Re: Tyranny of Dragons: Chapter 0 - Calm Before the Storm
After the two begin crawling off to scout ahead Sefira moves forward and gently elbows Garrett, and with a wink says "Don't worry "Good-luck", I will stick back and keep ya safe."
What Garret can see with his perception:
The group gathered around the wagon are all wearing armor, probably leather or hide, can't really tell. But you notice they are all armed with long blades on their hips, probably a scimitar from the shape of the curve.
The wagon is loaded with what looks like burlap sacks one of which can be seen to move from time to time. From the look of the wagon it is likely the farmer's stolen wagon and his two horses.
As Gregar and Brock approach:
Crawling this distance over hard dirt and over rocky spots while trying to keep below the grass line and not cause a noticeable disturbed trail in the grass is not as easy a task as one would expect, and is not a fun exercise; indeed it is a laborious endeavor of fortitude as your muscles begin to scream from strenuous activity they are not used to and the heat of the day begins to take it's toll.
But for all the discomfort and pain; the effort paid off in the form of arriving at the wagon unnoticed. As you approach you are able to make it to within twenty feet of the wagon before stopping.
The group consists of six individuals, five men, and one buxom redhead. One man who is working switching out a damaged wagon axle with a new one, and the other five arrayed in a five pointed defense perimeter about ten feet out from the wagon. All dressed with time worn and well used leather armor, and on each of their hips is a scimitar.
A large man missing his left eye groans. "Ugh... it's hot as hell out here, you done yet?"
Another man balding with some grey in his beard shouts back. "Shut it Havos. This is going to take time, and the more you pester me the longer it is going to take!"
Towards the left side of the camp a scrawny tanned man pipes up. "yeah; shut it Havos, all you had to do today was be a getaway driver, I had to sit in a putrid house for ten hours, with Mr. Personality over there, who used up all my bolts by the way!" he says throwing a thumb up over his shoulder pointing to another man in the formation who stands stoically methodically petting a white rabbit.
A few moments pass and the redheaded woman speaks up. "I think it's obvious that the circus isn't coming Dallon." She says to the man petting the rabbit, and walking to the wagon reaching into the back and pulling out a canteen from it and drinking, watching as one of the burlap sacks moves reflexively away from her briefest of glancing touches.
Without looking back to the woman the man speaks with a voice as though it were gravel. "You will get back in formation Reyshanel..." He says in a tone that implies some sort of authority. Then Reyshanel turns and leans against the wagon throwing both of her arms up on the railing as one might when reclining on a couch, and says "Or what? You're just an initiate like us you don't out rank any of us, and if I recall correctly Cyanwrath gave me this mission to bring him the acrobat for his harem, and it was me who asked Mondrath for you on my team, so if you think about it... I am the one in charge here, not you." She said with a smirk looking about the other members of the group until a loud squealing can be heard before a sick snapping noise and a thud.
The man now known as Dallon callously and without averting his gaze calmly snapped the neck of the rabbit and dropped it to the ground. This action caused the whole group to ready their weapons and turn to face him; for her part Reyshanel's smirk was gone and she was dead serious now hand on her scimitar.
Dallon spoke again. "I will make cultist, Reyshanel. I have spent years trying and have had to work my way up the initiate ladder the hard way..." He says turning around to face Reyshanel. "I was never able to flash a pretty smile and suck a dick to jump to the top of the ladder, and if you cost me my place I will destroy you in ways you have never even imagined."
Just then the older gentleman working on the wagon piped up. "Alright you morons get back in formation and keep an eye out, I don't want anything to keep me from the raid on Greenest, I have had my eye on this cute bar wench for a week now, not to mention her father's coin purse."
Dallon and Reyshanel continued to stare each other down before Reyshanel smirked again and relaxed. "We can settle this later Dallon, preferably in bed. Bishop is right we can't let anything hold us up, the raid will be our time to shine, and besides Bishop there is old, fat, and balding, this raid is his only hope to get with Kalsey." She says as they all begin to laugh, except for the man working on the wagon who chides back, "Fuck you Reyshanel!"
The woman once again takes her place in formation and the group goes back to monitoring their surroundings, and silence falls across the camp save the hammering by Gace on the axle.
This message was last edited by the GM at 15:50, Mon 13 July 2020.