Let the Hunt Begin

[Michael Briggs]

With Angel descending from the sky, he is quickly under cover of the trees.  The knight, not to be deterred, comes crashing through the canopy of the forest after the cleric.

"You heathen priest, prepare to die by the decree of the Order of the Yellow Rose!"  The man's eyes scream out of an intense fury, not like barbarian's, more like a fanatical zealot. 

[Bob G.]

Any question of whether or not to attack these people being resolved by
flyboy's war cry to Angel (not that there wasn't a part of Cal'Shir that
was rooting for the aggressor) he wasn't going to let Angel fight alone.
Whispering arcane words, he felt the power wash over him. Calling as
quietly to Karckok in the clearing as he could, he instructed "Take my
horse and get going, I'll catch up as best I can." With that he moved
toward the impending battle, using the noise of the zealot crashing
through the trees to cover his own noise as much as possible, slowing
down as necessary to sneak up on the intruder, pulling out his darts as
he closes the distance.

[Loki]

Synxol moves to his horse and mounts, wondering if he should have been
paying closer attention to what was going on plan-wise. Taking his
cues from those around him, he is prepared to run or fight; though he
is unsure if Shyam is worth bleeding for.

[Michael New]

As Smithy sees Angel dropping fast, and the aggressor still attacking, he spurs his horse forward to where it looks like the two will meet on the ground.  He pulls out his flaming sword.

[Russ]

Gathering up Cali'Shir's horse, Karchok turns and looks at the unfolding scene before him.  Having a feeling that the flying knight was just the scout, the half-orc frowns.  He wasn't about to spilit the party up.  That and all this talk of "catching up" wasn't happening after he summons up the power to rapidly grow the forest.  On top of the old magics he had used to enrich the area to help purge the demon taint, it would be interesting to say the least.
The druid keeps his black eyes of the flying warrior, trying to puzzle out if his flight came a spell or some magical trinket
"Hey!" Karchok turns his head slightly to look at his sister.  He didn't want to call her out by name, just in case.  "Can you tell what gives him his flight?" the half-orc asks of his sister with an excited smile lighting his face.

[Jbizzle]

Rashear growls slightly, knowing now that the group would be forced
to combat the order of the Yellow Rose, on closer to the order's terms
not the groups. He moves closer to the combatants, hoping that Angel
would get the warrior closer to the group, that way Rashear's blades
could join in the battle. ' If we survive this we'll need to have a
talk with the priest.' he thinks while observing the fray.

[rpgamer]

The priest manages to land as planned, swiftly, about 80' from his
party and horses. Hearing the Yellow Rose knight crashing through the
tree canopy. he directs a quick spell at his frothing foe, attempting
to dispell any magical enhancements he may have, including flying. He
would love to watch the sight of the knight crash land before him.

After observing the knight's landing (hopefully crash), Angel notes
his equipment and magical attributes. Then with a witty comment, the
cleric moves 60' with his own enhanced speed toward his group. "Yellow
is the color of cowards! You shame your false god!"

Breaking into the camp clearing about 20' from the others, he yells,
"The Yellow Rose has found us, no doubt for the witch!" He resists the
urge the chastise them for not fleeing while they could. Why not take
this one out now, then flee. Really weaken and piss the rest of them
off. "We have a chance to take one of them out now, before the others
catch up by foot, a couple of minutes behind this one."

[Don Alley]

Quentin liked the idea of Divide on Conquer. Taking out one of them in an isolated way improved their chances of victory tremendously.

He slunk back into the woods for cover, turning off his disguise of Shyam for more suitable stealth apparel. There, he waited for the Yellow Rose to appear.

He'd have to learn to trust Cal'Shir more. Quentin figured the group would make a hasty departure, but nothing they did seemed hasty. It looked like Cal'Shir knew the group would make a lethargic retreat at best.

He drew his rapier and waited.

[Andrew Airmet]

Tempus immediately moves into action when he hears Angel shouting out.  Tempus dismounts quickly, and readies his weapon and shield for the Yellow Rose member.

[Loki]

With a tongue click, Synxol's heels impact the flanks of his mount,
and his fingers tighten on the reins to brace against the inevitable
momentum shift of his horse's movements, the sorcerer starts on a
course directly for the jaundiced flower.

Showing his hands to be empty, the fey-touched human rides using only
his leg muscles to hold on, Synxol hails the approaching man, "There
must be a misunderstanding and need not be bloodshed this day. Let us
lower our weapons and raise glasses together as friends."

He approaches far too close to be safe from any attacks the member of
the Yellow Rose might launch.

[Leslie]

Closing any distance between her and him so that her voice doesn't carrt, Shyam looks at Karchok questioning, "should I use any of my powers if that is what they are tracking?"

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[Erek]

Watching Angel's descent, a bemused grin crosses Keryth's face at how
fitting that description is for the Hunter Wraith priest. The grin
turns quickly into a thin line as the Yellow Rose warrior crashes down
a ways off, his words none too friendly. Watching his companion's
reactions, Keryth hastily brings his bow off his shoulder; notching an
arrow with fluidity born of years of practice. In a heartbeat he
let's the arrow loose, hoping it finds purchase.

[Russ]

"Um, I think they know we are here.  At least this short lived nutter does.  I am getting ready to deal with his companions who are hopefully following on the ground," Karchok says, looking back to Shyam.  Turning his eyes back to the the Yellow Rose hunter, the druid sees Synxol moving up.  'What is he doing?,' the half-orc wonders.

[Don Alley]

Quentin holds steady still, waiting to see if the foolish warrior springs forth into glorious battle. He relished the idea of 6 against 1.


(Tech: Readied action, will charge in and sneak attack when the dolt is in range and Quentin has a flank buddy)

[rpgamer]

If Synxol rides past Angel, the cleric makes no attempt to stop him.
It's right that the feyman should be a shield for the priest and give
him more time to attack the knight unmolested.

[Jbizzle]

" Well fools will rush in, and I think we just found the Yellow
Rose's king." Rashear says with a sly smile, move closer, so he can
attack the knight when he comes into view Rashear draws both of his
blades.

[Michael Briggs]

Watching Angel's descent, a bemused grin crosses Keryth's face at how fitting that description is for the Hunter Wraith priest.  The grin turns quickly into a thin line as the Yellow Rose warrior crashes down a ways off, his words none too friendly.  Watching his companion's reactions, Keryth hastily brings his bow off his shoulder; notching an arrow with fluidity born of years of practice.  In a heartbeat he let's the arrow loose, hoping it finds purchase.

Only the first arrow strikes true while the other flies feet from the knight.  The man seems surprised from the attack, but continues his frothing advance on the cleric.

