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Carac has a mission in mind for Brev and Finnian
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Location: Wilderness - Dunland
Game Date: 22 of September in the year 3045
IC Time: Morning
Description:
Wilderness - Dunland
Thick trees spread all about the area. Most timber collected by Dunland is done here. Though, it is quite obvious very little lumber is actually cut. There is no obvious path through the woods in any direction, though, to the east the forest thins, and to the west the forest thickens. The ground is soft, causing many vines, brush, and other foilage to stand underfoot to make traveling extremely difficult.
Obvious exits:
West and East
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Dunland Time and Weather Forecast
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Real Time is: Fri Dec 19 00:28:56 2008
IC weather is: Wind: breeze - Clouds: sparse
IC Moon is: Last quarter
IC time is: Late Morning
IC date is: Mersday, Day 22 of September in the year 3045.
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[Carac(#32384)] Late morning and a breeze blows in from the north. Though winter is still a ways off, there is a bite to the breeze that reminds all that it will be here soon enough. Though there's been no official announcement from Carac, the camp seems to be getting ready to move, and what little gear the men carry is being stowed away in packs and pouches.
Carac stands with his back to the others looking off in the direction of the vast swamp land known as the Edenwaith. His eyes are serious and his brow furrowed with thought, but he makes no moves and speaks nothing of what has his mind trouble this morn.
Brev gives the pack he's been fiddling with a final tug - he's using both hands now, though the left is clumsy - and stands, brushing away the dead leaves. Noting the direction of Carac's gaze, he frowns, then makes his way over to the other. "Something on your mind?" he asks, lightly, then abruptly and low-voiced states, "We need to talk. Know I've been buggering things up - sorry. I should leave for a bit, before I make things worse."
[Carac(#32384)] The voice of his friend jars Carac from his thoughts and the look of deep thought turns to one of bewilderment as he turns towards Brev. "What?" he asks and then as the words spoken register he shakes his head. "Nothing that hasn't been troubling me for awhile now," he says.
"Buggering things up? You've done nothing that you need to apologize for. It is I who should apologize to you, and all the rest for leading us into this mess." He glances at his friend's arm. "How's the wound?"
[Saffron(#15443)]
Alroy stands and moves his arm in little circles, keeping his injured shoulder from going stiff. His movements are casual but the way he looks at his surrounds is far from it. Even as he checks his bow and arrows, one eye is always on the lookout for anything.
"Healing." Brev's reply is curt, clipped - but clearly the arm is on the mend, if not the sour temper that it brought on. He sighs. "I've been on edge ever since that Brodie business. I should have held out longer ... one pathetic life and I'd be back in Caerdh advising their new Ceann." He snorts. "And then I miss a target the size of a mountain. Kiern! I must be blind." Is the self-recrimination at an end? Not quite, for he adds, "Can't seem to rest easy with folk these days. Even barked at that Tavish fellow. As if that was ever going to get him to do anything but curl up like a snail in its shell."
Litany at his end, he looks to the other and shakes his head. "It's not you, Carac. It's us. Not a man here who hasn't got something to brood over." Well, maybe one - Brev's gaze is not turned toward Alroy.
[Carac(#32384)] Carac reaches out a hand in an attempt to pat the shoulder of Brev's uninjured arm. "Do not be so hard on yourself, Brev," he says. "If I'd known Brodie was as bad as I've learned, I'd never have sent you down there. I don't have so many friends that I wish to sacrifice one to the Bear."
He glances about the camp looking for Finnian, but when he doesn't find him his eyes settle on Alroy and he beckons the big Hawk to come join them. "As for Tavish, well I snapped a bit at him myself. The man keeps too many secrets and dodges to many questions to not be hiding something."
He glances back towards the swamp lands. "I'm told that the way to Forthunn is closed to us and we may have to head through the swamps to escape this Stag army." He gives a grunt. "Told by the man who I believe sent us into this ambush, so I question his information, but I must know what is happening along the road and around Forthunn, before I risk us all again."
[Saffron(#15443)]
There is no doubt that tension looms in the air all about them. Alroy does not meet Brev's gaze as he continues to tend to his bow. Finally, he hooks his forefinger on the bowstring, tugs it, and releases it with a soft twang.
"Tension is good," the older Hawk looks up and down the bow. "Keeps a man alert. And alive."
