As Creidne is looking around,she spot a do far out moving generally toward the camp. Too small to be a horse and too big to be a fox. Seems small to be a man too.

Your trip to the stream turns out to be ill advisd asthe current is rushing and tree branches rise up and sink back with out rhyme or reason, getting with in a yard of the stream is asking for trouble.

You can do a DX -2 die roll if you wish to risk it.

In reply to Master of Fates (msg # 25):

Troels was a bit reluctant to get too involved with the women just yet, though he looked them all over, before setting up his tent and offering the group basics he had brought for the use of all.

He spent much of the evening fishing, without too much luck  before hitting the sack for the night. Next morning, he was up early, breaking camp and packing his stuff, wondering how to get across the rivers. Or if he wanted to, when he saw the naked women in the morning. He was not a fan of rich snobs, but that was pretty uncharacteristic for a rich snob...

He is far too distracted to notice the approaching creature, though he does, as always, have his weapons on him.

"You ladies looking for water for a bath, or just making it hard for a guy to ignore you deliberately?"

In reply to Troels 'Longspear' Brynjolf (msg # 26):

The stream is hardly fit for fishing... you'd have lost your line! The water is dirty, flowing very fast and full of debris.

Over time the dot approaches and becomes a red something ... it takes a while longer to see that it is a human figure walking toward you. By midday the warf, for indeed that he is, and wears a red tabard.
The red tabard makes him a mercenary from a peculiar dwarven cult that has a reputation for getting it done, odds be damned. Their reputation is somewhat like that of the Texas Rangers in United States.

In reply to Master of Fates (msg # 27):

The Dwarf, makes his way down the towards the river and the camp and the gaggle of occupants, stopping some hundred or so steps off, as he places a hand in his mouth and whistles shrilly to draw attention to himself. Then he holds up his right hand, palm up and facing outward in a gesture of greeting.

In reply to Hessum Irontree (msg # 28):

Troels notices the newcomer is more in the line of work he is in, but perhaps more experienced. He approaches him smartly, lowering his axe and shield.

"Well met. What brings you out here?"

In reply to Troels 'Longspear' Brynjolf (msg # 26):

"Our people are not ashamed of our bodies.  That and we were looking forward to bathing often. Alas it looks as if the river is too wild."

Kiley says as she tends the fire. She glances down at Creidne. She obviously cares deeply about her friend.


"I chould have the fire ready for cooking here shortly."

Disappointed with not having a morning bath, Creidne goes back to camp and gets dressed.She then gets out a pot from Kiley's stuff and places it over the fire. Into the pot goes water from her waterskin and some oats.

"The river's still bad. I would not want to try and cross right now."

Her morning routine includes weapon practice with Kiley. While the pair are the same age it's apparent that Creidne is better at combat. It's not so much that she's more skilled but she has more innate ability.

When the Dwarf shows up she is wary but open to listening.

Seen 'em before, mercenaries, but honest and fight like a Mother Bear protecting her young.

Creidne looks from the dwarf to Blythe.

"We have other Dwarves we have met. Most of them are merchants trading with us surface folk. their weapons are very good. Others are outlawed for some reason by their kin and kicked to the surface. Many of those are bandits."

Creidne holds up her axe. The head on top of the finely carved and decoratively scorched handle has a flowing grain of pattern welded steel. The level of craftsmanship shows the attention of a master smith or a dwarf.

In reply to Troels 'Longspear' Brynjolf (msg # 29):

[OOC note: I am operating under the assumption that Creidne is speaking to him in Celtic, as it makes a small difference]

The Dwarf looks from Creidne's hand to his face and back to his hand as he drops his hand down, palm facing upward, shaking it back and forth: "Hello. You know is over water road?"

He continues to gesticulate, pointing to his eye and then up and down the riverbank, before bowing his hand and running in the shape of an arch in front of him. His face is impassive as his eyes look to the women, then back to Creidne's hands.

In reply to Hessum Irontree (msg # 34):

Troels smirks. Mercenaries. Dwarven or human, it did not matter...a pretty woman and the men doo not even get noticed! He stays where he is an watches the exchange.

LOOK! The water is going down in the stream!

Blythe promptly starts loading her stuff helter skelter, then leads her hastily packed horse down to the stream, stops and then starts across, the water being about ankle high and carrying much less large debris...  she heads to a rise on the opposite bank.

Creidne answers in broken Dwarven.

"I speak little dwarf. Road open now"

Creidne then looks to a packing Kiley.

"The river has gone down. I'll go across and meet yeh there."

Creidne then walks by Troels and down to the river. She looks over the crossing and then follows Blythe. On the other side she looks around while waiting for her friend.

Kiley has Creidne and her own stuff packed away quickly and efficiently. Everything has a place to go and is secured. She then leads her own horses down to the river. Rather than ride the chariot across the river she guides the horses. That way she could pick out the path the horses took across the river.

probably an Ice Jam, move fast for it will be hell to pay when it breaks.  She yells to thosee who can hear her

In reply to Blythe of Portage (msg # 39):

Having been ignored so far, Troels heads back for his beast and proceeds to cross over...

Hessum looks from Troels to Creidne and back, addressing Creidne in Dwarvish: "Is there a Bridge?"

Examining the river, he looks up and down the waterway, looking for a better ford or way to cross.

Hessum, seeing no better option, hastily fords the river.

Blythe Waves everyone up on the rise with her and starts a small fire to heat water.


it is about 10 minutes before a loud cracking rumbling noise comes from up streaam and a huge flood of ice, trees and only the Lord knows what else thunders down the stream bed in an eight foor high wall.

Creidne watches the flash flood with detached interest. She had seen such things before and would probably see them again. The power of the river spirit being shown was impressive and even a giant would be swept away by the current.

She turns from the river and walks into camp.

"Since we seem to be traveling together let us introduce ourselves. I am Creidne daughter of Tristan. That is my companion Kiley."

She gestures to Kiley who is setting up camp for the pair.

In reply to Creidne (msg # 44):

Troels made it across the stream in good time, and continued to travel further from the creek, to be safe. By the time the flash flood was on its way,, he was a good deal higher than those that had stopped.

The water briefly come about half way up the rise but quickly receds back close to it's banks.

I am Blythe , of Clan Colla. My Father is Declan. I had to leave as I turned down an older man's desire for my body, regretably it required that I kill him, but I kept hs horse and such gear as i could clean enough to keep.

In reply to Blythe of Portage (msg # 46):

With the receding water Troels considered for a few moments before returning to the others, just in time to hear Blythes introduction.

"Pleased to meet you Blythe. Troels, and I am an axe for hire, from no great linage."

Blythe smiles and nods Troels way an how did you come o be called long spear?