Tempus immediately moves into action when he hears Angel shouting out.  Tempus dismounts quickly, and readies his weapon and shield for the Yellow Rose member.  He still stands 80' from the knight.

Synxol moves to his horse and mounts, wondering if he should have been paying closer attention to what was going on plan-wise.  Taking his cues from those around him, he is prepared to run or fight; though he is unsure if Shyam is worth bleeding for.

Quentin liked the idea of Divide on Conquer. Taking out one of them in an isolated way improved their chances of victory tremendously.

He slunk back into the woods for cover, turning off his disguise of Shyam for more suitable stealth apparel. There, he waited for the Yellow Rose to appear. 

He'd have to learn to trust Cal'Shir more. Quentin figured the group would make a hasty departure, but nothing they did seemed hasty. It looked like Cal'Shir knew the group would make a lethargic retreat at best.

He draws his rapier and waits.

Gathering up Cali'Shir's horse, Karchok turns and looks at the unfolding scene before him.  Having a feeling that the flying knight was just the scout, the half-orc frowns.  He wasn't about to spilit the party up.  That and all this talk of "catching up" wasn't happening after he summons up the power to rapidly grow the forest.  On top of the old magics he had used to enrich the area to help purge the demon taint, it would be interesting to say the least.  

The druid keeps his black eyes of the flying warrior, trying to puzzle out if his flight came a spell or some magical trinket

"Hey!" Karchok turns his head slightly to look at his sister.  He didn't want to call her out by name, just in case.  "Can you tell what gives him his flight?" the half-orc asks of his sister with an excited smile lighting his face.

Any question of whether or not to attack these people being resolved by flyboy's war cry to Angel (not that there wasn't a part of Cal'Shir that was rooting for the aggressor) he wasn't going to let Angel fight alone. Whispering arcane words, he felt the power wash over him. Calling as quietly to Karckok in the clearing as he could, he instructed "Take my horse and get going, I'll catch up as best I can." With that he moved toward the impending battle, using the noise of the zealot crashing through the trees to cover his own noise as much as possible, slowing down as necessary to sneak up on the intruder, pulling out his darts as he closes the distance.

The priest manages to land as planned, swiftly, about 80' from his party and horses. Hearing the Yellow Rose knight crashing through the tree canopy. he directs a quick spell at his frothing foe, attempting to dispell any magical enhancements he may have, including flying. He 

would love to watch the sight of the knight crash land before him.

The knight's spell of flying suddenly gives way while the man is twenty feet in the air.  Without the spell to hold him, he comes crashing down harder than he was previously, landing on his front side.  

After observing the knight's landing, Angel notes his equipment and magical attributes. Then with a witty comment, the cleric moves 60' with his own enhanced speed toward his group. "Yellow is the color of cowards! You shame your false god!"

Breaking into the camp clearing about 20' from the others, he yells, "The Yellow Rose has found us, no doubt for the witch!" He resists the urge the chastise them for not fleeing while they could. Why not take this one out now, then flee. Really weaken and piss the rest of them off. "We have a chance to take one of them out now, before the others catch up by foot, a couple of minutes behind this one."

Closing any distance between her and him so that her voice doesn't carrt, Shyam looks at Karchok questioning, "should I use any of my powers if that is what they are tracking?"

Unphased by his abrupt landing, the knight grabs his longsword as he stands and moves strategically towards Angel.

(Next Round of Combat Actions)

[Erek]

Seeing his first arrow strike true, Keryth continues with his volley
of arrows directed at the knight. His bowstring hums twice more as he
hopes to weaken the knight before he is able to attack anyone from
their group.

[Jbizzle]

Rashear waits for the knight to move forward, then rolls behind the
knight hoping to catch him off guard enough for his blade to sink into
his back. Using the momentum from his roll he brings his right blade
against the back of the knights knee, hoping for a quick hamstringing,
or to slow him down even more.

[Leslie Lock]

Shyam almost shouted to Karchok to let the knight have Angel with his
comment upon landing, for it was him the knight was after, not her at
the moment. She continue to sit atop her horse, reaching out for the
healing wand so that she could at least heal anyone should they get
injured. She was not sure yet if she should do anything more, not
fully understanding what it was that this group was following about
her.

[Russ]

Steadying the horse underneath him, Karchok begins to chant.  The ancient words roll off the half-breed tongue easily, as he calls upon the old magics.  A faint shudder creeps the surrounding forest at the sound of the half-orc's chanting voice.  Eyeing the land a few feet behind the Yellow Rose hunter, he feels the gathering energy coil around him as he chants. 
Pulled along by the old magics gathering around the young druid, leaves swirled around the chanting half-orc.  The leaves whipped around Karchok, began to pulse with a white-green light as they were infused with the druidic magics.  At the completion of the chant, the leaves gathered in front of Karchok.  Swirling together in a tight ball, the glowing leaves shoot towards the Yellow Rose knight. 
Passing by the hunter harmless, the leaf ball stops in midair ten feet behind the combatants.  Hanging there the ball pulses brighter and brighter, scattering the scent of a forest after a rainstorm.
With a sudden quiver, the white-green ball explodes, the leaves moving as fast as shooting stars into the woods.  For a moment, nothing happens, other then the sounds of battle.
Then, the effects of the druid's magics became obvious to all.  The sounds of the creaking wood rapidly became near deafening as the forest began to grow.  Rapidly.  The trees swelled and grew, raising their limbs to be closer to the sky.  Think vines began weaving their way around massive tree trunks as the forest becomes near chocked with vibrant life.  If the Yellow Rose pack mates where in there, they weren't going to be coming to his aid quickly.

[Loki]

[Michael New]

Smithy reaches the knight and dismounts a 5 foot step away from him,
readying his shield and sword. "Will your comrades double their
efforts against us after you are dead?"

[Bob G.]

As the knight chases after Angel, Cal'Shir positions himself to flank
the man and with darts already in hand, lets loose when the target is
already engaged with another and is within striking distance for a sneak
attack.

[Leslie Lock]

In replay to Karchok, Shyam grips the wand so tightly her knuckles
turn white, "But if we can get away from this one..."

She didn't want to fight. Demons were one thing, even the orcs so
unlike her adoptive brother she could fight, but other people.

[Andrew Airmet]

Seeing that the man in armor was closing on Angel, with weapon drawn.  Tempus decides to take the most direct course of action.  With a loud battle cry, Tempus charges the man and swings wildly and viciously at the knight.

[Russ]

Ghost growls, watching members of his pack fight the flying-now-walking two legs.  The hunter/prey wore shiny skin that smelled of Man works.  Hearing his brother begins chanting, he looks up at him.  Ancient powers stirred, causing his hackles to stand straight up at the druid.  "Woofing" in excitement, the big grey wolf watches the gathering magics, sniffing at the air.
Scar pays little interest in the fighting warm bloods.  Perhaps if they were closer, he might bother himself to tear a chuck of two out of the newest warm blood.  Drool oozes from the scarred reptile as thinks about joining the fray.  The reptile had taken a few steps forward when it heard the old sound of the old magics.  Heart beating in sudden excitement, the wide eyed reptile looks back at the chanting druid.

