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(Sorry for the long delay, but I'm back!
If you're still interested in playing, roll Tactics say... Ob 3 with a helping die from Viniir.)

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GM (Dustin)
(Sorry for the long delay, but I'm back!
If you're still interested in playing, roll Tactics say... Ob 3 with a helping die from Viniir.)
Zev (Ben)
(You only live once. Let's deal with the goblins and possibly get our food back.
My intent is to intuit a logical location for a goblin camp in the general direction Viniir thinks the goblins went. This seems to me like a linked test of Viniir's scouting - or whatever the Elven song equivalent is - and my Tactics. Reasonable?
And then, wherever I think the camp is, I want to get near there without being noticed, taking the whole party with me.
Yeah, I know that's gonna work out so hot, what with "Slowest and Loudest," but I don't trust everyone not to string up Silvyn in Viniir's and my absence.)
GM (Dustin)
(So. There be goblins and a possible food shortage. But you don't have to deal with them if you don't want to. In fact, you can pretty easily speed right to our destination if you frame your intent right. What say you?)
Zev (Ben)
(Oh, man. An Obstacle 1. Those are embarrassing to fail.
So. Paean of Deeds B2 (Conspicuous) + FoRK from Command = 3 open-ended dice.
3D6M4 => [ 5; 2; 6; 1 => 2 success(es) against 4 ] = 2
Success! An inspirational leader is me. Unlike last time.
Also, Jerhna is a real troublemaker. She's been the centerpiece of a failure consequence twice in a row.)
GM (Dustin)
Silvyn looks down at his feet somewhat bashfully. "... you're right, of course, M'lord. You must forgive me, I'm just a civilian and am not used to such military strictness. I will limit my rations appropriately. In fact, to make up for my pettiness, I'll even volunteer to help Viniir forage for more." Silvyn may be a spoiled dandy, but he's no fool, and knows when he's bested.
(Essentially Saying Yes to the request about Silvyn and, because I must be in a generous mood, his actions are throwing you a helping die for your next test with the party.
Intent: To impress the party with your good judgement and leadership.
Task: Conspicuous. I'll allow Command as a FoRK.
Ob: 1
Consequence: Jerhna will convince Tark and Brogan to break camp and return to Rimenacht - essentially continuing on with the party intact will probably call for a DoW.)
Zev (Ben)
"I am in command. I could have demanded higher rations, but I haven't. Viniir is our best insurance against ambush, but he hasn't." My voice is sharp and quiet.
"Should a time arise when we must choose between our comrades, it will be a bitter decision, but that decision is mine to make. And that time is not now. All of us share equal rations henceforth. Is that understood, Silvyn?"
(I want to make Silvyn follow my command, which may not be hard given his skittishness, but I also want to impress the rest of the troop with my fairness and good judgment. So that everyone will be more inclined to follow my orders if we go hunting goblins.)
GM (Dustin)
Silvyn stands and bows respectably. "Apologies, m'lord... but I am confused. You have said to ration and so I have; you have said to consume no more than needed and this is what I have done. We are undertaking an arduous physical journey and I have taken what is necessary to maintain my physical and mental health, no more, no less. To whit, I find a hearty breakfast absolutely essential."
He stands up and starts getting a bit animated "And, really, I don't see why all 6 of us should march into Glacier's Edge with waning strength. We must prioritize! It's not as though we're all equally deserving... "
Zev (Ben)
"Does that take into account that some of us may have been eating more than the allotment, Viniir?" I ask, looking hard at Silvyn.
I step over to Silvyn, looking to preclude an altercation between former prisoners. "Silvyn," I say sternly. "You know our supplies are slim. What is the meaning of this?" I gesture at the remnants of his apparently-large breakfast. "One part of discipline is limits. And that includes limiting our appetites. We need you trim to make our best possible speed, anyway."
GM (Dustin)
Viniir looks hard at the tracks, but eventually shakes his head. "No, sir, at least not precisely. Our movements since waking have masked theirs. But taking into account the quantity of food stuffs missing, I would wager that there's a small party. More than 2, but less than 6."
As Zev looks around the camp he notices the three former prisoners eyeing Silvyn with slow burning anger and hungrily gazing at the scraps that remain from his breakfast, which looks to have been larger than rations dictated.
Zev (Ben)
I look down at the trail. I can't make heads or tails of it, but I trust Viniir.
"Can you tell how many, and which way they went?"
I look around at the faces of our merry band again. They may not be ready to fight goblins, but they're not ready to be left alone in the wilderness, either.
GM (Dustin)
None of the party look very guilty. They all willingly meet your eyes. In fact they all are taking the situation rather seriously and are graciously standing off the trail in order to make Viniir's tracking easier.
After several minutes, Viniir looks up at you grimly. "It's hard to be sure but... I think we've got a goblin problem."
Zev (Ben)
(My Perception is G5. Let's roll! *rolls dice* Grayshade saves the day!
Results: 1, 2, 3, 5, 6: 3 successes. Jerhna keeps her cool.)
GM (Dustin)
(Ok I think I know how to play this, since Viniir has the Tracking skill and you don't.
Intent: To divine whether or not a member of the party is responsible for the loss of foodstuffs.
Task: Perception.
Ob: 3
Consequence: Jerhna gets incensed at your accusing looks and makes such a ruckus that Viniir can't determine the true source of the incident.)
Zev (Ben)
"From whose pack?" I snap. "We can't afford to forage for all of us."
I march back towards the center of our camp and eye the members of my troop. It could be someone is stealing - hell, one of them at least is a proven thief. Or it could be... something else. "Viniir?" I call.
I pace around the packs, looking for tracks not belonging to elves and any sign of tampering by an animal.
(I want to see if any of the party looks obviously guilty and if there are obvious signs a beast got into the packs. Perception, with help from Viniir?)
GM (Dustin)
When you're all done with your speech, you eye Viniir who is wearing a very Peregrine Took-like expression of foolish satisfaction. He winks at you as if to say "Good speech." And it doesn't appear to have been a bad one - the men aren't cursing under their breath at you - but neither is it quite having the impact you were hoping for. The party looks at each other, shrugs, then looks at you and gives vague nods of approval; "Sure. What the hell." Not what you wanted, but perhaps not a bad start.
The next morning you come back onto the road after relieving yourself to find Silvyn waiting for you, and wringing his hands. "Um, sire..." He pauses, looks back to make sure the others, some distance away, are not overhearing "I'm afraid we have a problem; there uh... seem to be some rations missing."
Zev (Ben)
(Well, you could always run the new failure consequence by me. If it makes a better story, I'm all for it.
Especially since I failed pretty badly. Two successes on eight dice. But I have one 6. I'm agonizing over this last Fate point I have. There's almost no chance I can get two more sixes and a success... so I won't spend it. So much for inspirational leadership!
For the record: 1, 1, 2, 3, 3, 3, 5, 6.)
GM (Dustin)
(Heh, your speech made me think of a much better consequence, but I shan't pull a switcheroo on you. Go ahead and roll.)