With their information gathered and their preparations made, Malkus, Alban, Wightvane, Sai, Azu, and Brohm set out for their adventure. It was a bright morning with snowflakes only lightly falling. It was brisk, but only slightly more so than usual. As the group sets out from Hexia's she wishes them well just as the chief does as the group leaves the Fierce Hearts village. A few of the guards follow suit and wave as well, all only wishing the best.

Malkus returns their waves, and heads confidently into the Rimewood.

I'm good assisting if someone else wants to walk in front with me, but otherwise I'm happy to take point.

Brohm steps aside for a brief moment, speaking with the chief in his gravelly dep voice.  "I have spoken with Smith.  He will be sending some food and a message.". Then returns to the group.  His voice is calm but firm.  "I will take point.". He responds to Malkus, though he is addressing everyone.  "Give me two longbows far shot distance, then follow.  I will mark the trail as I go.  Can I see your map Alban?"

Brohm will be mapping as they travel.  which is NOT to say others can't as well.
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Malkus gives the dwarf a few moments head start, and then proceeds to follow about a quarter of a mile behind him.

Alban hands Brohm a piece of paper and replies, "Here is a copy of our map from the last time we went to the magical fountain.  It should help you navigate our way there.  I do have an owl familiar that I use to help scout ahead for any threats, so if you see her in the sky following you that's why."

Alban then gets out his broom, straddles it, and hovers off the ground.  "If you plan to be that far ahead of the group most of the time then I do has a sending stone you could borrow to help keep in contact with the main group." He shrugs a little.  "It's your choice."

The man wanted two long shots worth of distance between them? If he was surprised by a powerful enemy he could very well be dead before the party could even reach him. Still, it was his own choice, so the risks were his to take if he really wanted to.

"Many of us are melee combatants. I am skilled at range as well, so I will take the rear guard this time."

"Your map was well made.". Brohm rumbles in his gravelly bass voice.    "How does your sending stone work?". He waits briefly as Alban responds.

In reply to Brohm of Clan Stonehelm (msg # 7):

"by holding one of the stones you are able to telepathically send me a message if you should need some help."

"How long will they last?  Can they be used to communicate trail conditions, and instruction?"

"The magic in the stones work once per day and will allow you to send a telepathic message of 20 words or less to me.  The range is unlimited, so if you need to contact the group in an emergency the sending stone may be of use to you."

Sai adjusts his pack as the group is setting out, testing the tension of his bowstring idly as they walk.  As Alban and Brohm are working out details, an agitated hoot can be heard from under the hood of Sai's cloak.  "Make that two owls," he says as a tiny owl briefly peeps her head out before retreating into the relative warmth of the cloak.  "If she's willing," he finishes with a shrug and a smile.

"I can also communicate silently over shorter distances.  Perhaps half a bowshot, maybe less.  Less useful for scouting, but I can reach you if you want a look above the treeline," he finishes, glancing appreciatively at Alban on his broomstick.

"I'll take one with me then.  Thank you.". Brohm replies to Alban.  Then addresses both Alban and Said.  "Don't give away my position with your owls, and their company will be welcome."

Azu is busy fiddling with her new wonderful bag of animals. She opened it and turned it upside down...nothing. She shook it...nothing. "Maybe there is a secret word or something. Hmmm..."

Sai smiles as Azu fiddles with her bag. "Hold on, I think I might know what's wrong." He gently takes the bag, flips it right-side-out, and holds it in front of the clown. "You're not being silly enough. Now, close your eyes, say the silliest word you can think of, and reach into the bag!"

Azu grinned and nodded. She closed her eyes, trusting Sai. As she reached into the bag She said, "Doodlebag."
A real word, meaning Bagpipes.
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Azu please roll me a d8.

"I will leave a scrap of orange cloth to mark the trail.  take them with you as you pass them.". So saying, Brohm moves off to scout ahead.  He quickly blends into the forest ahead.

03:14, Today: Brohm of Clan Stonehelm rolled 17 using 1d20+5 with rolls of 12.  Perception .

03:14, Today: Brohm of Clan Stonehelm rolled 13 using 1d20+6 with rolls of 7.  Stealth.


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