[Michael Briggs]

Diedra can be seen passing the knight, giving the man twenty feet of space, heading into the foliage to the south on the back of the worg.  "Take care of him and then run.  I'll catch up soon!"  She calls out to the group.

 

Seeing his first arrow strike true, Keryth continues with his volley of arrows directed at the knight.  His bowstring hums twice more as he hopes to weaken the knight before he is able to attack anyone from their group.  The knight’s armor has no problem turning either arrow aside.

 

Smithy reaches the knight and dismounts a five foot step away from him, readying his shield and sword.  "Will your comrades double their efforts against us after you are dead?"

 

Seeing that the man in armor was closing on Angel, with weapon drawn.  Tempus decides to take the most direct course of action.  With a loud battle cry, Tempus charges the man and swings wildly and viciously at the knight.

 

Tempus blinded by the fury of his rage to the point that he almosts misses the knight entirely.  If it weren’t for the strength of his rage the farm boy would have drawn sparks off the armor at best, but the armor spilts at the back plate and causes a fairly grievous wound to the man.

 

With a tongue click, Synxol's heels impact the flanks of his mount, and his fingers tighten on the reins to brace against the inevitable momentum shift of his horse's movements, the sorcerer starts on a course directly for the jaundiced flower.

Showing his hands to be empty, the fey-touched human rides using only his leg muscles to hold on, Synxol hails the approaching man, "There must be a misunderstanding and need not be bloodshed this day. Let us lower our weapons and raise glasses together as friends."

As the knight chases after Angel, Cal'Shir positions himself to flank the man and with darts already in hand, lets loose when the target is already engaged with another and is within striking distance for a sneak attack.

 

Angel’s assessment of the knight is clear on a few points.  The man’s gear is magical and not just slightly so.  He is also going to die trying to kill Angel if it is all he can do.  The complexity of the magiks aroud the knight will take some more concentrating to understand more indepthly.

In replay to Karchok, Shyam grips the wand so tightly her knuckles turn white, "But if we can get away from this one..."

She didn't want to fight.  Demons were one thing, even the orcs so unlike her adoptive brother she could fight, but other people.

 

Finishing closing the ground between himself and the cleric with a yelling charge, Corynth attacks the follower of Wraith.  His sword begins glowing faintly as it hones in the holy man’s form.  The attack does considerable damage to Angel (36 HP), who now know what a smiting feels like.

 

At the second the knight engages Angel, both Cal’shir and Quentin see their chances.  Cal’shir’s strike hits first since he is throwing a dart.  The dart sticks neatly out of the back of the knight’s knee joint, hobbling the overwhelmed man.  Quentin moves forward and strikes the backside of the knight with his rapier.  He finds purchase in between the breast plate and back plate. The knight is shaken by the sudden arrival of so many allies and looks to be near death.   It can still be counted on that he would attempt one more swing on the cleric.

Diedra can be heard crashing through the foliage to intercept the other Yellow Rose witch hunters.

(Next Round of Combat)

 

[Loki]

Synxol's shoulders slump as he is ignored, and the decision is made by
all to spill blood, rather than come to a more peaceful resolution.

Torn, he stands staring at the startling forest growth and wonders if
he made a mistake in leaving the fey.

[Andrew Airmet]

Tempus, still blinded by his rage, swings wildly at the knight, trying to kill the man as quickly as possible. 

[Leslie Lock]

Shyam pulls back on the reins of her horse staring at the battle
before her. There was no anger towards the knight like there had been
for the demon, only anger and fear, the horse sidesteps, sensing her
fear. The expression on the knights face made it clear there was no
turning back from this fight, but she also knew she couldn't do
anything with everyone so close. Without the anger pushing her she
could think more rationally so she watches, not just the battle but
the surrounding area looking for signs of the others she was told were
with the knight, the other Yellow Rose followers.

[Russ]

 "Now Synxol!  Lay him out before he strikes you!" Karchok calls out in the sylvan tongue.  He didn't want the spell caster to be struck down again.  Even with the healing Synxol had received, the fey-touched human had taken a hell of a beating.
  Gripping his horse's mane, Karchok breathes several times to steady himself as the toll for casting the ancient magics was taken.  The druid was feeling rather light headed and fatigued at the moment.
  Turing his head to look at Shyam, the half-orc nods tiredly.
  "We are going to want to be ready to flee here quickly," Karchok says, looking beyond the battle into the now overgrown forest.  "Could you grab the reins to Tempus's horse?  I've got the reins to Cal'Shir's horse."  Karchok notices Shyam's pale color, he knew his sister was having trouble.  Slaying orcs, monsters or demons was not a problem and usually done more out of self defence, or anger.  Killing of ones own kind was another story.

[Jbizzle]

Rashear darts forward, trying to end this fight as quickly as possible
knowing that the group from the Order of The Yellow Rose could be
arriving as soon. Starting to swing his blades in a deceptive weave
he hopes to strike a vital spot.

[Michael New]

Smithy lunges forward and attack the assailant.  "Give up now and you may live!" he yells.

[Leslie Lock]

Provided with instructions on something she could do, Shyam spurs the
horse to close the distance to Tempus' horse so that she can grab hold
of its reins. All the while scanning the nearby woods for signs of
the other Yellow Rose members.

[Bob G.]

Deciding between attempting to bring down magical protections on the
attacker or causing as much damage as possible, Cal'Shir opts for the
damage based on the fact that the knight is already severely hurt and he
might just fall before everyone has had a chance to land their next
blows. Hopefully. Lining up his target, Cal'Shir lets fly with more darts.

[Michael Briggs]

Smithy lunges forward and attack the assailant.  "Give up now and you may live!" he yells.

 

Tempus, still blinded by his rage, swings wildly at the knight, trying to kill the man as quickly as possible. Blinded by his rage, the farm boy manages to swing wildly and miss both of his opportunities. 

 

Synxol's shoulders slump as he is ignored, and the decision is made by
all to spill blood, rather than come to a more peaceful resolution.

Torn, he stands staring at the startling forest growth and wonders if
he made a mistake in leaving the fey.

 "Now Synxol!  Lay him out before he strikes you!" Karchok calls out in the sylvan tongue.  He didn't want the spell caster to be struck down again.  Even with the healing Synxol had received, the fey-touched human had taken a hell of a beating.

Gripping his horse's mane, Karchok breathes several times to steady himself as the toll for casting the ancient magics was taken.  The druid was feeling rather light headed and fatigued at the moment.

