D12 roll = 6
Durgan nods and begins to move quietly, circling around the pack. He moves from shrub to tall grass, making a dash through an open point and waiting for Sessativa to follow.
He thinks he also sees a figure nearby and points it out to her, leading her towards it.
Sessativa, staying on Durgans heels as he directs her through what cover they can find. Nodding her silent agreement at his indication that something or someone appears to be within their line of sight, she returns her focused attention on the wolves who pose the biggest threat at the moment.
When she noticed how close she was to end of forest, she started sprinting towards it. Hopefully she would find a road and luckily enough, a hint towards her friend, so centered on it she wasn't paying attention to her enviroment.
Sessativa gives a sigh of relief as they clear the threat of the wolves. Loosing sight of what or whom may be up ahead of them towards the forest, she whispers to Durgan asking what he thinks. "Who or what do you think may be up ahead? I lost sight of what it was as I was watching the direction of the wolves to be sure they didn't see us." Sessativa grows serious as she continues east at Durgan's side. Trying to keep a vigilant watch as they continue on towards their destination.
"It couldn't have been an undead, we are too far from the necrotic source. It may have been a traveler or a hunter. They ran off towards the forest. We may catch up by tonight. There may even be another traveling lodge if we're lucky."
After about 10 minutes of walking Durgan gets an idea. "We should try to cover our scent in cases the wolves track us. Here, grab some leaves and rub them on your skin." She had planted the seed in his mind already. He cannot help himself from thinking lewd thoughts as he made his suggestion.
It had been 10 minutes and she already had made it to the exit of the forest, when she finally spotted two figures not far on the distance. Not quite sure what where they she placed her hand over the handle of her sword and shyly waved to them while thinking to herself- If they charge at me or shoot, they're not friendly, if they wave back or show themselves then they are possibly friendly-.
Sessativa dropping her pack for a moment rubbing leaves about her body, turns to Durgan and asks. "Can you rub some on my back, then I'll rub some on yours." With traces of crushed leaves in her hair she turns her back to Durgan so he can rub the leaves scent on her. Feeling flush her body seems to burn with his touch. She turns to him after he has finished rubbing her down with leaves, with a hungry look in her eyes as she meets his gaze she blushes with a soft smile on her lips and waits for him to turn around so she can rub the hand full of leaves she has collected on his back. Gently she rubs the leaves in soft circles on his back consciously trying to entice him.
As she was rubbing him down Sessativa see's something from the corner of her eye, taking her focus from Durgan she strains to see what it is. She gently grabs Durgan's shoulder with one hand and points with her other hand in the direction of the forest. Softly whispering closely in his ear she says. "I think I can see the traveler, and I'm not quite sure but I think he's waving." Not being able to make out anything more then the figure being humanoid and possibly waiving she picks up her pack unconsciously grabbing Durgans hand starts moving toward the figure.
Edited: Canabusis on 11th Sep, 2013 - 7:34am
Coron was making his way north along the tree line, keeping a vigilant eye out for anything or anyone that might attack him from the trees. As he walked, his mind wandered to thoughts of his parents.
10 days earlier, their trading caravan had been attacked by a group of orc slavers. Coron's father and his small group of guards fought bravely to fend off the slavers, but there were too many. All of the guards including Coron's father were slain. At the onset of the attacked, Corons mother had given him a pouch containing 130gp, and ushered out of the back of the camp into the nearby forest. Coron watched, hidden in the trees, as the slavers killed the guards and took the merchants (Including his mother) as slaves. Although Coron was an accomplished fighter, he was still only 16, and knew that he could do nothing but escape with his life and the gold his mother had given him. As he ran away from the attack, anger welled up inside of him, and he vowed that one day he would find those slavers, rescue his mother, and kill those filthy orcs.
Coron's mind returned to his current situation. He had been wandering for days, and he was running low on rations. Suddenly, as he crested a small hill, he could see a figure off in the distance at the edge of the wood line. He wasn't sure what the figure was doing there, so he decided to duck into the trees and proceed closer under the cover of the forest.