Slinging his weapon over his shoulder, the big Hawk walks over to Brev and Carac. "An army sent to ambush and keep back twelve men. Sounds about right, for a Stag."
Brev twitches away from the pat, prickly as a hedgehog, but he manages a half-hearted smile. "You have more friends than you think. None of us trusts each other, but we all trust you." The other matter brings back his usual scowl. "You been thinking what I'm thinking, eh? I don't like beimg manipulated - and I don't like waiting like puppets to do his bidding."
At Alroy's words he shakes his head and his mouth twists in a wry grin. "Tension sets some men jumping at shadows." He pauses but a moment, then states simply, "Armies don't bother over twelve men. If they know we're here, doubt they even care. Which brings the question - why are they here. Stag wants something - Caerdh? Redvyrne?"
Carac scratches lightly at his head and smiles slightly at the words concerning trust, but does not comment on them. Instead he speaks of Tet'Nak. "The Lord Hunter thinks himself wise, but I know his game. I know that he first came to Dunland from Enedwaith and that he knows those lands like you and I know Caerdh. To follow him in there would be suicide, I think."
A soft rubbing of his chin. "I've no idea what the Stag want, but I know that we must slip by them and get back to Caerdh where Garaig and the others wait." He bites lightly at his lower lip. "I hate to do it, but I must ask you to undertake another mission."
"Caerdh," Brev repeats, sighing softly. And then, questioning, "Mathain?" He lifts his hand to push the hair from his eyes, and there is a gleam in them that might almost be hope. He lets the dark curls fall into place and the moment is gone. "Ask away. I'll do what's needed," he hesitates, "and when it's done, I'll head south and seek for Brodie. I need to end it, else I'll be jumping at shadows all my life. What's it you were wanting? A diversion?"?
[Carac(#32384)] Carac smiles at Brev's willingness. "Aye, Mathain," he says. "Before we left for Harthunn I sent a handful of men north to start work on falling lumber for rebuilding the keep. If my guess is correct, that is where Garaig and the others would have went when this army showed in Forthunn. I wish for you and Tavish to slip past Forthunn and find Garaig, tell him what has happened and have him meet us near the Laeg/Caerdh border. If all goes the way I hope, we may be able to anger the Stag enough to follow us into Bear lands, and pit those two against each other."
He frowns slightly after this. "Is there anyway I can talk you out of going after Brodie?" he asks. "The man is dangerous, Brev. I'd like to be with you when you and he meet again, as I said, I've no desire to lose you to the Bear. I've lost enough to that clan already."
Brev listens to Carac's words and a faint smile comes to its lips. "It would be good to see Mathain occupied again. None of the nobles down in Creatrach ever gave a damn about the folk bleeding and dying for them." His tone is harsh. "Sure, I'll do that. Tavish should be an ... interesting travelling companion." He chuckles. "Who knows, Stag may be headed for Caerdh anyway."
The other query brings a scowl. "The man's dangerous - which is why he needs taken down. I want to find him, find out what he's up to - didn't say I'd walk up to him and pick a fight, did I? I'm not quite stupid enough to think I could take him on alone. Failed last time, didn't I, even wih Garaig's help." His voice is bitter.
[Saffron(#15443)]
Alroy catches sight of a bird, and quickly nocks his arrow. He takes aim, and shoots...
..and misses!
"Bah," is all he says before walking over to where the arrow struck the earth.
[Carac(#32384)] Carac gives a nod. "Well, I think the last orc invasion made them how wrong they were in their treatment of the Hawk," he says. "If not, and they want to try and drive us out again, well they'll bleed in the attempt and bleed hard."
He bats a lock of hair from his eyes and watches the flight of Alroy's arrow. "Arms still paining you some, eh?" he asks the large Hawk.
Then he turns back to Brev. "If you are set in venturing on after Mathain, any information you can find on who is in charge at Creatrach would be valuable, but don't risk yourself in the attempt."
[<#32384>] Carac then leans a little closer and whispers softly. "If Tavish accompanies you to Creatrach beware, I have no proof, but I believe he may be Brodie's man."
Brev snorts. "When Mathain fell, Bear leadership down south didn't give a damn. Even my Da said Bear had forfeited the place after that." The contempt echoes in every word.