Turing his head to look at Shyam, the half-orc nods tiredly.

"We are going to want to be ready to flee here quickly," Karchok says, looking beyond the battle into the now overgrown forest.  "Could you grab the reins to Tempus's horse?  I've got the reins to Cal'Shir's horse."  Karchok notices Shyam's pale color, he knew his sister was having trouble.  Slaying orcs, monsters or demons was not a problem and usually done more out of self defence, or anger.  Killing of ones own kind was another story.

Deciding between attempting to bring down magical protections on the attacker or causing as much damage as possible, Cal'Shir opts for the damage based on the fact that the knight is already severely hurt and he might just fall before everyone has had a chance to land their next blows. Hopefully. Lining up his target, Cal'Shir lets fly with more darts.  Unfortuntely the darts both miss the knight completely.

 

Rashear darts forward, trying to end this fight as quickly as possible knowing that the group from the Order of The Yellow Rose could be arriving as soon.  Starting to swing his blades in a deceptive weave he hopes to strike a vital spot. Finally, the knight is put down with a cut from the ranger's sword.

(End of Combat)

 

[rpgamer]

As the knight falls, Angel stares back into his dimming eyes with a
smug triumph. The priest has no need to say anything because the
Yellow Rose crusader knows he has failed before his god. Instead, the
last thing the knight hears and sees is the cleric offering a prayer
to the glories of the Wraith Hunter over false gods and the healing
blessings of repaired wounds.

Turning to the others he shouts, "Let's get out of here! Smithy, would
you take my horse? Help him secure the knight on it for now. I'll
check on Diedra and catch up to you all later. Can anyone cast
invisibility or camouflage on me?"

[Don Alley]

Quentin was glad the false knight met his demise. The Yellow Rose crusaders were a cult; one which was very militant and blinded by their zealotry. They were self appointed enforcers and executioners, who held their own misguided beliefs above those of even the gods they professed to serve.

Still, there were those in the group that looked upon this as a tragedy, or a loss. Being the "morally and ethically flexible" person that he was, he played to the sympathies of these others.

"It is a tragedy this brave soul chose to attack us instead of seeking to understand different points of view. But, make no mistake, we are indeed being hunted. His is merely the fate of all hunting dogs that outpace their main hunting pack."

"As we are the prey, I suggest we take the priest up on his suggestion and put hooves between us and them."

Quentin mounts up on his horse, ready to roll out.

[Andrew Airmet]

When the knight fell, Tempus let his anger slip away, immediately feeling tired.  Quickly securing his weapon and his shield, Tempus hurried as quickly as he could to mount his horse.  Only when he was on his horse, did he notice who was holding the reins.  Tempus turned a bit pink, gave a weak smile and mumbled a "Thanks" to Shyam, as he reached to retrieve the reins from her.

[Michael New]

Smithy replies to Angel as he begins to tie the knight to Angel's horse, after disarming the him. "Yes, we'll bring him along.  No, I can't hide you, though."

[rpgamer]

To reinforce the need to carry the knight with them, Angel adds, "They
obviously don't need the knight to track us and for the looters of our
group, he carries items with heavy magical auras. I may also be able
to question him later, eventhough he is dead."

[Bob G.]

At the fall of the Yellow Rose fanatic, Cal'Shir moves with his enhanced
speed to the knight, calling out for the others to help as he moves.
"Help me get him on a horse now! We need to move out." Cal'Shir directs
whoever listens to get it on the nearest horse, checking for and
removing any loose pouches before they have a chance to fall off. He
takes an extra moment to make sure there is nothing left, not weapons or
anything else the assailant might have dropped, even taking a moment to
kick some dirt over the blood spilled on the ground. Then he runs toward
his horse, eager to leave.

[Michael New]

"He is still alive.  Can someone stabilize him?  It will be good to have him as a live hostage, as one option in protecting ourselves from the cultists," says Smithy.

[rpgamer]

With a slight frown, Angel moves over to the knight who is rope-bound
to his horse. Making sure the foe's weapons are with another party
member (or his own bag of holding if no one volunteers), he assesses
the health of the Yellow Rose warrior. "Good Smithy, I doubt this
knight or his companions will ever compromise, even for his life.
Unfortunately he will just drain our resources and spy on us instead.
Do you really think they are in the wilderness just for me, or any
other Wraith Hunter?"

[Erek]

Holding his arrow, Keryth decides that the over-zealous knight will
fall soon enough. Proven right in a matter of seconds, he surveys the
battlefield, watching as the rest of his group gets ready to depart.
Lowering his bow, Keryth moves forward. Hearing talk about keeping
the knight alive, he shakes his head slightly saying, "Angel is right,
he will give us no reliable information. It's obvious this fanatical
group will stop at nothing to do what they see is right - including
rushing a well armed party alone. In ways these Yellow Rose zealots
are more dangerous than the demons we have fought. We must move now
and rest before we engage the rest of this group."

Slinging his bow across his back once more, Keryth moves to where they
would pick up the trail again, motioning for Rashear to join him at
the point.

[Leslie Lock]

Shyam hands the reins to Tempus when he mounts his horse her skin
pale, either still from the aftermath of the ealier battle with the
demon, or due to the ease in which the Yellow Rose warrior was put
down. She wanted to leave, to get as far away from the area as
possible and the idea of taking the man with them...left her further
unsettled. But now was not the time or place to argue, there were
others and they were on their way here.

"Let's go!"

The words come out almost in a hiss, through her gritted teeth as she
point her horse in the direction opposite from where the knight came.

[Loki]

Synxol heeds the callous words being bandied about and is disgusted by
how members of the party so casually fall into the role of hostage
takers, or mete out killing blows.

Not caring where his horse had wandered off to, the sorcerer moves
over to take Karchok's measure. A jumble of words seek to explode
from his mouth, but all that finds its way past his tongue is a soft,
"You are party to this?" Vibrant blue eyes pierce into the half-orc's
obsidian orbs with the intensity of glass shards rending 'neath
fingernails.

[Jbizzle]

"Look we need to move alright, the other group could be coming closer
we can bind his wounds and question him later. Sadly I don't think we
could sway his view about us, we have wasted to much time, we should
hide anything that is marked with the order of the yellow rose's
symbols, they might have a way to track the items with magic. It will
be hard enough hide our tracks, and the blood as well, I fear that
this will be the first of many coming after us. After all I'm sure
that the order views all of us as 'Evil' due to who we travel with,
but I think that they view things in a "you follow our way or die
because you might be tainted, evil, or not 'pure' enough." Rashear
says looking around, already starting to plot how he would mire the
tracks that the party would be leaving.
Moving over to Keryth he whispers in Elven " This is going to be a
long ride, I'm glad to be back perhaps this time no green dragons for
either of us." He says with a slightly strained smile, sheathing his
blades he sighs, glad that at least Shyam was taking heed and moving.

