental notes of all the sights along the way. He also took time on the trip to offer prayers to his ancestors, hoping that they would offer him good fortune on his latesr adventure.

As they progressed he chatted quietly to his companions, getting to know them all a bit better. The strange man named Kores was still an enigma, but the others seems like sound enough fellows.

As the smell of fire struck his nostrils he unslung his bow. Pausing, he shielded his eyes from the sun and looked around to see if he could detect where the smoke was coming from. He also sniffed the air to try to work out what sort of smoke it was.

OOC - Guillaume returns to his villa and changes into attire similar to a local freeman from the rural areas south of Glissom city.  He dons his hard leather armour and a hooded cloak.  He ruffles his hair and contemplates shaving his moustache - but only briefly.  He straps his short sword and dagger to his belt.

When he rejoins his companions he winks and says in a broad Glissom accent "Alright pals, Fingal McInnes, at you service."



Guillaume breaths deeply of the sea air, his large nose perfect for such a thing.  He takes in the view as the group marches south.



Guillaume sniffs the air.  "Someone is having a barbeque?  I wonder if they are also dining al fresco?"

He notices the change in his companions demeanor.  "Oh, you suspect the worse?"  He loosens his sword in its scabbard.

In reply to Guillaume De Morvan (msg # 6):

OOC: Ok then, lets go check it out.  Do we need to do a PERCEPTION roll to figure out where its coming from?
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Finan grins at the disguise, getting Guillaume and Yamousou together before the leave the villa.
"In order to conceal your identity and protect your person, I have a plan master.  We three will pretend to be Kores guards, deflecting attention away from yourself as much as possible.  When words turn to steel the three of us will remain close, protecting each other.  Kores is obvious enough to make our ruse a good one."

In reply to Finan McRoach (msg # 8):

The Mungodan nodded his agreement.

"Excellent plan!" Guillaume looks at Finan suspiciously. "You 'aven't trained with the spy masters of Algandy 'ave you?"

"Clan Harbingers actually, but that's another story..."

Guillaume raises an eyebrow at Finan. "Indeed? Per'aps I should 'ave conducted more thorough interviews for my 'ousecarls, instead of a few jars of scrumpy!" Guillaume chuckles. "Although I do remember you threatening to kill me if I asked too many questions!  In fact I know even less about our dark friend 'ere"

To Yamousou: "Tell me Master Yamousou, 'ow does a Mungodan learn to speak Visic so well? It is such a long way from your 'omeland."

After some determination Dann and Yamousou believed they located the direction of the smoke and pointed off to the southwest.

The companions moved to investigate, as they crested the next hill they saw a small holding near the coast that appeared to have recently been afire.  There was little left of the main building but the out-buildings appeared intact.

The bodies of two large animals, probably cattle, lay in the open but there were no signs of people about.

"I wonder if this is a regular raid or not. If it is, I am surprised only one building is on fire..." says Dann to Yamousou. "What do you say?"

OOC: How were the animals killed?  bladed weapons, claws and teeth or cauterized incisions?

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cattle_mutilation
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