Jehundik Vanyik
Physical Traits:
Healthy
Well Fed
Well Rested
Uninjured
Fit
Skills:
Local Folklore: +5
Woodsmanship: +4
Herbalism: +4
Archery: +2
Spear Fighting: +2
First Aid: +2
Gardening: +2
Possessions:
Sturdy Hunting Bow
Thick Fur Cloak
Sharp Steel Knife
Worn Boots
Several sets of Woodsman's Clothes (including leather belt and cotton trousers and shirt.)
Belted waterskin (full, holding a litre and a half of water)
Hip Quiver (Full)
-Twenty-four ash-tipped arrows.
A Satchel (mostly full)
-Extra Bowstrings
-Five Tallow Candles
-flint
-a whetstone
-Nine days worth of Jerky, dried apple and onions.
-Twenty five feet of straw rope.
-small pouch of poultice herbs (full)
-silver coin (an eye on one side, a shattered spear on the other)
-Set of Herbalists Tools (Including mortar, pestle, and small blades capable of precisely hooking or cutting under good lighting.)
-A Small Book of Cantrips (read by candlelight)
Companions
-Maergor:
Healthy, well fed, uninjured, well rested.
-Seven days worth of smoked fish for one person.
-Veila
Healthy, well fed, uninjured, well rested.
-Five days worth of Goat Cheese and bread for one person
Seeing as you've lost control of the situation you ask Veila to take over speaking with the soldier, who sighs deeply, clearly aggravated by your delay.
1d20= 18
Veila steps forward, hands up in a gesture of peace."
Neither we nor you want trouble i am sure. We're just peaceful travellers, not likely to cause trouble or be of any harm to anyone. Just let us go in peace and you will be able to return to attending your own affairs."
One of the soldiers draws his blade when your companion finishes speaking, and you notice Maergor visibly tense and ready his spear. The lead soldier however, snaps at his own man. "
Enough! These country bumpkins have wasted enough of our time already. I doubt they have anything of value anyway. Lets continue to the farmstead and be that much closer to being done with these local backwaters." At that the soldier turns to you, "
Continue south until you reach the road, that's the edge of my lords territory. I don't want to see you linger here, or bothering coming to Fish-Fork for supplies. Everything available is needed for the war effort, and i won't have our people helping those who refuse to contribute. Now go."
With that concluded, the men ride away, leaving you free to do as you will, and free for Veila to curse the name of the "Smug Cunt."