Jehundik Vanyik
Physical Traits:
Healthy
Well Fed
Well Rested
Fit
Scabbed cut on left leg,
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
Aged Dull Steel Short-Sword
Worn Boots
Aged Iron Cap
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
-three days worth of Jerky, dried apple and onions.
-one days worth of edible roots, and wild-fruit.
-Four days worth of venison for one person.
-Twenty five feet of straw rope.
-small pouch of poultice herbs (full)
-two rabbit furs
-some feathers suitable for fletching
-leaf wrapped tea herbs
- five silver coins (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)
Rat Sack (half-full)
-Three Aged Iron Spearheads
-Two Rusty Horseshoes
-One Rusty Axehead
Companions
-Maergor:
Healthy, well fed, uninjured, well rested.
Equipment and Provisions:
-Iron-headed Spear
-Two Wooden Fishing Spears
-A short Steel Knife
-Cotton Clothing
-Three days worth of Venison for one person.
-Veila
Healthy, well fed, uninjured, well rested.
Equipment and provisions:
-Iron Hatchet
-A Steel Dagger
-Ragged Gambeson
-Iron Cap
-Iron Bracers
-three Days worth of Venison for one person.
1d20 +2(
archery skill)= 11 VS. Opponents Roll= 9
Wordlessly, and speedily you draw arrow to ear and let fly, not bothering to sight the arrow in the heat of the moment. The arrow whizzes past his leg,cutting him open and slowing down his charge. At his approach, your companions brace for him, Maergor even putting his spearbutt in the ground to recieve the charge.
Your arrow, and Maergor's spear seem to cause him to reconsider his mad dash, and he slows just short of skewering himself. Veila, ever the speedy one, takes advantage of his hesitation to advance upon him, axe swinging. He blocks the axe blow, but recieves a thrust from the butt of Maergors spear in his gut, winding him and bringing him to squirm on the ground just as his companions arrive.
Veila, an edge of growl to her voice, makes the terms clear. "
Take him and get the fuck out of here."
The remaining two, apparently not eager for a fight to begin with, are all too eager to comply. They drag their wounded companion to their campsite, pack their scant possessions and head off down the road, the opposite way you are going.
...
Kellay gives each of you four silver pennies for your trouble, and eager to get underway, makes his wagon ready for the next leg of the trip, promising a hearty meal of salt beef and ale for supper on the next stop.