As Alroy's arrow whistles past, his hand clasps his knife-hilt, and he half-turns as though expecting to see an enemy. "Sorry," he mumbles, shame-faced.
"
At Carac's final words, he twitches. "Been wondering that myself," he murmurs. "His arrival here from Creatrach was just too convenient." He sighs. "But if I stick close I might learn something. I'll watch him, don't worry."
[Carac(#32384)] Carac gives a nod. "I know you will," he replies. "I've something for you," he says. "I'racil gave me a few of these before he left, payment from the Sea Lord who hired him as guide. I don't know what help it'll be, but I know most men have a soft spot for 'em. If you get into trouble might be you can use it get yourself out." He reaches into the pouch at his side and pulls something out and presses it into Brev's hand.
Brev looks down at his hand, where something golden glitters. "Might be needing a few of these yourself," he says, but he tucks it away readily enough. "How soon were you wanting Garaig to meet you? Don't know what things'll be like over in Caerdh."
[Carac(#32384)] Carac chuckles. "I've a cuple left," he replies. "Never had much use for them, but kept them in case the day came when I would."
He purses his lips in thought for a moment. "Tell him to come as quickly as he can, might be that I'll have an entire army on my heels and I've no wish to fight them alone." He gives another chuckle. "If that don't get him moving tell him we overtook the whiskey shipment that was headed for the Hunter," he says with a grin. "That'll get his arse moving for sure."
Brev's lips twist into a grin. "He won't want to miss a fight," he agrees. "And I /won't/ tell him I've still got a flask left of Brodie's finest. I can't stand any more of the bloody stuff." The grin still on his lips, he turns to go back to his pack, then pauses. "Carac - take care. Please." The grin is gone, and despite his attempts at keeping his tone light, the muscle starts jumping in his cheek. "And good luck!"
[Carac(#32384)] Carac returns the smile. "You too old friend," he replies. "Remember do not put yourself at risk, the next time we speak I want to be speaking to you, not somebody who's claiming to be you returned from the gave." He swallows loudly and then nods once more. "Just take care of yourself."
Brev snorts and rubs at his face. "Made it through life this long, haven't I?" With that he's away to recheck something in his pack.
Wilderness - Dunland
Thick trees spread all about the area. Most timber collected by Dunland is done here. Though, it is quite obvious very little lumber is actually cut. There is no obvious path through the woods in any direction, though, to the east the forest thins, and to the west the forest thickens. The ground is soft, causing many vines, brush, and other foilage to stand underfoot to make traveling extremely difficult.
Obvious exits:
West and East
===============================================================================
Dunland Time and Weather Forecast
===============================================================================
Real Time is: Fri Dec 19 00:28:56 2008
IC weather is: Wind: breeze - Clouds: sparse
IC Moon is: Last quarter
IC time is: Late Morning
IC date is: Mersday, Day 22 of September in the year 3045.
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[Carac(#32384)] Late morning and a breeze blows in from the north. Though winter is still a ways off, there is a bite to the breeze that reminds all that it will be here soon enough. Though there's been no official announcement from Carac, the camp seems to be getting ready to move, and what little gear the men carry is being stowed away in packs and pouches.
Carac stands with his back to the others looking off in the direction of the vast swamp land known as the Edenwaith. His eyes are serious and his brow furrowed with thought, but he makes no moves and speaks nothing of what has his mind trouble this morn.
Brev gives the pack he's been fiddling with a final tug - he's using both hands now, though the left is clumsy - and stands, brushing away the dead leaves. Noting the direction of Carac's gaze, he frowns, then makes his way over to the other. "Something on your mind?" he asks, lightly, then abruptly and low-voiced states, "We need to talk. Know I've been buggering things up - sorry. I should leave for a bit, before I make things worse."
[Carac(#32384)] The voice of his friend jars Carac from his thoughts and the look of deep thought turns to one of bewilderment as he turns towards Brev. "What?" he asks and then as the words spoken register he shakes his head. "Nothing that hasn't been troubling me for awhile now," he says.
"Buggering things up? You've done nothing that you need to apologize for. It is I who should apologize to you, and all the rest for leading us into this mess." He glances at his friend's arm. "How's the wound?"
