1. Introduction; A Decent Proposal

[connivingsumo]

Biz: MU

Takes any food from Misha's that we could eat in the next day or two - including any spices, flour, etc.

[greyarea]

Tret, rogue

"Oh Mr Wizard gets to take food but we have to leave coin?"

[Scalydemon]

Marion - Hobbit

Is fine in the front or rear of the main group(wherever she is needed). She is ready to step out

[tumblingdice]

Day 8, Nytdain, Thaumont 8th, Dymrak Forest

With your marching order established, you continue your journey on foot toward Sukiskyn. Tret and Jarek set a healthy pace for the vanguard. Renardius and Athelsan, not wanting to be outdone by a couple of Traladaran peasants from the Black Eagle Barony, push the rest of you in the main guard to keep moving. Soldath and Bizenghast, free of armor and heavy weapons, have no problem keeping up. Igli and Marion most likely share a differing opinion...

Oi! What about the dwarf? Huff puff, huff puff!

You heard many tales as a child about the horrors rumored to lurk within the depths of the Dymrak Forest. In the light of day, though, with the sun shining through the budding branches, you have trouble reconciling these tales with the beauty that surrounds you. Woodland creatures go about their business, from the rustle of squirrels in the undergrowth to the occasional glimpse of a deer bounding across the path up ahead. Puddles from last night's rain flood some parts of the road, but they impede your progress just enough to force you to rest once in a while and enjoy yourselves. As you break for lunch you vow that, should you ever meet Misha in this world, you'll be sure to thank her for the staples she provided.

As the day wears on, the sun begins to set behind you, pulling night with it as daylight fades. A twilight hush settles over the forest, along with complete stillness amongst the shadowy trees on either side of the trail. A whiff of wood-smoke reaches your nostrils.

Then the silence is broken! A faint cry drifts on the evening breeze. Ahead, you catch a glimpse of flames rising beyond the trees. The sounds grow louder; shouts of men mingle with harsh, guttural war-cries and the clash of battle, while the flames grow higher, bathing the forest in a pink glow.

Actions?

[Spanningtree]

Soldath - Mage

Something sinister is afoot ahead. We should be nearing Sukiskyn... the sounds must emanate from there. Let us press on assuming the worst. Soldath will draw a dart.

[badams30]

Athelstan - battle-crazed guy

To Igli, with a slight smirk: "Ah, what's this? I think it's time to sharpen our blades on the enemy this night..." Athelstan draws his sword and starts to pick up the pace, saying to the group and nobody in particular "be alert, friends... evil is afoot!" Athelstan won't leave any slower members, but he clearly wants to make his way to the action quickly.

[Scalydemon]

Marion - Hobbit

Pulls out a throwing axe with a twinkle in her good eye. "Aye, A battle rages ahead it seems. Mayhap not our fight, but by the rood I'll be damned if I sit by without at least an inquiry."

[Adapt]

Jarek - thief

Jarek readies his bow and creeps ahead to get a better look at what is going on.

[kipper]

Renardius (Cleric)

Renardius also picks up the pace to meet the presumed foe. "Whoever it is, it looks as though they are up to no good!"

[rredmond]

Axe at the ready, Igli jogs to keep up with Athelstan, Marion, and Renardius. Just smiling away and humming another dwarven blood thirsty hymn.