Bret
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Post by Bret on Apr 6, 2018 4:10:18 GMT
Finally deciding to get off his ass, hoping that everything of importance/wealth wasn't all gone, Bret wandered upstairs to the knight's quarters. "Damn", he muttered noticing that whatever was there had been picked over by the others. It's been a few months, he needs to stop thinking as a soldier and more like a thief, if he was going to survive with this lot..
But maybe there may have been something left of note in or around the open chest.
(Observation: 35)
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Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on Apr 6, 2018 4:18:09 GMT
Donal had been out hunting like Tim. Unlike Tim he had returned without rabbits, and with only a few berries in his pockets. He had no idea if they were edible or not, but figured he could offer them to one of the other bandits in the gang to verify that before eating them himself.
Seeing the mill in a greater state of chaos and disarray than normal he sought out the nearest figure upon entering for information, which happened to be Alyn. "What's going on?" He demanded.
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Taero of Myr
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Post by Taero of Myr on Apr 6, 2018 6:11:55 GMT
While everyone was gathering around their belongings or what items they wanted to steal from Longinch, Daven grabs his pack and bow so that he can make sure that the troop still had time to frolic around and be noisy.
He heads to a nearby tree where he can clearly see the river and the road and climbs up a good distance so that he can sit back and watch to make sure the law doesn't attempt at sneaking up on them.
-Stealth: 65 -Observation: 25
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Post by Edwyn Blackfort on Apr 6, 2018 10:19:51 GMT
Donal had been out hunting like Tim. Unlike Tim he had returned without rabbits, and with only a few berries in his pockets. He had no idea if they were edible or not, but figured he could offer them to one of the other bandits in the gang to verify that before eating them himself. Seeing the mill in a greater state of chaos and disarray than normal he sought out the nearest figure upon entering for information, which happened to be Alyn. "What's going on?" He demanded. "Longinch." replied Alyn. "Dead. Hanged by the neck about a mile from here." He pointed a finger upstairs. "They're looking for anything that might worth stealing. Don't know what that is. Don't much care. If you ask me we should get out of here. Otherwise we might be joining our beloved leader." He smiled with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Pardon me. Former beloved leader." He turned for the door. "Excuse me Donal." he said politely. "I believe my horse needs some attention."
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Boros
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Post by Boros on Apr 6, 2018 11:06:06 GMT
Pete darted back downstairs in a hurry, paying no heed to Alyn, Donal and the Eye as he did.
In the middle of the room he started making a little bon fire, throwing everything that wouldnt be of use: rotten wood planks, old canvas bags, pieces of parchment... Anything that could sustain a fire and he managed to get his hands on. All the while he hummed a little tune.
"Burn, burn, burn thats what it's gonna do." He sang and danced around the growing pile. "Run,run, run or ye gonna burn too."
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Barley
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Post by Barley on Apr 6, 2018 13:08:29 GMT
Barley walked in on Pete and frowned, “don’t make a fire, people are likely coming already, we don’t want a smoke signal to our location”
Usually Barley was all on favour of a fire, but since vex had looted a corpse in the middle of the day, which someone must have seen they needed to get away as quickly and quietly as possible.
She left the room again to keep a watch on the direction to the town.
Observation 57
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Boros
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Post by Boros on Apr 6, 2018 13:49:02 GMT
Pete paused his entertainments as he saw his muse come downstairs. Barley, the shivering flame that tore through the wheat field of his hear. He had not liked her at first, he thought her pretentious and a little rude. But then,one day, as they raided a farm, he saw her with a torch in her hand. That moment his heart stopped and he was assailed by a completely new emotion. The look on her face as the flames consumed the place... He fell for her in that very instant.
Oh Barley, would you like to join me?! Pete was about to say, before she ordered him to stop his activity.
Instead he only managed to mumble a couple unintellegible words and nod. Throwing aside whatever he had at hand.
It hurt him to do so... Having to choose between the two loves of his life.
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The Raven
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Post by The Raven on Apr 6, 2018 14:41:17 GMT
Bret: Observation 45 (failed)
Bret finds merely the ornate chest itself, which would sell well in any common market, should he care to drag it to such a public venue.
Daven: Stealth 139 (Success, 1 point awarded) Daven: Observation 101 (Success, 2 points awarded)
Longinch chose their hideout well, and Daven obscures himself with little effort. As for the rest of the world, Daven could see the tiny, disused road nearby that eventually joined the common way. He saw no sign of intruders... But he did just barely notice the fresh tracks of Vex's damnable horse diverging from the old path and leading into the long grass surrounding the mill.
Barley: Observation 108 (Success, 2 points awarded)
Barley quickly spies the fresh tracks beside Vex's tied horse. The palfrey was feasting on the nearby bounty of grass, quite oblivious to the possible doom her owner might have directed towards all of them.