[Saffron(#15443)]
Alroy stands and moves his arm in little circles, keeping his injured shoulder from going stiff. His movements are casual but the way he looks at his surrounds is far from it. Even as he checks his bow and arrows, one eye is always on the lookout for anything.
"Healing." Brev's reply is curt, clipped - but clearly the arm is on the mend, if not the sour temper that it brought on. He sighs. "I've been on edge ever since that Brodie business. I should have held out longer ... one pathetic life and I'd be back in Caerdh advising their new Ceann." He snorts. "And then I miss a target the size of a mountain. Kiern! I must be blind." Is the self-recrimination at an end? Not quite, for he adds, "Can't seem to rest easy with folk these days. Even barked at that Tavish fellow. As if that was ever going to get him to do anything but curl up like a snail in its shell."
Litany at his end, he looks to the other and shakes his head. "It's not you, Carac. It's us. Not a man here who hasn't got something to brood over." Well, maybe one - Brev's gaze is not turned toward Alroy.
[Carac(#32384)] Carac reaches out a hand in an attempt to pat the shoulder of Brev's uninjured arm. "Do not be so hard on yourself, Brev," he says. "If I'd known Brodie was as bad as I've learned, I'd never have sent you down there. I don't have so many friends that I wish to sacrifice one to the Bear."
He glances about the camp looking for Finnian, but when he doesn't find him his eyes settle on Alroy and he beckons the big Hawk to come join them. "As for Tavish, well I snapped a bit at him myself. The man keeps too many secrets and dodges to many questions to not be hiding something."
He glances back towards the swamp lands. "I'm told that the way to Forthunn is closed to us and we may have to head through the swamps to escape this Stag army." He gives a grunt. "Told by the man who I believe sent us into this ambush, so I question his information, but I must know what is happening along the road and around Forthunn, before I risk us all again."
[Saffron(#15443)]
There is no doubt that tension looms in the air all about them. Alroy does not meet Brev's gaze as he continues to tend to his bow. Finally, he hooks his forefinger on the bowstring, tugs it, and releases it with a soft twang.
"Tension is good," the older Hawk looks up and down the bow. "Keeps a man alert. And alive."
Slinging his weapon over his shoulder, the big Hawk walks over to Brev and Carac. "An army sent to ambush and keep back twelve men. Sounds about right, for a Stag."
Brev twitches away from the pat, prickly as a hedgehog, but he manages a half-hearted smile. "You have more friends than you think. None of us trusts each other, but we all trust you." The other matter brings back his usual scowl. "You been thinking what I'm thinking, eh? I don't like beimg manipulated - and I don't like waiting like puppets to do his bidding."
At Alroy's words he shakes his head and his mouth twists in a wry grin. "Tension sets some men jumping at shadows." He pauses but a moment, then states simply, "Armies don't bother over twelve men. If they know we're here, doubt they even care. Which brings the question - why are they here. Stag wants something - Caerdh? Redvyrne?"
Carac scratches lightly at his head and smiles slightly at the words concerning trust, but does not comment on them. Instead he speaks of Tet'Nak. "The Lord Hunter thinks himself wise, but I know his game. I know that he first came to Dunland from Enedwaith and that he knows those lands like you and I know Caerdh. To follow him in there would be suicide, I think."
A soft rubbing of his chin. "I've no idea what the Stag want, but I know that we must slip by them and get back to Caerdh where Garaig and the others wait." He bites lightly at his lower lip. "I hate to do it, but I must ask you to undertake another mission."
"Caerdh," Brev repeats, sighing softly. And then, questioning, "Mathain?" He lifts his hand to push the hair from his eyes, and there is a gleam in them that might almost be hope. He lets the dark curls fall into place and the moment is gone. "Ask away. I'll do what's needed," he hesitates, "and when it's done, I'll head south and seek for Brodie. I need to end it, else I'll be jumping at shadows all my life. What's it you were wanting? A diversion?"?
[Carac(#32384)] Carac smiles at Brev's willingness. "Aye, Mathain," he says. "Before we left for Harthunn I sent a handful of men north to start work on falling lumber for rebuilding the keep. If my guess is correct, that is where Garaig and the others would have went when this army showed in Forthunn. I wish for you and Tavish to slip past Forthunn and find Garaig, tell him what has happened and have him meet us near the Laeg/Caerdh border. If all goes the way I hope, we may be able to anger the Stag enough to follow us into Bear lands, and pit those two against each other."
