Post by missmilkmaid on Oct 29, 2014 2:10:43 GMT
((Narrative continued from Realm Activity: Elon))
Dressed in the rugged clothes and leather armor of frontier rangers Bronsyn Alistair and his company of eight men had made their way carefully across the Wastelands, taking care to keep their presence hidden and leaving no trail behind. They had longbows over their backs and swords at their hips, but had only drawn their weapons to hunt for food along their way.
Relying on his knowledge of the country and the information gathering on his previous mission, Bronsyn had lead the party to the territory where they could expect to find scouts and riders under the command of Hulgark the Fox. The Elonese had come on foot, the better to keep their presence concealed, but now Bronsyn had to do something that went against his every instinct. He had to find a party of orcs and reveal himself.
It wasn’t too difficult to find the scat and trampled turf left by a small party of Hulgark’s mounted warriors. Using the long shadows of evening Bron and his men stealthily followed the trail, until they saw the campfire up ahead.
“In case this goes bloody, I want there to be someone to take news back to Elon,” Bron told his men, “I want three of you to remain hidden and follow at a good distance, while the rest of us attempt to speak with the orcs. If they slay us where we stand, or at any point during the possible negotiations, turn at once and make your way back to Elon as swiftly as you may.”
Having drawn straws to decide who would stay hidden and who would go forward, Bron and five of his party took the parley flag they had prepared and made their way toward the campfire.
When one of the lookouts was in sight Bron gave a short whistle to alert him of their presence and kept his hand up, speaking in the tongue of the Waistelands.
“Do not shoot. I am Bronsyn of Elon and I come in peace and good will. We mean you no harm.”
Dressed in the rugged clothes and leather armor of frontier rangers Bronsyn Alistair and his company of eight men had made their way carefully across the Wastelands, taking care to keep their presence hidden and leaving no trail behind. They had longbows over their backs and swords at their hips, but had only drawn their weapons to hunt for food along their way.
Relying on his knowledge of the country and the information gathering on his previous mission, Bronsyn had lead the party to the territory where they could expect to find scouts and riders under the command of Hulgark the Fox. The Elonese had come on foot, the better to keep their presence concealed, but now Bronsyn had to do something that went against his every instinct. He had to find a party of orcs and reveal himself.
It wasn’t too difficult to find the scat and trampled turf left by a small party of Hulgark’s mounted warriors. Using the long shadows of evening Bron and his men stealthily followed the trail, until they saw the campfire up ahead.
“In case this goes bloody, I want there to be someone to take news back to Elon,” Bron told his men, “I want three of you to remain hidden and follow at a good distance, while the rest of us attempt to speak with the orcs. If they slay us where we stand, or at any point during the possible negotiations, turn at once and make your way back to Elon as swiftly as you may.”
Having drawn straws to decide who would stay hidden and who would go forward, Bron and five of his party took the parley flag they had prepared and made their way toward the campfire.
When one of the lookouts was in sight Bron gave a short whistle to alert him of their presence and kept his hand up, speaking in the tongue of the Waistelands.
“Do not shoot. I am Bronsyn of Elon and I come in peace and good will. We mean you no harm.”
