Immersive Ink

mushgnome wrote:
Highbough nervously watches over his shoulder for any sign of pursuit. If there is a hill or tall tree nearby, he will climb it and keep lookout while accommodations for the night are negotiated.

waysoftheearth wrote:
Very well.


Dieter is a rather intimidating fellow; a thick-necked bull of a Man wearing mail and helm, with a well-used sword at his belt. His bright eyes are piercing and his face is flushed by the drizzle and wind so that it is almost red.

Olaf, on the other hand, is a lanky young fellow, his sparse facial hair only a few seasons old. He too wears mail and carries weapons.

Gustave is somewhere between the two. Despite being equally filthy, it is clear by is gait, stance and the angle of his chin that he would once have been a fashionable fellow. His sword is narrow rather than a broad, and even now his mustaches have a vaguely recognisable shape to them.

waysoftheearth wrote:
Highbough stands watch at the top of the bluff in the breezy dusk as the three Men (Olaf, Dieter and Gustave) dump their heavy sacks of coin thankfully, and tramp down the hill toward the farmstead.


(Olaf, Dieter and Gustave please go to thread 28...)

ehiker133 wrote:
"Oi," says Desmond, laying on the hillside, looking up at the clouds passing overhead, "what's takin' them so long?" On cue, his stomach rumbles loudly.

danhem wrote:
"Well, it does not look or sound like they are being slaughtered so perhaps all is well," Ulric says straining his eyes and ears. "What do you see Highbough? Perhaps we should begin to make our way forward; slowly at least."

waysoftheearth wrote:
Highbough's sharp eyes enable his to spy the farmhouse porch even in this dying light. There appears to be some exchange going on. Gustave, the amiable coot, seems to be rather familiar with the local residents... perhaps he knows them?

Ah, now Olaf seems to be waving you down to join them.

Of course there are the extra sacks of loot left behind by Gustave, Dieter and Olaf to haul...

danhem wrote:
"Well, these sacks are not going to walk down there by themselves," Ulric says eying the heavy bags of coins. "Looks like our strongest left us with some heavy work. Let's take turns carrying them."

Ulric selects one of the bags and does his best to carry it a little ways.

waysoftheearth wrote:
Very good.

The remaining company members pick up the additional treasure sacks and haul them slowly down the hill and through the field toward the farmstead in the last of the day's light.

(Everyone who want to go down to the farmstead, please go to (028) Pillock's Farm. Anyone who wants to stay on the hill can remain in this thread...)

eris wrote:

waysoftheearth wrote:Very good.

The remaining company members pick up the additional treasure sacks and haul them slowly down the hill and through the field toward the farmstead in the last of the day's light.

(Everyone who want to go down to the farmstead, please go to (028) Pillock's Farm. Anyone who wants to stay on the hill can remain in this thread...)

Olaf wants to go back up the hill and warn the party about the "no elves or weird folk" comment Pa Pillock made. He'll also help with carrying down the loot.

OOC: So, he's back here for a post then back down at the farm. [img]images/smiley/smiley.png[/img]

waysoftheearth wrote:
With the dusk fading and the first blush of evening rain beginning to spatter, Olaf hikes back up the hill and meets the remainder of the company half way to the farmstead.

He warns Ulric, Highbough and Desmond that the yokels are not interested in weird folk.

Down at the farm it appears that the others are already moving inside, out of the cold.


What do you want to do?