He frowns slightly after this. "Is there anyway I can talk you out of going after Brodie?" he asks. "The man is dangerous, Brev. I'd like to be with you when you and he meet again, as I said, I've no desire to lose you to the Bear. I've lost enough to that clan already."
Brev listens to Carac's words and a faint smile comes to its lips. "It would be good to see Mathain occupied again. None of the nobles down in Creatrach ever gave a damn about the folk bleeding and dying for them." His tone is harsh. "Sure, I'll do that. Tavish should be an ... interesting travelling companion." He chuckles. "Who knows, Stag may be headed for Caerdh anyway."
The other query brings a scowl. "The man's dangerous - which is why he needs taken down. I want to find him, find out what he's up to - didn't say I'd walk up to him and pick a fight, did I? I'm not quite stupid enough to think I could take him on alone. Failed last time, didn't I, even wih Garaig's help." His voice is bitter.
[Saffron(#15443)]
Alroy catches sight of a bird, and quickly nocks his arrow. He takes aim, and shoots...
..and misses!
"Bah," is all he says before walking over to where the arrow struck the earth.
[Carac(#32384)] Carac gives a nod. "Well, I think the last orc invasion made them how wrong they were in their treatment of the Hawk," he says. "If not, and they want to try and drive us out again, well they'll bleed in the attempt and bleed hard."
He bats a lock of hair from his eyes and watches the flight of Alroy's arrow. "Arms still paining you some, eh?" he asks the large Hawk.
Then he turns back to Brev. "If you are set in venturing on after Mathain, any information you can find on who is in charge at Creatrach would be valuable, but don't risk yourself in the attempt."
[<#32384>] Carac then leans a little closer and whispers softly. "If Tavish accompanies you to Creatrach beware, I have no proof, but I believe he may be Brodie's man."
Brev snorts. "When Mathain fell, Bear leadership down south didn't give a damn. Even my Da said Bear had forfeited the place after that." The contempt echoes in every word.
As Alroy's arrow whistles past, his hand clasps his knife-hilt, and he half-turns as though expecting to see an enemy. "Sorry," he mumbles, shame-faced.
"
At Carac's final words, he twitches. "Been wondering that myself," he murmurs. "His arrival here from Creatrach was just too convenient." He sighs. "But if I stick close I might learn something. I'll watch him, don't worry."
[Carac(#32384)] Carac gives a nod. "I know you will," he replies. "I've something for you," he says. "I'racil gave me a few of these before he left, payment from the Sea Lord who hired him as guide. I don't know what help it'll be, but I know most men have a soft spot for 'em. If you get into trouble might be you can use it get yourself out." He reaches into the pouch at his side and pulls something out and presses it into Brev's hand.
Brev looks down at his hand, where something golden glitters. "Might be needing a few of these yourself," he says, but he tucks it away readily enough. "How soon were you wanting Garaig to meet you? Don't know what things'll be like over in Caerdh."
[Carac(#32384)] Carac chuckles. "I've a cuple left," he replies. "Never had much use for them, but kept them in case the day came when I would."
He purses his lips in thought for a moment. "Tell him to come as quickly as he can, might be that I'll have an entire army on my heels and I've no wish to fight them alone." He gives another chuckle. "If that don't get him moving tell him we overtook the whiskey shipment that was headed for the Hunter," he says with a grin. "That'll get his arse moving for sure."
Brev's lips twist into a grin. "He won't want to miss a fight," he agrees. "And I /won't/ tell him I've still got a flask left of Brodie's finest. I can't stand any more of the bloody stuff." The grin still on his lips, he turns to go back to his pack, then pauses. "Carac - take care. Please." The grin is gone, and despite his attempts at keeping his tone light, the muscle starts jumping in his cheek. "And good luck!"
[Carac(#32384)] Carac returns the smile. "You too old friend," he replies. "Remember do not put yourself at risk, the next time we speak I want to be speaking to you, not somebody who's claiming to be you returned from the gave." He swallows loudly and then nods once more. "Just take care of yourself."
Brev snorts and rubs at his face. "Made it through life this long, haven't I?" With that he's away to recheck something in his pack.
Players: Carac, Brev, Alroy
Located in: Dunlending
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