[Russ]

"Leaving would be the best course of action, leave the knight, he'll only slow us down," Karchok says calmly, looking at Synxol.  "Followers of a nature deity would not just attack so rabidly.  Unless we were corrupting or destroying the natural order.  I'm betting he would rather kill himself then answer any of our questions," Karchok breaks his gaze with Synxol to look at the the others of the mixed hunting pack.  "Feast from his belongings if you must.  Synxol and I will stay so I can remove our presence, and the site of the battle from this place."  The half-breed slowly dismounts his horse.  "Just don't take too long.  And don't worry, the two of us will be able to sniff the rest of you out, in case you get to far ahead." 
"If the rest of you would be so kind as to stay with Shyam and keep her safe, I would appreciate it," he waits for the others to begin stripping the magical gear form the Yellow Rose Knight.  He had no desire to touch anything used by the knight, personally. 
Turning to met Synxol's gaze, he nods to the fey-touched human.
"You know why you were chosen by Tarlman?" the young druid asks of Synxol, speaking sylvan quietly.  "I believe it's a because you are a guardian of the Fey.  You can go between the two worlds and be accepted by both.  As such a guardian, you were drawn to him when he summoned the fey at the sight of our home." Karchok meets the sorcerer's intense gaze with his own calm one.  He lowers his voice so that it only carries between the two.  "I need you here in case I fail in my duty for some reason or another.  A duty I hope will never have to preform.  If Shyam...," the druid stops to clear his throat from a sudden well of emotions.  "If my sister becomes fully possessed by the demon price, she will cease to be.  It will only be the demon, inhabiting her body.  My sister will be gone then.  The thing that's left over well make the corruption we just encountered look like nothing.  My duties as a druid are fairly clear at that point.  The blight will have to be destroyed.  I imagine the demon would not make that easy.  It tears my heart apart to even think about such a thing, but I must.  If I fail, I need someone I can count on to destroy the demon's physical body."
Karchok pauses for a moment, looking in Shyam's direction, his face softening momentarily, before his emotionless Druid Mask slides back into place. 
"I pray that this will never be the case, but I will not take that chance with the Natural Order.," he adds with a slight shake of his head, returning his gaze to Synxol.  "While my sister is herself, I will do everything that is within my power to aid and protector.  But that might not be enough.  I believe he asked you to join us because I might not be strong enough on my own.  Or the demon might realize I could tell whether or not Shyam is still herself, and slit my throat."
Karchok turns his head, watching the others move for a moment, and continues to speak to Synxol, surprising fluent in the sylvan tongue. 
"Although there are many tales of witches in the past becoming the demon's gateway, there was also a prophecy that foretold a witch who would break the demon's influence.  The prophecy was from a seeres whom herself was a witch from the same line that my sister is from.  She spoke the prophecy while she was being burnt alive at the stake. As far as my sister's visions go, they have all been disturbingly accurate, so I have a strong hope that she is the one that is spoke of.  If it is not, then it is better that we be close at hand."

[Don Alley]

Quentin thought leaving the knight alive was a very unwise move. To
leave him alive and behind with these two was a loose thread that
beckoned for unraveling.

"I think it best to keep him with us. We need to get answers if we can
(we at least need to try), or ensure he cannot meet up with his group
and cause us further harm."

"Let us not throw away the one advantage we've eked out."

Quentin rides out after the others.

[Michael New]

Smithy nods as Quentin speaks.  "Don't strip him now, just get him tied down.  There.  Now, he might be bleeding to death, I'm not sure.  Can someone quickly cast something to ensure he stays alive?"

If nobody comes forward, he'll try to give him first aid himself.

(Heal check: 20*)

"I think he'll live, as long as we decide he is allowed to live."

He gets upon his own horse and begins to lead Angel's horse with the Yellow Knight unconsious on top.

[Don Alley]

Quentin briefly thought about ending the knight's life. He doubted the
knight would be useful alive, and certainly wouldn't bother them dead.
Taking him along was a detriment to their safety, and there were sure
to be squabbled over his fate.

However, because they were all moving out, he decided he didn't have a
chance at killing the knight without significant risk in being seen
doing it. Bearing his original orders in mind, he fell back behind the
knight.

During the escape, Quentin maintained a close eye on the knight to
ensure he wasn't regaining consciousness or leaving some type of trail
to be followed by.

(
Keeping an eye on the knight for any change in state:
Perception +14 check = 33
Sense Motive +14 check = 28
)

[rpgamer]

As the others bind the knight on Angel's horse, the cleric disarms him
by placing any visible weaponry into his bag of holding. He hopes the
knight just bleeds out. "Smithy do what you can, but everyone needs to
leave now! Keryth and Rashear leading makes sense to me. Karchok and
Synxol, I will help Diedra delay the Yellow Rose, while the others
escape and you clean up this area. We all will meet back up as soon as
possible."

As Angel ascends up to the tree tops, he yells again, "Go!" Then
hidden between the tree tops, he flies quietly in the same direction
as Diedra and the Worg did earlier, keeping alert to the sound of
movement and battle.

[Leslie Lock]

Shyam hesitates when Karchok gets down from his horse instead of
heading out but then takes the reins of his horse to lead the animal
with her. "Do not stay long, for if you don't meet up with us
shortly, I'm coming back here."

[Russ]

"It appears as though he is coming with us, so I guess we won't be staying," the half-orc says as he retrieves his reins from Shyam.  "Thank you though."  Getting back on his horse with a sigh, he settles into the saddle.  He really couldn't see the wisdom in keeping the knight  with them, or leaving an enemy alive for that matter.  Maneuvering his horse, he rounds up Synxol's horse.   
"Holding a rabid animal close to yourself is never a good idea," Karchok mutters to himself.  He wondered if it was because the knight was human was the real reason the were squeamish about spilling his blood.  The spoke of questioning him, but the druid was positive that was going to prove to be a waste of time.  'Still if it makes the city dwellers feel more civilized, whatever,' the druid thinks to himself.  He had a feeling he was gong to end up cleaning their mess. 
Karchok had planned to let Synxol talk to the zealot, so that the mage could get a scent for some of the enemies that they would face.  Misguided fools and madmen.  Then, the half-orc would slit his throat as he would any animal that was suffering to ease it's passage to the afterlife and summon a swarm of insects to consume the body.  Finally he would ask the plants to grow rampant in the area that they had been in. 
Looking at Synxol, Karchok considers the fey-touched sorcerer. 
"I do not control the city dwellers.  They operate of there own laws and whims that I don't really understand," he says speaking sylvan again.  Sagging in his saddle, the half-breed looks at Synxol, his black eyes filled with sadness.  "I am here to try to save my sister from those that seek to end her life.  Some would say for a just reason they seek to end her journey.  I believe that if she dies, the demon will just look to the next bloodline descendant. So just killing the body that the demon may one day inhabit, is nothing but a temporary solution.  We are after something a little more permanent." he says keeping his voice low. 

