PAGE 2 It is nearly mid-morning, the day promises to be one of the warmest of the young spring. The ground, still soft from melting snow, makes for slippery footing as the hunting party slogs southwards, heading to the crossroads. Trees move by in a blur, rocks, scrub brush and thorns tear at exposed skin, the only protesters of your passing.
The crossroads, well, they have been there since before your birth. An old collection of shrines, prayer flags and offerings to various forgotten gods are scattered and heavily dot the site. A series of game paths, most well worn and obvious, all seem to meet here in agreement. Various mud-ceramic vessels litter the place. Some still whole, most cracked and eroded by time, elements and the unknown. It is really is a clearing of sorts. A sanctuary of open sky in a thick old growth.
Jon, obviously is struggling a bit, love of mead replacing fitness. "We, <gasps> we camp here." He lies down on his back chest heaving from the exertion. "Rame! gather some firewood." he orders as he takes a long swig on a black and gray meadhorn. "The rest of you, go find some sign of game, <grumbles>, and don't get lost you mongrels!"
You traveled about 8 - 10 miles, from the sun you guess that you have 3 -4 hours of light left.
Bodulf
No injuries, <8 patrolman> ankle nagging a bit after the journey <13 toughness> it won't be a problem
Ianna
No injuries, <10> A bit winded from jumping from rock to rock in order to avoid the nastiest of the mud puddles
Vladimir
No injuries, <18 rugged> you are in the best condition after the journey, hell, this is normal for you.
Tarn
No injuries, <16 Weak> You handled that trek like a champ. You even surprised yourself!
Hunter's Kit -
3' by 3' square of white/gray goat leather, wrapped inside: 1 skinning knife (short) one gut punch (kinda like a icepick) a small flint stone, a clump of still dry straw tinder (shredded fine) Iron rations (like hard biscuits) and 6 strips of smoked fish (carp
) This is all strapped to your back via 3' long thin leather straps tied in a 'x' < 2 weeks of food if stretched well>
Clan Leathers -
Basically a set of leather armor, with a fur lining, no arm protection, Leather and fur. The rest is up to you (no metal breastplates, chainmail ect.)
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Clan Leathers, HKit, 7' ashen spear (good quality), Nordic Long dagger (average quality) (we call it a short sword)
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Clan Leathers (still clean) Hkit, Oaken longbow (average to low quality, it was in the rain alot) 14 arrows (average quality) (Hunting barbed) 1 'special AP arrow (Bodkin Point) A short knife ( strapped to lower leg) Note: you did not grab a spear you have a bow.
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Clan Leathers, HKit, 2 hook knives - You decided to leave the village at least one of them, you are selfish, not an asshole! lol, winterberries (1 meal) Atake powder, 5' rabbit sinew, 6' ashen spear (low quality) Bearded Axe, strapped on back. (Iron, good quality) heavy oaken shield ( 2 strap design, shoulder to waist coverage, iron studs, average quality)
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Clan Leathers, Hkit, 6' ashen spear (low quality) twin Nordic Long daggers (sheathed, tucked in belt (average to high quality)
- You are heading back the oak tree, to meet Jon, when you get an idea to ask Matilda for something.. "Hmm, maybe she would.. " moving quickly now.. you head to the main Longhouse.. almost bumping you as he bounds down the stairs is Tarn.. obviously in a hurry to get to the tree. Covering your eyes you peer into the smokey and cramped longhouse. The woodsmen are already chowing audibly and Mila is working the firepit, with Matilda serving the men. you attempt to slide past to get to Matilda.. no luck. Jon's voice can be heard through the thick walls of the Longhouse. "Hurry up! Bodulf..! - we- -are- -leaving!" Split between 10' of hungry kinsmen and Jon's ramblings.. you do an about face and step to the tree.
Ianna You move up next to Rame as the party begins to depart. heading down the trail any attempt at you starting a conversation is met with a "not now" look.. However, a few hours into the trek, Jon rounds a bend as he leads the party into a thicket.
"Tell Bodulf, Tarn and Vlad" he whispers.. "he hired Helik sneak thieves.. everyone was drunk at the spring celebration, i was setting up a prank on Jon involving his mead horn, anyway, this fella' was out behind the main Longhouse, and and.. well, i followed him out to the ravine.. and then.. Bjorn grabbed me by the top of my head and pushed me into the snow.. rising up, he ran the sneakthief through with two well placed arrows from your bow! He is still laying down in the ravine. That is how i knew about the arrowheads i told you about in village..." any attempt at further conversation along the trail is ignored.. Jon is too close.
Vladimir You grab the sinew, and two of the hook knives, you figure Ole' Bjorn or Karl may have use of them in the following weeks. Moving along the trail, you find it funny watching Ianna jump rock to rock so her boots don't get dirty. <alert 17> You also notice a whispered conversation between Ianna and Rame as they slog about in front of you. You can't quite make out their words.. but, you do notice Rame is not himself.
Tarn Looking in the pack you see (hunter's kit - see above) <10> You also notice the hushed conversation between Rame and Ianna. This perks your curiosity <cunning 13> you make a mental note. The trek is going very well for you, maybe you just needed the fresh air.
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