[RP] Play-By-Post Pathfinder

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#3323

The seven of you set off southwest, along with Nyna, Savil, your two prisoners, and the dead body (which is being returned for burial). Kamilla makes polite conversation with her father, and when she notices that Nyna seems bothered by this, starts making rather-more-pointed conversation clearly intended to denigrate the late Messire Kaver, repeatedly needling Nyna by implying that her husband was corrupt, unjust, et cetera. Nyna sniffs, sits straight upright, and stares past them like they aren’t there at all.

At first, your trip is reasonably uneventful; you ford the same creek that Savil fell into on his journey, this time with rather less difficulty, and continue on your way. Your wagon does get stuck briefly in the mud, but considering the many strong people it’s carrying, it’s not hard to fish it out. At first, the farmers you pass by, busy planting their fields, mostly greet you politely, nodding to you as you pass, but after a couple hours, they start to seem more reserved. You do see some signs of disruption — a sheep pen that’s clearly been badly damaged, a smashed window, some fallen logs that no one has bothered to clear out of your way — but it’s hard to tell for certain what the problem is.

(“Those weren’t here last time,” remarks Nyna at the logs.)

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#3324

A little while past that, Drakor, scouting ahead, starts to approach one of the streams Nyna mentioned, fairly narrow but fast-flowing. There’s a wooden bridge running across the stream, and two humans with polearms (the sort that seem to be modified hunting equipment, but with enough modifications to be just as dangerous as a longspear) are standing on either side of it. You’re a little more than thirty paces away, and they don’t seem to have spotted you yet.

#3325

Drakor slipped away to return to the wagon.

#3326

There’s a noticeable awkwardness. You can’t exactly make light chatter when one of the occupants of your caravan, a vehicle that guides, is being taken to their likely demise.

The hold tightens. Thoughts asking what one is even doing come rolling in. This is good, correct? To be torn, folded, and torn again like paper when trying to process the situation. That is appreciation for existence.

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#3327

And…the world in front of him is brought back into focus.

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#3328

(do I need to make a stealth roll?)

#3329

They (the bridge people) don’t notice you as you return.

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#3330

your previous stealth roll can ride

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#3331

“Four ahead. Armed with polearms by the bridge ahead,” Drakor said, materializing from the trees. “I don’t think we can sneak by them.”

He turned to Nyna. “Were there guards the last time you passed through here?”

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#3332

Canary peeks her head out of the back of the wagon and around… she seems a little anxious, but the gears in her brain are turning.

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#3333

Lionel looks up from what is somewhat evidently a slump. He can’t bring himself to look either of Kamilla or Nyna in the eyes right now.

#3334

“Were they standing in a way to be seen?”

#3335

(just to be clear, it’s 2 on each side, 4 total)

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#3336

(dm query: gender of each of the four?)

#3337

Nyna makes a face. “There were not. Many of the major bridges are tolled, but not this one.”

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#3338

“…Sounds like brigands then.”

#3339

(also, would they have seen the caravan by now?)

#3340

3 men/1 woman

#3341

“They were flanking the bridge with weapons taller than me,” Drakor said. “If they were trying to hide, they were doing a poor job of it.”

He idly reached into his pouch and loaded a sling bullet as he spoke. “Of course, those were only the ones I saw. There could be others lying in wait in the surrounding area that I didn’t catch.”

#3342

it’s another 150 feet away beyond the 160 feet Drakor already was, so no

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