[Loki]

Pearl-white teeth grab a chunk of bottom lip and softly chew, while
the blue black locks drape haphazardly over eyes that stare off into
the forest. It is a torn look painted about the fey-touched human's
face as he considers Karchok's words.

Unsure what to say, or even think, Synxol simply remains quiet and
watchful as he mounts his horse.

There is a space of perhaps 50 heart pulses before he asks in the
sylvan tongue, "Once he speaks we will let him go unharmed?"

[Russ]

Turning in the saddle to look at Synxol, the druid's head cocks to the side as he considers the sorcerer's question.  It seemed Tarlman had sent the fey-touched sorcerer along to be more then an ally against the demon.  Synxol was reminding Karchok that not all humans were the same.  The god's knew the half-orc could use the occasional reminder. 
"Yes, there would be little point in killing an unarmed, defeated human," Karchok says, speaking common, even though he didn't quite agree.  The knight was an enemy, made even worse by his zealous nature, he would never give up.  It's not like the Yellow Rose would spare them, more like torture them for have the audacity to have been born .  "I don't think the number of cold blooded murders is that high within our hunting pack," the druid says, casting a glance at Scar.  Looking back at Synxol, he nods.
"We'll leave him incapacitated, not dead, once we are done questioning him," the druid says.  "I highly doubt he has anything useful to say.  It will probable be as interesting as listening to Angel rant about contracts, but if that how you want to spend your night, that's your business."
With that said, the druid begins chanting.  A familiar looking green-white ball of energy begins to glow between his out stretched hand.  The ball of vital energy rises above Karchok and shoots back towards where the had battle the knight.  Shaping the ancient magics, the druid works increases the area he had cover with the first ritual.
Sagging in his saddle, Karchok sighs tiredly, letting the horse follows it's herd.

[Don Alley]

He was sure the group would opt to let the knight live, so that meant leaving the dirty work up to the Yellow Rose. During the ride out, Quentin began to formulate a plan to dispatch the knight, but in a manner that could either teach the Yellow Rose their own folly, or cause them to kill their own ally.

As much as he hated to admit it, he needed to speak to Angel.

[Loki]

Feeling greatly relieved by the druid's words, Synxol makes a clicking
noise with his tongue, and hurries to catch up to the unconscious
human of the jaundiced rose.

With his head fixed permanently in the clouds, the sorcerer rarely
noticed the events transpiring around him, but coldly executing a
helpless prisoner would be too much. If this group harboured
murderers, he would take his leave of them and return to the forest.

He craved a chance to talk to this man and learn if the way the others
spoke of him had any merit.

[Leslie Lock]

A small amount of tension leaves Shyam that Karchok doesn't stay
behind and looking around those now moving out on the horses she
actually smiles starting to relax. She actually felt somewhat safe
for the first time during the trip, even with all that had just
happened, perhaps the lack the presence of the worg and its rider...

Allowing the others to lead the way, her horse falls into step next to
Karchok as he speaks with Synxol, she nods in agreeance when he speaks
in common about not killing the man but wondered if he was truely
defeated.

"How far do you think we need to go to create enough distance between
us and the others?"

[rpgamer]

As Angel slips between the boughs at the top of the trees, he is
satisfied that the group is quickly moving away, with only the nagging
thought that the knight still lives. He hopes to resolve that issue
before they let him free. Surely the others can't be stupid enough to
not know the danger of letting the Yellow Rose go. And to let the
knight see, identify Shyam as the witch they seek. Such idiocy.

Turning his attention back to the task at hand, he carefully seek out
the only thing worth fighting over in these woods. Not that he feels
whipped ...

[Russ]

Looking at Shyam, Karchok shrugs his shoulders, weary from the toll the ancient magics had extracted from the druid.  Pondering Shyam's question for a moment, he turns his head to look behind them at the over grown area.  
"I think we should ride hard for several hours, putting as much distance between us as possible.  Between Keryth, Rashaear and myself we should be able to disguise our trail for the most part," the druid says looking at the ranger and the elf in turn.  "If they are tracking us using some other means, not so much," he adds with another tired shrug.  Giving Shyam a reassuring smile, the young druid shifts his weight in the saddle, trying to settle into a more comfortable position.

[Russ]

  "Ghost, Scar come on, lets go.  Time for rest later," the young druid looks down at the large wolf and big, scarred reptile.  Both animals were excited by the presence of the old magics flowing around them.  Motes of green-white magics played about, floated around the two animals, gentle teasing the two before fading away into the woods.  Smiling at the two nipping at the motes of magic, Karchok looks up at the rest of the hunting pack.

  "Let's pick up the pace, shall we?" says the druid, his tone not leaving much room for discussion.  "I have no interest in waiting around and watching the forest grow."  The druid says as the forest grows audibly behind him, the growth creeping towards them.

[Leslie Lock]

Coaxing her horse to move at a quicker pace, Shyam can't help but
continue to wonder at how the Yellow Rose was following them in the
first place. Did they know it was she they followed, or were they
simply following her power in some way. Would she be hunted every
time she used any power, whether intentional or not...these were
questions she needed to have answers too, but would the knight provide
them?

"I'd like to speak with him when he comes too." Her gaze on the man
laid out across the horse ahead of them leaves no question about who
she wishes to speak. "He came after Angel, not me, so maybe he wont
be unwilling to answer some questions...if asked in the right way."

[Michael Briggs]

Most of the group begins to make their way away from the site of the knights downfall using horses and with the knight strapped to the back of a Angel's horse.  

Angel realizes quickly that any attempt to help Diedra would be unnecessary and dangerous.  The female seems to know what she is doing and how to take advantage of the plant growth in the area.  The ranger is the first to fall as the girl moves through the brush like there is no impediment.  She appears close behind him and stabs with the practice of someone who knows every weakness in the man's defenses.  He emits an unholy scream before falling to the undergrowth in a puddle of blood.  The other Yellow Rose zealots begin signaling a retreat, which is spurned forth by the mage.  

"Fall back, we must teleport to the fortress and make the high commander aware!"  

