#jerhna

[bw-subodai]

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.)

[bw-subodai]

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... "

[bw-subodai]

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.

[bw-subodai]

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."

[bw-subodai]

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.)

[bw-subodai]

Zev (Ben)

"Steady, Silvyn," I say to the retreating elf. "We may run across fiercer than me out there."  I pause. "Speaking of which, are you well-armed?"

(I wait to hear his response and perhaps respond again; once that's done, I'm off to see the Reformer.  No reason not to put both Silvyn's response and my arrival and first impression of the Reformer in one post, though, I'd say.  Better pacing than splitting it up, don't you think?)

[bw-subodai]

GM (Dustin)

Silvyn backs away from you, trying to play off his fear as if it's nothing but utterly failing. "Uh, I- " his voice cracks. He clears his throat, quickly composes himself and continues. "I was hired to safely escort a party to Glacier's Edge. I know no more than this.... and I think that's for the better." That last part is under his breath, but still audible.

"As far as the red tape, sire, you'll have to talk to the reformer. I've tried to hurry things along but... well, I'm a simple guide. I hold no sway. Truthfully it matters little to me; I shall guide you to your destination either way."

[bw-subodai]

Zev (Ben)

"Because they want me away from Rimenacht," I tell Silvyn conversationally. "They might've tried to put me here, if they thought it would work and it wouldn't disrupt the social fabric.  So instead we visit Glacier's Edge.  Tell me, how were you chosen for this little excursion?"  I think, A fool's errand, and all of us on it fools.

I nod politely and say the proper phrases when introduced to the party-members from the Reformatory, but I am listening intently to Silvyn's introduction and trying to infer yet more from what he doesn't say.

Most of it seems fairly self-explanatory: the best warrior may not be able to lace up his own boots and thinks I'm his uncle.  The thief is alert, which is a good start.  The murderer is dangerous.  I am a bit surprised, though, by the fact that she's also attractive.  One always assumes murderers are as ugly on the outside as on the inside, like with the orcs.  It would be simpler if it were so, I reflect.  Then I wonder how exactly I would look in such a world.

My reverie ends with the news that there's red tape holding us up. "Dealing with any problems well before tomorrow is why I'm here now, Silvyn.  Tell me, what's the holdup?  Who's in charge here?"

I lean forward towards Silvyn so our heads are almost touching, I'm looking directly into his eyes, and no one save Viniir would be able to hear my whispered words. "What I'm saying, Silvyn," I say softly, but with an edge, "is tell me everyone and everything I need to know to eliminate these problems, and I'll make it happen."

I had resigned myself to not pulling rank on anyone until after my successful return.  It looks like the Fates, ever the patronesses of the Subodai family, still want me to pull all the rank I have and some I don't.

I could always ask Safed for help, I think with bitter amusement.  Of all the elves in Rimenacht, he wants me gone the most.  I'm sure we'd get everything straightened out in no time.