"We do not have good sight for darkness, but our ears work."

Tiria gives Izayah a return wink as he goes before she sets up her own tent and bedroll inside.

She leaves them empty however, and instead draws her winter clothes and cloak tighter about her and moves back next to the fire.

"You're welcome to use my tent if you like Radagast, I will not be using it unless the weather takes quite a turn for the worse."

As the conversation wound down, Elisar retired to his tent to get some sleep before his watch.

"Thank you. I may take you up on that offer, but first I think I'll stay up for first watch. I hope whoever is staying up with me from your group doesn't mind." Radagast smiled at Tiria, then turned around in his seat to look outward rather than inward towards the fire.

"The more eyes and ears the better," is all Tiria says with a small smile.

Each of the group settled in for the night while those on first watch (Irsoneic and Radagast) took their places. Irsoneic and Radagast watched for any signs of hostility from the nature around them, but none came as the time passed. Next up for watch was Izayah and just as the others had he too took position to watch for the group's safety. Again the time passed and only peace remained with the group. Soon it was time to wake Tusk. Tusk set himself into position for watch. Nothing came and nothing disturbed the group. Once Tusk finished his watch he woke the next person. Elisar took to his watch with Tiria having been meditating this whole time. They were the lucky ones awake, or at least semi-awake to see the sunrise and rise it did. It dawned into a beautiful morning with birds singing in the trees. Radagast was the first to rise from the sleeping group just in time to catch the last of the night sky disappear. He simply wrapped himself further into his blanket and waited to greet everyone once they were awake.

Sorry about the delays guys I somehow missed that the group was ready.

Once the sun is halfway over the horizon Tiria begins her morning calisthenics and sword-form. The air fogs from her breath and the morning frost crunches gently beneath her feet as she performs the series of deliberate and measured movements.

Satisfied with the warm up exercises, she gently tells those awake that she will go for some more wood and what she can forage then return shortly.

As morning occurs, Tusk rises from his bedroll into the chilly air. Grunting a bit and cursing under his breath, he loosens stiff joints with some obscenely loud pops and crunching noises. Satisfied that his body will last another day, he quickly packs up his campsite with military precision before breaking his fast near the fire.

"Morning," he addresses to anyone who is listening, and to no one in particular.

Izayah woke slowly, consciousness drifting in bit by bit. He rubbed his eyes, stretched, rolled his head around on his neck a bit, and then scrubbed his face a bit with his hands. Then he blinked a few times and looked around. "Mornin'."

Then he roused himself and packed up his gear once more, readying himself for the day.

"Welp, Radagast, it was nice t'meetcha. I wish you well." He lookeda t his companions. "Everyone ready? Let's get movin'."
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After a quick meal, Tusk falls back into the familiar marching order from the previous day and heads out with the others.

After eating her own breakfast and sharing what she had been able to forage, Tiria also breaks down and packs away her tent. She hums pleasantly to herself as she does so, apparently one of those people who is disgustingly pleasant in the morning...

"Let's not waste any daylight then, hopefully we can catch up with this man before he is eaten or freezes to death."

Before they leave Tiria approaches Radagast quietly while the others are busy, "If you do go to Smith's Gambit to get new tools or anything like that you will need gold, I can give you some if you need it."

OOC: If Radagast indicates he needs gold Tiria will give him 10 gp, otherwise she will bid him farewell before heading off with the others.

Elisar smiled as the warmth of the sun broke through the darkness of the night. He felt the warm rays wash over him, and they invigorated his spirit and readied him for the day's forthcoming excursions. As the others stirred he broke his fast and busied himself, putting away his tent and covering the place it had been, just like Izayah had shown him before. A practiced scout would spy his resting place easily enough, but it was enough to avoid a casual glance.

As Tiria hummed he found himself whistling along in time, complementing her pleasant sound. As she glanced over he flashed her a warm smile. He liked morning people!

Soon he was ready to depart. Before he did he spoke once again to Radagast. "Radagast, I thank you for your hospitality last night, it was most welcome to meet a friendly face out here. Will you journey with us awhile, or do you have errands of your own to attend to?"

"Thank you for your offer, it is quite generous of you, but the forest provides what I need." Radagast nods and smiled at Tiria. "I must return to running my errands, but perhaps we'll meet again sometime. For now farewell and and until then." With his goodbyes spoken he tugs his blanket over his shoulders and takes his staff as a walking stick. He begins to walk away back into the Rimewood from whence he came.

Irsoneic made ready to leave with the others, making no comment to Radagast, but giving him a bow of his head instead.

"Farewell then, Radagast. May your road be ever lined with ripe berries and waterfalls of pure spring water." He bowed a theatrical bow to wish their temporary companion adieu.

Turning to the rest of the group he flashed a warm, overly cheerful smile. "Well, gentlemen," he glanced at Tiria and winked. "And, fair lady. Shall we be off?"

Tiria snaps her fingers and points over her shoulder, "Yep, let's make like a tree," she then awkwardly finger guns before heading off into the woods.

Izayah waited patiently as everyone got their gear together and said their goodbyes. Once everyone was ready, he began to head towards where their destination was, or at least in that direction.

With Radagast on his way the group set out on their own toward the direction the druid had given them. It was a brisk morning just like many others had been. The sun held its position tucked behind some rather thin clouds allowing its light to shine thru. With the ranger in the lead finding the right path to follow was easy enough and they made good time too. With everything going smoothly they eventually made their way to a slightly thicker tree with a single branch reaching out. A single owl can be seen perching on this branch, but something soon takes its attention away from the group and off into the distance. Following the owl's gaze the group soon sees something amiss on the ground not too far away. It looks almost like a dark grey cloud racing across the ground, but from this distance it is hard to make out any details. Whatever it is is moving quickly towards the group. It is currently about 60ft away.

Please roll me initiative.

Tiria clocks the incoming cloud, her mouth making an O shape as she realises it's almost upon them.

OOC: 16:25, Today: Tiria Nailo rolled 16 using 1d20+3 with rolls of 13.  Initiative.

Tusk is traveling at the back of the group, and has a hard time seeing past everyone else to see what they're looking at.


04:20, Today: Tusk Bristleback rolled 6 using 1d20+2 ((4)). Initiative

Elisar peered into the near distance, trying to make out what this strange sight was. "It appears a storm cloud has gotten lost and isn't very happy about it," he said in a facetious tone. as he watched the oddity he loosened his rapier in its scabbard and mentally began to prepare same of his magick tricks, just in case.

09:54, Today: Elisar Moonraven rolled 11 using 1d20+2.  Initiative.

Izayah cocked his head at the owl but then as he followed its gaze, his eyes widened a bit and his eyebrows shot upwards very quickly. He looked confusedly and surprisedly at...whatever that was that he didn't recognize.

He cleared his throat and readied his shortswords. "Anyone know what that is?"

11:48, Today: Izayah Hamadrell rolled 18 using 2d20+3, dropping the lowest dice only.  Initiative.

"We know not..." Irsoneic watched the clout approaching, trying to see it clearly enough to know whether he actually did know anything or not.

21:01, Today: Irsoneic rolled 19 using 1d20+3.  Initiative.

Are there rolls we can make to ID it?

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"Rats," Tiria manages as she gets ready to act, "lots of rats!"