Turn 46: Tracks (Cont)
~Tradebridge Castle~
Rabble regained his focus once more, steadying the light. Carefully, he looked away from his glowing hand and towards his surroundings. He found he actually could look away, and even examine other things, but he had to convince himself that he didn’t care, in a strange way. Like he was casting careless glances, eyes wandering randomly, even as he gave them subtle direction. He made himself feel like all he was doing was meditating on the light in his hand, even as he allowed his body to take him close to a nearby wall so he could watch the flickering light dance along its cracks and imperfections. Had anybody been present they would have seen Rabble calmly walking along the wall, his right hand raised and curved towards him oddly and his eyes seeming to drift aimlessly; a sight which no doubt would have made any peasant think he was mad or possessed. But to Rabble, he was finally free to walk amongst a world bathed in green light.
+1 Petty Magic, Light (Autoillusory)Loyalty: Rabble Rall (Content)
Occupants: 3 Castle Staff, 1 Mason, 4 Guards, 5 Guard Recruits, 1 Initiate, 5 Men, 10 Women and Children
Hostages/Prisoners: The Baron, 1 Guard
Food Stores: 16 Barrels of Beer, 4 Sacks of Coarse Grain, 8 Sacks of Coarse Flour, Three Quarters a Crate of Hardtack (Ration length: Unknown)
Assets: Marketplace, Armory, Guard Barracks, Small Temple
~A Mountain Path to the East of Barkamsted~
Lork and
Eliza walked into the mountain, and the way was peaceful. It appeared they’d found a trail, and it managed to avoid the cold heights, and there were even a few trees to slow the wind. But as they walked it’s path the sun advanced on its own, and before long they were losing the light necessary to follow the trail. There were trees nearby they could find shelter under, or they could likely find a cave, but if they continued on they’d be doing so without the ability to reliably follow the tracks.
~In the Mountains in the South-West of Brisland~
Bomrek McCheesemaker, Averus Darkcast, Zane Marne, Jase, and Kurn found themselves at the base of a mountain trail. They had been chased off for refusing to join their mad count’s army. The fool had only just taken over office from the old count, and he was already trying to muster an army to invade. The exiles had nothing but the clothes on their backs, but they would need to escape the county soon if they wanted to keep their lives. To make matters worse, night was falling.
Character SheetsSorry guys, my chemistry went all pear-shaped. Every day I told myself that I’d solve the reaction and isolation conditions and I’d be able to move on, but it wasn’t until today that I did. Luckily, I made my deadline, so no more of that nonsense.
Not all of the newly introduced characters will survive.
