To Far Away Times

[Rezantis]

"Ha!" Rez snorts derisively, and walks after Dracos.

[Brian]

The pair of you walk away from Markham and Tomas.  The sun is ever-closer to setting, without completely immersing you in darkness.

All of the men immediately around you watch you, jaws slackened with surprise over what they just witnessed.  What they found amazing specifically, you're not actually sure ... but they look away when they realize that you are aware of them.

You walk until the men (and since you're at the border of the inner/outer camps) and women don't look at you with the same slightly disturbed expression.

[Rezantis]

When the party halts, Rez queries the other two in a low voice: "So what's the plan, then? I'm . . . sorta . . . tempted to follow Tomas on his scouting tonight and see if he does anything unusual . . . maybe I'm just being paranoid here."

[Brian]

"I think not," Liandral says very quietly.  "We're being followed ... and watched.  If we'd arranged things in advance, this would have given us an awesome advantage in terms of a distraction from the real scout.  I don't know what's going on, but I don't think I trust Tomas."

[Dracos]

"You're right.  We should've planned better.   Being watched following him out would be worthless.  Leaving now would ...hm...  Start the hike back now perhaps?  Swing around in front of the group.  But even that would be watched."

Dracos

[Brian]

"It's hard to say ... pushing on leaves us tired, but with more strength than the rest, I gather.  We can rest, and be ready for what happens next, I suppose."

[Rezantis]

"We can't very well leave, and you're probably right," Rez nods to Liandral, "In that we can't really go and scout.  Best thing to do here, probably, is get some sleep . . . and deal with what happens, when it happens."

[Brian]

You find a spot to rest, and sleep like you did on your trip to the Keep the first time.

You wake up to the sounds of loud yelling from one edge of the camp, Liandral on his feet, bow in hand before you can finish opening your eyes.  When you stand up, you can't see what the source of the clamor is -- a lot of men near you have hands on sword-hilts, but left their weapons sheathed.  It doesn't appear to be an attack at least ... with the ever-dwindling sun about to set, it's hard to see that far, though.

[Dracos]

Dracos quickly smacked himself awake, getting up and turning slightly to Liandril, "What's going on?"

Dracos

[Rezantis]

"So," Rez asks conversationally, as he sits up and shakes himself awake, "What are the bets that Tomas has, er, somehow failed to detect the dreadmarch and they're somewhere we weren't expecting them?"

[Brian]

"It sounds like there's a fight," Liandral says slowly.  "I'm not sure who with, though."

You proceed to the scene, and the men in your way move aside to let you through.

When you reach the center of the circle, you can see what was blocked from view before.  There's a small woman wearing a green robe with a blue hem, attended by three guards who are dressed rather similarly to how Bjorn was when you first woke up.  In front of her, bleeding and looking fairly wounded, is your cousin, the rabbit-torc guy.  Opposite him, Tomas is looking frustrated and angry.  Both men have swords drawn, though only Tomas's bears any blood on it.

As soon as Rabbit-torc sets eyes on Dracos, he relaxes, dropping his greatsword with one hand and letting the tip fall to the ground.  "Cousin," he calls weakly.  "I need your aid!"

[Dracos]

Dracos doesn't delay, drawing his blade and getting between his cousin and Tomas in a defensive stance, "What is going on here?"

Dracos

[Rezantis]

Rez places his hand on his sword hilt, but stays on the edge of the circle - looking quickly around the circle to see everyone's reactions to the scene.

[Brian]

Tomas swears, and backs up a step, then throws his sword at you, turns around, and runs like hell.

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<@Brian> roll 3d6
<Chibi-Suu> Them bones was tossed for Brian ... : 3d6 --> {13}
<Dracos> roll 3d6 for luck Chibi-suu
<Chibi-Suu> Them bones was tossed for Dracos ... : 3d6 {8}
Dracos deflects the sword out of reflex, but there's no real chance such a clumsily thrown sword would cause serious damage.

Stunned, the other storm-riders part to give Tomas room to run -- Liandral quickl steps up, nocks an arrow, and then turns to look at you quizically.

[Rezantis]

Rez doesn't hesitate, he immediately dashes after Tomas, drawing his sword as he starts moving.