Neither Ohanzee nor Tarnessh notice the magically stealthy figures approaching from either side of their lookout spot, both braves intent on conversation, in one case night blind and beaten by the wind.

Tarnessh finds himself entangled under a net, and subjected to a rain of blows from heavy clubs, his vision momentarily starred before he slips into unconsciousness. At his side Ohanzee fares better as the net cast at him fails to hit it's target, instead finding himself facing six indistinct humanoid figures. There's too many and after parrying one the Raven trips as he tries to dodge the rain of blows...

Ohanzee’s mind races Too many and they’re bloody good. If I call for help it’ll trap more. Hyena followers? Has to be! Ransom? And he does what any sane nomad might do in this situation ”Ransom!”

Ohanzee takes defensive moves as best he can, no offensive ones as he tries to rise to his feet or at least get to a position that he can attempt to do so in case they do not accept.

There's a short bark of a laugh and somebody says "Ransom..Ha..We're going to eat you..."

The language is Praxian and spoken by a nomad for sure. Prax lore roll will pinpoint which exactly.

If they are hyena then they aren’t as smart Raven! ”I can get you more alive than you’ll fine on my bones!”

There's another laugh and then an intense flash of light as the Raven brave gets bludgeoned in the side of the head.

Darkness...The sense of movement.....Whispered conversation....
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Consciousness creeps back into Ohanzee and he doesn’t move, Still and quiet and they’ll have no reason to do anything... unless they’re hungry!

He cracks his eyes open a slit to see if there is anything in his field of view concentrating on the Darkness as a friend to see if it will be kind enough to him to reveal any of its secrets.

Ohanzee and Tarnessh too, find that they are being carried, each brave slung beneath a wooden pole carried on the shoulders of two men. The two braves are conscious but in pain from the blows to their body and head.

It's hard to see anything clearly, but they are moving at a jog down a steep sided gully, amongst a large group of people.

"Tulox? Tulox?! Where are you?!" Tarnessh thought desperately

His head ringing Ohanzee closes his eyes tight shut and concentrates on trying to keep himself calm, not something that is easy to do with the thought of becoming dinner at the end of this trek!

Still, struggling would waste energy and bring unwanted attention and there’s little chance of it achieving anything else.

Master where are you? Comes back the slightly delayed answer, which indicates that the hawk is some distance away and that some time has passed...

I'm going to wait and see what the others do as otherwise we'll get a bit far ahead.
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In reply to GM (msg # 11):

"I don't know. I was knocked out by attackers and I can't see much from where I am other then that I'm going down a steep-sided gully. I think these people mean to eat me and Ohanzee! Can you tell the other familiars what's happening?"

 "Of course master, right away...I will not be able to find you in the dark!"

I'm ruling with Tarnessh having been unconscious Tulox was unaware of where you where or that anything was wrong. As an hour has passed you can be pretty sure help is on it's way. I'm just waiting for the others to do some stuff and eventually find out that you've gone.

Swinging below the pole like a trussed impala Ohanzee takes in the smells hoping that a cooking fire is not one of them.

"Tell them I'm about (Glorantha equivalent to 3 kilometers) away if you can find them, but try not to go too far or the bindings will break." He instructed Tulox.

So where are they taking you? You too can decide. A cave, a camp, a holy place of sacrifice?
looking for a description of some sort with both of you contributing. It must be secure but also have a weak point your friends can exploit.

I’ve always had a fondness for caves as hideouts. I also like the image of a narrow ravine to reach it and if I were on foot rather than mounted I’d relish a long twisting narrow ravine inaccessible to mounts or at least narrow enough to stop mounts being able to do more than a walk and not able to turn around. If such a ravine had lots of small tunnels and alcoves off of it, looping going ground to higher level and the like then a few could hold off many forever, ambush retreat, cut off. Throw a few traps into that and you’ve got a corridor of death!

Now if that lead as I said to a cave then I’d feel so safe I might get over confident, post couple watchers on the ravine with alarms, horns or the like and I’d think I was impregnable. I might think that the smoke from my cooking fires escaping up the shaft in the cave is never going to be a problem because I keep the fire burning at night and who’s going to see smoke in the dark, even if it does it exits the ground up above and not through the front door.

And anyway, when our Granddaddies found this place they checked out the “chimney“ and no one is getting down there! That was a while ago though, there’s been some rock movement since another shaft running almost parallel to it has been exposed, a shaft that ends in the back of an overhang behind the fire, an overhand hidden from view forward of the fire.

The fire might be detected through smelling the smoke, perhaps seeing it even or seeing occasional sparks that escape. The shaft would need climbing down but the smoke/heat is at least not a concern. The approach ravine would be deathly difficult to climb down especially under fire but if you weren’t using it to get in the I would make for nice shooting down on those within, a diversion or covering an escape.

Maybe the food pens are at the back of the cave near the fire.

Some thoughts :)

Looks like Sun Hawk and Raven will need to work together to get free...

I like the sound of this place.