ooc: I was not really keen on the idea of posting in the party leader thread. I kept putting it off not being in a super big hurry. Once I was reading posts I started to realize Namdar had actually already posted our desire to go south, and had pretty mutch everything in his post that I posted. So I apologize if I overstepped my, I don't know what to call it. It was just to scoot this along a bit.
Oliron will put on his full helmet if he sees and guards coming from the north. He wonders who actually could be identified by the hooded man. Himself definitely, but beyond that, everyone else was hidden pretty well in the forest.
* Time will tell * He thinks.
ooc: I was like surprised by the last update I mean after waiting all this time there isn't really anything to say but we keep going south. Weird.
ooc: What's further south? I thought we were headed back to the stronghold... Actually, never mind I just started playing in this server so I don't want to look like an idiot. Just ignore me.
ooc: Oh well someone please update the party leader thread to say we're going south nothing to like wait or talk about just to say that.
Beast while walking thinks about his future bowl of roasted deer meat.
Namdar goes through his acting and disguise kits, mixes up a good couple of batches of foundation and topical applications, and obscures and reconfigures the advisor's horse's most obvious and memorable marking, adding new splotches, recoloring, etc. Which should pass most casual inspections - just in case. Namdar turns the horse to the others, a questioning look on his face. After a few shrugs from the others, he nods to himself and the horse, satisfied.
"Southward ho," he says dramatically in a loud voice, with a grand sweeping overhead gesture of his arm into a pointing finger. Again, after a few shrugs from the others, he nods to no one in particular, and leads the horse on, vaguely remembering they were still technically within enemy orc territory. Perhaps there is a curse on this land where the Duke has made his demesnes, thinks Namdar to himself as he pats the horse, the others have been overly restless and at times unfathomable. He puts it down to road fatigue, as he was not used to traveling with people for any amount of time, in this open-road method, only in caravans.
OOC: Done, just waiting now, as we continue south.
Krusten walks. She wonders if half orcs and hmans are always this slow. She keeps her eyes on the new Elf in case she has any alter motive not yet apparent.
"I'm feeling a bit tired guys. Think it might be time to camp for the night?" Oliron is drenched in sweat.
SA: Camp for the night then continue south to the farm.
Edited: Oliron on 31st Mar, 2010 - 3:17am