[Jbizzle]

"I'm glad that Karchok and Synxol are going to help hide our tracks
from the battle, after they catch up I will work on hiding the rest of
our tracks, obscuring the trail for a while. I trust Karchok for he
is a druid and Synxol has to be related to the Fey, I've seen that
type before in my travels to the Fey. Now Let's ride on, the farther
away from this site the better! If the knight doesn't make it, we will
take his body with us for a bit, after we have stopped I will bury
anything marked with the Yellow Rose far away from us, so if they can
track his items by spell as the Priest says, then they won't show up
with us." Rashear says, almost feeling sorry for the knight, but
knowing that the order of the yellow rose would and will most likely
be trying to kill Shyam and the rest of the group, allows him to
dismiss the guilt he would feel. 'Survival of the fittest, he choose
to fight by himself against a stronger predator and lost.' He thinks
to him self, looking back at Karchok he says " We'll see you soon,
brothers, try not to get lost." He finishes with a sly smile and
starts leading the rest of his pack away from the campsite.

[Don Alley]

After what seems like days of travel, Quentin flags down Karchok.

"I think we need to look for a place to camp... that might ensure a bit of privacy from any private eyes while we converse with our guest."

[Bob G.]

Now is that a dig at the DM?   ;-)

[Don Alley]

Of course not.  =)  Quentin was no doubt fatigued from post combat adrenaline dump, and the long and tiring ride afforded no rest. 

[Leslie Lock]

Shyam pulls on the reins to stop her horse. Her thoughts interrupted
by Quentin's suggestion to make camp, she scans the surroundings.
While her injuries were healed, she still felt exhausted from the
ordeal of the day. Between the battle with the demon in which she
destroyed the temple and the flight from the Yellow Rose members Shyam
was looking forward to sleep.

"I wouldn't mind stopping. If we can find someplace near water..."
the last comes out in a plea. Her skin was sticky with sweat and dust
and hair from the horse was coating her arms making them itch.

[Russ]

will be tossing out a post tonight before work. if I fail that, then i will have one out in the morning for sure :)

[Andrew Airmet]

Tempus also pulls his horse to a stop, listening to the others talk about setting up camp.  Tempus reached up to wipe a bit of sweat from his forehead.  He was sure he could keep riding for awhile, but it sounded like Shyam was in need of some rest.  Tempus scans the area to look for a safe place to spend the night, as well as any signs of the Yellow Rose pursuers.

[Michael New]

With this talk of resting, Smithy joins Tempus in looking for a defensible place to camp.

(Survival: 18)

[Michael Briggs]

Give me a little time.  Game is on hold for at least a week until I get caught up in class.

[Bob G.]

Are we supposed to post moves about stopping or wait for you? I'm in the "wait for you" camp but just wanted to check with the boss.   :-)

[Jbizzle]

Okay, good to know Mike

[Leslie Lock]

Sighing now that the pace had slowed and with others spreading out to
look for a campsite, Shyam takes the oppertunity to move closer to the
horse on which the knight was carried. She wondered about what drove
the man, why was it that he charged so recklessly after Angel allowing
himself to be surrounded and taken down by their group. The image of
him soaring from the sky to land shortly after Angel, then charging,
the determined look on his face, was it to be the same with her? With
so many questions she asks softly, "He really couldn't be reasoned
with could he? I mean, how did he know who we were? To attack like
that? It doesn't make sense. How are we to do this if others like
him are just going to come at us like that without any real warning?"

[Don Alley]

Quentin, who had been keeping a close eye on the knight for the entire trip, hears her questions.

"The Yellow Rose are zealots. They cannot be reasoned with. They view you as a blight to the land and an affront to their god. They would listen to your words no more than you would listen to a devil trying to teach you morality."

"And they undoubtedly view us as your evil minions, so any hope of us speaking on your behalf would be wasted as well."

"Understand this... they respect no law but their own. They serve no other authority than the interpretation they've made of their god."

Then, very quietly, he adds "It is reprehensible, Shyam, but this knight should not be allowed to live. The others will respect your choice in the matter, but I suggest you start steeling yourself to that decision. If he lives, he will return to attempt to kill you. If he dies, the other Yellow Roses he was allied with will have further reason to kill you. Not that they don't already think they have that reason."

Quentin added a very concerned and compassioned look to his face, in sympathy to the difficult, but to him obvious, choice Shyam must soon make. He had long ago sold off such qualms about good and evil as long as the end mission was somehow Just.

[Leslie Lock]

"But he didn't come after me? He never even looked at me. So why did
he attack?"

[Don Alley]

Quentin shrugs "Because he's a zealot? I don't know. These people aren't stupid, they're just fervently misguided. I would guess they have a description of all of us by now. As Angel was up in the air, and our friend here had a fly spell, Angel was likely the first 'enemy' he identified and went after him."

"With the knight's armor, weapons, and other things, it's likely they can locate us magically through them, too. Before we make camp, we should probably put them in a bag of holding, portable hole, or other extra-dimensional space to avoid detection."

Quentin had learned the trick of using these things as a means of escaping magical location from some of his rogue friends in the past, and had employed it on a few missions for the crown that required it.

[Bob G.]

Cal'Shir quietly listens to Quentin and Shyam talking while casting a
Detect Magic spell, smiling slightly at his fellow rogue's suggestion,
one he was just starting to act on, then makes sure the captive is still
unconscious (or makes him so, if necessary) before he drops him off the
horse unceremoniously. Carefully he removes everything, dropping what he
can into his magical haversack and mentally noting what is and isn't
magical. If anything looks like it might also be a magical pouch or
contain a magical space, he puts that aside to make sure no one tries to
put it in an existing inter-dimensional item.

[Leslie Lock]

Still confused by Quentin's perception, Shyam couldn't wrap her mind
around the ideas of a zealot enough to understand why anyone would
kill without first making sure there was a need. The only comparrison
she had were those who taunted Karchok for his orc heritage.

Cal'Shir's sudden treatment of the knight startles her out of her
thoughts. She hadn't expected anyone to just dump him on the ground
like that, it was...cruel. She jumps to the ground pushing herself
between them. "Stop it. Even if we must kill him, it doesn't mean we
treat him like a sack of garbage."

[Don]

Quentin was concerned Shyam would fail to see the importance of the knight's need to be killed. Even though she mentioned it was a possibility, her concern over the knight's treatment was a concern of his. Still, being on her good side was the key to maintaining integration with the group.

"Shyam's right.", he says, adding to a long list of things he's said that he didn't believe. "We have to treat the knight with respect."

A thought entered his head that would end the side taking. "Besides, Cal'Shir, Shyam is an inherently good and fair person, and may have trouble passing on a death sentence for this knight. She needs to experience his zealotry and hatred for her, simply because of her powers. If we mistreat the knight, there will always be doubt in her mind whether his attitude was borne from his zealotry, or our treatment of him. Let us ALL treat the knight with respect, so that she can see his true colors, unprovoked through any action of ours."

[Bob G.]

