Immersive Ink

ehiker133 wrote:
Desmond glances up to see Josiane running towards them with all the haste she may.

"Looks like we're in some kind of trouble now, lads," he says, readying his shield and making sure his sword is loose in its scabbard.

coffee wrote:

danhem wrote: "We should set a quick pace, eh Dieter? Those lads are sure to be in some kind of trouble by now."

"Or we will be," Dieter mutters grimly. "Come on then, if you're coming."

And he hitches up his pack, checks his gear, and strides off down the road.

eris wrote:
Olaf moves over to the side of the road, just below the ridge where he can see down the other side but where most of himself is hidden and keeps watch on the approaching party of 6 and the canopied pavilion at the cross roads.

"Could be friend, could be foe, but out here more likely to be trouble than anything else." Olaf says to himself as he watches, "I wish the rest would hurry up and get here. I feel pretty exposed out here by myself."

sulldawga wrote:

ehiker133 wrote:Desmond glances up to see Josiane running towards them with all the haste she may.

"Looks like we're in some kind of trouble now, lads," he says, readying his shield and making sure his sword is loose in its scabbard.

"Olaf ain't right behind her?" Dorgan mutters to himself. He drops the reins of the mule and begins to run toward Josiane.

"Someone mind that beast for me. I need ta see what's going on."

When he gets to Josiane, the dwarf will stop and ask what's the matter.

doctorx wrote:
"Hopefully nothing, but it is best to be cautious," Josiane replies breathlessly; " A pavillion at the crossroads with a red-and-white banner and a band of half-a-dozen men moving towards us about half-an-hour distant. At least one goes armed. Lord Olaf maintains a watch on them. He bids us join him as swiftly as we can that we may make the appropriate preparations should they prove hostile. Let us make haste!"

She will move to take charge of Murphy again, repeating her message to the others and looking anxiously for any sign of Dieter, Ulric and their mysterious shadow...

verhaden wrote:
Torben

Eager to prove himself, Torben takes the reigns and watches Dorgan run off. He turns to Desmond and, in particular, Mondes. "Never a dull moment, eh?" he remarks.

sulldawga wrote:

doctorx wrote:"Hopefully nothing, but it is best to be cautious," Josiane replies breathlessly; " A pavillion at the crossroads with a red-and-white banner and a band of half-a-dozen men moving towards us about half-an-hour distant. At least one goes armed. Lord Olaf maintains a watch on them. He bids us join him as swiftly as we can that we may make the appropriate preparations should they prove hostile. Let us make haste!"

"Haste it is, Miss. I'll see ya there." Dorgan will leave Josiane and the others behind and continue his run until he reaches Olaf's position.

ehiker133 wrote:

verhaden wrote:Torben

Eager to prove himself, Torben takes the reigns and watches Dorgan run off. He turns to Desmond and, in particular, Mondes. "Never a dull moment, eh?" he remarks.

Desmond smiles. Mondes frowns. They both reply, "Nope," in unison as they pick up the pace to something of a half-jog.

waysoftheearth wrote:
Olaf chooses his position well, and so it is that the full strength of the company reach him in dribs and drabs (those that set off apace first, while Ulric, Dieter and Rufus bring up the rear). The group of Men are still a hundred yards or so further up the road.

They have spied the company approaching, however, and now begin to tarry upon the road. Perhaps they are nervous about a dozen heavily armed Men approaching them?

What now?

tonneau wrote:
Gustave sighs deeply at this blatant display of impatience and haste, but nonetheless can't help but grin in anticipation of antics to come.
Flicking the last remnants of a surreptitious pastry from his fingers, he pursues his bi-cephalic comrade at a swift walk, sucking in deep lungfuls of the fresh country air and loosening his neck muscles as he goes.

Arriving at the crest, he spies the approaching mob.

"I'll take care of this", he declares to his assembled colleagues, and strides off down the road toward the group, armour gleaming in the sun, tufts of hair like honey-coloured flame flowing from beneath his helmet.

Halting some distance from the men, he strikes a somewhat magnanimous pose.
"What ho, gentlemen?", he cries imperiously.