Chapter 4 (4.1) "The Hunting Lodge"   Posted by Director.Group: 0
Director
 GM, 345 posts
 For Highdunn
 For the King!
Fri 15 Jun 2018
at 04:25
Chapter 4 (4.1) "The Hunting Lodge"
The Wooded Borderlands, Far West Rotheron, 5th day of the month of Tending (mid spring)

Though the days of spring were growing long it was greying into evening before the forest trails organized themselves into a well ridden (if slightly overgrown) path. Smallfeather's mule had had the worst of it - the undergrowth common to boar country snagging its legs and the little wagon struggling to find purchase even on narrow game trails.

More than an hour past their plans to make camp, the trio of Kingsown found their stomachs growling and their feet aching, but surely that was nothing in the face of the terror that the women of that hamlet must be feeling in the grips of robbers and cut-throats. But then such men would be both commonplace and emboldened should Reddown truly march to war.

Following the creek had proved impossible, but by keeping the sound of the water near at hand they were able to pick their way along its path easily enough, and now it emerged once again from the wood and wound its way into a clearing ahead where the wood surrendered the sky and a sickly trail of smoke hazed the rosy western horizon.

Gaps in the boughs afforded a glimpse of a sturdy log building as large as a barn, but set low in the landscape. Robed in ivy and black in lichen, it was already benighted in the shade of the forest giving the structure a sinister aspect in the blush of dusk.

OOC: You're at a safe distance currently. Time to plan your approach. I've got a picture of the lodge ready, but let me know if you'd prefer a map.

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Smallfeather
 player, 153 posts
Fri 22 Jun 2018
at 13:47
Chapter 4 (4.1) "The Huntering Lodge"
Smallfeather looked towards the lodge from their safe distance and suppressed a shudder. He could feel a chill in the air that had nothing to do with the weather.

"There is nothing remotely funny in this," he muttered.

Fortunately, he had an alternate set of skills from which he could draw.
Merana Sabravin
 player, 111 posts
 The wisdom of the poor is
 as a palace in the desert
Fri 22 Jun 2018
at 14:33
Chapter 4 (4.1) "The Huntering Lodge"
Merana looked at her companions, before sighing and looking down at her clothing. Her dress was still in good shape, though a little stained at the hem from trekking through a forest it had not been designed to handle, and with these trees everywhere her bow would not end up seeing too much use either. From her hiding place crouched down behind a tree, she looked back at the lodge, trying to spot a path of approach out of sight of any windows.

- "I could try to distract them, claiming i'm here to buy the women."

If she could see a safe approach, she would point it out to Martel and Smallfeather, though adding her preference to not get too close when it came to a fight. Her clothes, nor the face that was vital to her profession, was very much suited to blocking blades.

16:31, Today: Merana Sabravin rolled 6 using 1d6-1d6+1+2.  Spotting a safe approach (Perceptive + Awareness).
Smallfeather
 player, 154 posts
Fri 22 Jun 2018
at 14:48
Chapter 4 (4.1) "The Huntering Lodge"
Smallfeather shook his head. that sounded like an exceptionally poor sort of idea.

"You would likely join the women," he replied to Merana. "And perhaps it is time you change clothes? While the dress is lovely, you have been given armor of the Kingsown. While it isn't especially pretty, blood washes off of it much more easily than out of silk."

He cocked his head towards Martel.

"Well, maybe ask him. He's the expert on dyeing, and I'm more of a 'Not Dying' sort of fellow."
Merana Sabravin
 player, 112 posts
 The wisdom of the poor is
 as a palace in the desert
Fri 22 Jun 2018
at 15:24
Chapter 4 (4.1) "The Huntering Lodge"
- "Not here, if that is what you mean."

Merana cast a brief knowing look at Smallfeather, being able to imagine how well he would appreciate the view just fine, though more as a joke than anything she would blame him for thinking.* She turned back to the lodge.

- "Still, i am faster in this dress, and certainly more skilled at removing myself from danger than actually attempting to fight it, so there wouldn't be much benefit to wearing armor in my case. But for clarity, i was offering to draw them out of that lodge and into this more open area, where we could make a better assessment of their numbers. And if they chase me, that will leave less of them for you to sneak past searching for these women, would it not?"

* Not trying to put words in Smallfeather's mind here, it just fits her character that she assumes he would.
Director
 GM, 347 posts
 For Highdunn
 For the King!
Fri 22 Jun 2018
at 15:29
Chapter 4 (4.1) "The Huntering Lodge"
Merana could hear the rushing of water - that must the the river that the boy Bal had said ran behind the lodge, or in front, he had seemed not entirely sure. The trees obscured the bulk of the structure from view, and the ashen greys of their shade were hard to separate from the approaching gloom of evening. She could see smoke rising from what must be about the centre of the lodge - no doubt a simple but generous hearth served the whole structure.

They approached along the creek bank to the west of the lodge, and to the south-west the treeline rose suggesting a low ridge. Again when she had aided Martel in further interrogating the children they had said as much, a small ridge wrapping around the little riverbank valley where their destination sat.

The ridge, or even a sturdy tree along it, might well prove a valuable vantage. Similarly the riverbank itself, or even the river, might offer an unexpected avenue. She'd had the good sense to ask about the weather over the past few days, and the banks should be muddy rather than swollen.

The river itself flowed from the west, and with a shudder Merana realized that upriver lay goblyn territory. Was that the planned fate of the women of Parr?


OOC: Don't let me interrupt the chatter, that was a decent roll so I felt I should interject with some geography.

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