The company follows the road leading East out of Kendor, passing the forbidding heights of the great castle and the scattering of farms that dot the fringes of this settlement of Man. After half an hour or so the main road turns North-East, but a well-worn dirt track continues to hug the coast line as it gradually ascends into towering cliffs commanding magnificent views out across the sea. This is the path you now follow.
It is a beautiful day. White clouds scud across the blue sky where the sun shines down on you benignly, the air is brisk with the tang of sea salt and the first of the Spring-time flowers – purple elf gown, white star dew and golden ladies fancy – are beginning to gem the cliff tops with their radiance. Sea birds readying nests – razorbills, guillemots, kittiwakes and gulls – are all raising their voices in the song of the spring shoreline.
In short, it is a gorgeous spring afternoon, and company spirits are high...
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Finnegan moves up between the guard and the point man(whoever that is) in cast the dwarf stumbles and falls back. He takes out his buckler and sling, in case the birds decide he's food. He decided to keep to the side of the cliff wall, for Hobbits, born as they were in burrows, were not accustomed to high views, for those are for the elves.
"Oh, I was hoping we would go underground. Nebless would probably love it down there," says he.
Banoc walks beside Master Ho with his spear and buckler in hand. Although the day is pleasant, Banoc knows that danger may be hidden and spring upon them at any moment. He keeps his guard up and his eyes keep a steady watch upon the road ahead and the land beside the road.
As he walks and watches, however, Banoc does sneak glances at the strange symbols covering the wizards staff trying to make sense of them.
Our doughty band continues East along the cliff-tops. De Morsac scans the path with his tracker’s eye, seeing what secrets he can read in the dirt...
L1IQSR. Die roll: 3+2 + 9 + Tracking skill = 18. Failure! AP gained: 5.
...but beyond the fact that the path sees light but fairly regular use, he can discern little.
The hours pass. Kendor is lost to sight behind the rise and fall of the cliffs. The sun marches across the sky until she begins to sink slowly into the West, a ball of red gold against the gleaming ocean. Gradually the first hints of dusk begin to paint the early evening sky purple.
You are atop the cliffs surveying this beautiful sunset. Night is not far off. Do you wish to think about making camp, or would you rather press on?
Post by ProfGremlin on Jul 10, 2012 21:48:35 GMT -5
The Cliff Trail...
Once the party is clear of the outlaying huts and shacks, Flick once more takes to the air. The little faerie delights in dancing in and out of the air currents along the cliff's edge. As with all faerie, he keeps an eye on the sky to avoid the possibility of becoming some predator's meal. True to his word, as they pass the flowers gracing the cliff tops, Flick offers his learned opinion on them to Nebless, suggesting various uses for them.
The day wears on and Flick considers the possibility of a foray for eggs among the cliff dwelling birds. It could certainly offer a useful bit of protein to our meals but at one egg at a time, I'm not sure I could bring back enough to justify the risk of running afoul of the birds... Still, he keeps the thought in the back of his mind.
The sun eventually lays a gleaming red-gold path across the oceans waves and Flick hears a suggestion from Nebless, "Better we look for a good defensive spot for the night before it get's too dark and continue in the morning." With the agreement of the hobbit, Finnegan. Flick offers, "I could take a look from up high and see if there is a useful spot to pitch camp for the night."
Who knows, he thinks, Maybe Mother Aich was right and the dog took off out of town... Perhaps if the Mother is smiling I'll even find him out here. Flick considers the likelihood of such an event and decides that optimism is the best policy. He waits to hear how the group wants to proceed with scouting for a camping space.
"He tricked me once." thought Ruby. "Shame on him..... but he'll not trick me twice. He probably doesn't even HAVE a spare pair of those pants. They are surely incredibly rare and value... the red tinted almost saffron.
The human wearing them is handsome, and smells of scented oils. He WILL bathe. ( unlike that stinking dwarf most likely)"
Ruby follows the crew in "stealth mode", skittering from rock outcrop, to bush, to boulder, then "hiding" to peak around and see how far ahead the group has gotten. As usual the tall, crooked tip of her red hat, or her very flared velvet skirt reveal her actual position.
Its a miracle really, that Banoc didn't see her when he looked around.
While there is little in the way of boulders and nothing in the way of caves as he moves down from the clifftops and inland, Flick does manage to locate a small copse of blackthorn trees that should provide a degree of both protection from the elements and cover for a fire.
Assuming the company wishes to camp here the night, do you intend to set any watches? If so, who and when?
"This should do," he says. "We'll keep the fire small and low to be sure no one passing by sees it in the night. That being said, we should keep plenty of tinder and wood nearby so we can get it going strong quickly should we be approached by wild beasts."
Banoc nods at Finnegan's suggestion of a watch.
"There are seven of us so it should be simple. Seven one hour shifts? We can draw lots to see who goes when."
Banoc collects seven twigs then makes them each a different length. He holds them in his hand so each appears the same.
"The shorter the twig the later the watch," he says.
OOC: In other words I'm ok with randomizing the watch schedule.