Cal'Shir doesn't take his eyes off Shyam's as she gets in his way. "Fair
enough, Quentin. As for you, Shyam" he adds more privately, whispering
"remember this moment, and your compassion, it may be one of the
memories you will need to help fight off the demon influences in the
months and years ahead." Stepping around the young woman, he sets about
his task.

[Andrew Airmet]

Tempus remains on his horse, feeling oddly conflicted about the situation.  Keeping the knight alive was a risk.  He could easily wake up and want to kill them all over again.  He had never had the problem before of deciding whether to keep a foe alive or not.  Usually, they didn't make it.  Tempus turned away, and tried to distract himself from the uneasiness inside.  Finding a camping site seemed to become a more difficult task.

[Leslie Lock]

"I didn't say we had to repect him." Shyam responds to Quentin, "But
our treatment of others is a relection of ourselves." Words she had
heard from Devlin.

Pulling one of the mans arms out from under his body, she tries to put
him in a more 'comfortable' position.

[Russ]

  Sagging tiredly in his saddle, Karchok watches the proceedings with half open eyes.  He was still tired from the amount of old magic he had using recently, fatigue had sunk it's claws into him deeply.  Glancing at Ghost and Scar, he could see the animals were both ready  for a break.  Ghost's tongue hung out as he pants tiredly. Scar sides were heaving as the large reptile sucked in air.
  "There's a decent enough spot over there," Karchok points to a copse of trees off the trail.  The copse was nice and thick looking, with lot's undergrowth to help them to hide from sight.  He didn't think there was a stream, but he he could create water if need. 
   Listening to Shyam, Karchok can't help but smile looking over at his sister, hearing her echo Delvin's words.  A phrase he had heard quite often when had come to live in Maidenshire.  Usually directed at the half-orc after he had gotten into a fight.  "Well said," he says quietly to Shyam.
   "I'll go check out the possible campsite.  Play nice while I'm gone,"  with that said, the half-orc's body shivers as he reshapes himself. Flowing into the form of a raven, he spreads his wings to stay steady on the saddle.  Digging his talons into the saddle, Karchok preens his shiny black feathers for a few moments.  The changed druid turns his head to look at Shyam and caws once.  His horse had turned it's head to stare at the raven, trying to figure out where the druid went to.
  Spreading his wings he takes flight, heading over to the copse of trees, a single black feather lazily floating to the ground.

[Andrew Airmet]

Tempus stiffened at Shyam's statement.  How I treat others is a reflection of myself?  That thought made Tempus feel positively horrible inside.  It was like that time, that didn't feel too long ago, when he had first raised a weapon to defend his family.  Was that all he was?  A killer?  Tempus felt his anger begin to rise as he looked at Shyam.  Then he turned aside.  She wasn't the one at fault.  It was him.

Tempus hunched over a bit in the saddle, glancing up when Karchok spoke.   Turning in the direction that Karchok pointed, Tempus suddenly saw an opportunity to escape the situation.  He turns his horse in that direction.  As he passed Karchok's horse, he grabed the reins to lead the half-orc's horse.  As he rode, a black cloud seemed to follow him, a cloud of rage and hurt.

[Jbizzle]

Rashear listens to the others talk about the knight, feeling
conflicted he started to weigh the pros and cons of letting the knight
live, to spew his hate on everyone in the party. After a few moments
he turns Mistwalker around to study the party's tracks, already
starting to plan on how he could obscure their trail. " The knight
will have a measure of my respect, until he tries to attack any of us
again. Perhaps he will listen to us, perhaps not, now I agree with
hiding his gear and anything marked with the Yellow's Rose's seal is a
good idea, as I'm sure that they would have magic to track them. Now
I will keep a look out for Karchok to come back, also to see if our
unwelcome guests are getting closer."
Rashear dismounts from Mistwalker's saddle, glad that the horse still
had enough energy for the moment but knowing that soon she would need
to be returned back to her plane to rest. He tries to gauge how much
time he would have his horse, touching the horse figure in he belt
pouch, he feels the warmth still emanating from it. tying
Mistwalker's reigns to a near by tree branch, he moves away from the
group, still within ear shot, he looks for a tree with a good enough
view of the surrounding area, spotting one he starts to scale the
tree, looking for hand holds and pulling himself upwards.

[Michael New]

I know, you said at least a week.

It's just that I have no class...  

On Wed, Aug 10, 2011 at 5:44 PM, Michael Briggs <briggl...@gmail.com> wrote:

Give me a little time.  Game is on hold for at least a week until I get caught up in class.

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[Bob G.]

Helllllooooo?

[Michael Briggs]

Hey guys.  almost done with this semester of school.  week after next for the game to resume.

On Fri, Aug 26, 2011 at 10:12 AM, Bob G. <bob.gar...@gmail.com> wrote:

Helllllooooo?

[Bob G.]

Since things are so quiet here, I hope no one minds me asking a
question. I'm creating a 7th level arcane caster (mage or sorcerer, I
haven't quite decided) fir a 3.5 version game and have been instructed
to request 2 or 3 "+2" items. I'm guessing that could also mean items in
a similar price value range, so what would you ask for, if that was your
criteria? What's your idea of the best two or three items you would want
for your caster?

[rpgamer]

Maybe one to increase your specialty area or school interest e.g.
evocation and one to mitigate a weakness e.g. low dex or con.

[Michael New]

Hi Michael,

Do you have plans to resume this game soon?

Cheers,

Mike

[Michael Briggs]

Hello everyone,

Thank you all for patiently waiting for the game to resume.  We are back on as of now.  Please respond to this post if you are still around.  I know that Karchok and Rashear's players are still here.  I'm confident that the rest of you are as well.  Thanks again for your patience.

Mike, DM

[Don Alley]

After what seems like weeks of riding, a ride likely heightened by the urgency of the cargo they carried, Quentin nudges Shyam and says "Is that clearing over there a good place to set up camp?"

[Michael Briggs]

The group is gathered in the copse of trees between a weeping willow and a strong oak tree.  The eyes of the scouts don't survey any one approaching the site, which begins to create as much of a sense of ease as possible.  As firewood is gathered to warm the adventurers and keep animals away from the campsite, the sun begins to dip in the eastern sky.  Although there is no clear skies to see the globe of the major sun through, a blood red horizon lays like a blanket through the eastern sky; offset only slightly by the green slow of the lesser sun in the north.  

The knight continues to lay motionless in his bounds on the ground near the location of the fire.  Karchok returns from his flight without finding anything threatening to the group.  His form appears from a raven that lights the ground nearby.  His arrival seems to awaken the party's guest.

As he wakes and realizes his bounds, he violently begins to struggle.

[Andrew Airmet]

I'm here!  Ready to start bashing some heads in and give exuberant bear hugs.