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Apr 6, 2018 15:46:49 GMT
After failing to find anything useful in Longinch's room, Tim decided to leave the others to it and gather up his belongings. He'd noticed Barley take the coin purse but decided to keep the knowledge secret, for now. A man never knew when it was worth knowing something other people didn't. Whilst gathering his belongings, he rooted around in the dark corners of the mill for anything portable and worth salvaging that did not specifically belong to one of his cohorts.
Observation 22
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Barley
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Post by Barley on Apr 6, 2018 16:52:05 GMT
A horse was always a valuable asset, especially if people were potentially coming down upon them.
She kept a watch out, as it was unknown how it escaped, but went after it with a view to bring it back.
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The Raven
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Post by The Raven on Apr 6, 2018 17:08:51 GMT
After failing to find anything useful in Longinch's room, Tim decided to leave the others to it and gather up his belongings. He'd noticed Barley take the coin purse but decided to keep the knowledge secret, for now. A man never knew when it was worth knowing something other people didn't. Whilst gathering his belongings, he rooted around in the dark corners of the mill for anything portable and worth salvaging that did not specifically belong to one of his cohorts. Observation 22 Tim Observation 109 (Success, 3 points awarded) Tim finds several sharp implements used in the production of grain, including scythes, shovels, various blades. In addition, he finds various carpentry tools, particularly hammers, nails, and saws. There is also rope, along with hooks, saddles, and an impressive butcher's blade for whatever livestock the former owners might have possessed. Tim also finds that the cellars might make adequate hiding spots should trouble arrive, along with allowing easy access to the river and the boat tethered to the hidden entrance behind the great wheel.
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Apr 6, 2018 17:38:42 GMT
Tim sorted through the items that looked useful. The butcher's blade he claimed for himself, putting it with his personal belongings, along with one of the ropes and some fishing hooks. But there was far too much for him to carry himself and he had no talent for carpentry anyway so he left the other items where he found them.
Then he looked around for other members of the gang who weren't productively occupied.
"Fellows," he called out. "Might want to bring some of these things along with us when we leave. Tools and rope and things."
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Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on Apr 6, 2018 18:21:28 GMT
Tim sorted through the items that looked useful. The butcher's blade he claimed for himself, putting it with his personal belongings, along with one of the ropes and some fishing hooks. But there was far too much for him to carry himself and he had no talent for carpentry anyway so he left the other items where he found them. Then he looked around for other members of the gang who weren't productively occupied. "Fellows," he called out. "Might want to bring some of these things along with us when we leave. Tools and rope and things." Donal stood around for a few moments processing Alyn's words as the man went off. Longinch dead, this was not good. Who would lead the gang now? Then Donal realized that if he wished to be leader, and turn this gang to the noble end of overthrowing the nobility of the riverlands, he had best start taking the initiative. Figuring his fellows had already acquired their dead leader's belongings, and not needing to fetch any of his own, for he carried his meagre few possessions around with him wherever he went lest someone steal his things while he was gone, he was ready to make his way outside and look for where the others had gone when he heard Tim yelling about carrying supplies. That was a good idea, and if he could get in on it and salvage some things with Tim perhaps that would endear him to the others. He ran over to where Tim's voice came from. Scanning the various items he looked to Tim. "What do you reckon I ought to take?" he asked the other bandit.
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Apr 6, 2018 18:28:56 GMT
Donal stood around for a few moments processing Alyn's words as the man went off. Longinch dead, this was not good. Who would lead the gang now? Then Donal realized that if he wished to be leader he had best start taking the initiative. Figuring his fellows had already acquired their dead leader's belongings, and not needing to fetch any of his own, for he carried his meagre few possessions around with him wherever he went, lest someone steal his things while he was gone, he was ready to make his way outside and look for where the others had gone when he heard Tim yelling about carrying supplies. That was a good idea, and if he could get in on it and salvage some things with Tim perhaps that would endear him to the others. He ran over to where Tim's voice came from. Scanning the various items he looked to Tim. "What do you reckon I ought to take?" he asked the other bandit. Tim grinned at the young man. "Could take a few of the tools, mayhaps. Hammer and nails might be useful. I'm taking some o' the fish 'ooks, meself. Don't matter where we end up, we'll always need food. I remember one time when I was a boy, out fishin' with ol' Ben. We caught a dozen fat trout together. O' course, I could more than 'alf meself. Lord Blackwood were well pleased and invite me to sup at i's own table that night. Below the salt, but it were an honour."
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Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on Apr 6, 2018 18:42:05 GMT
Donal stood around for a few moments processing Alyn's words as the man went off. Longinch dead, this was not good. Who would lead the gang now? Then Donal realized that if he wished to be leader he had best start taking the initiative. Figuring his fellows had already acquired their dead leader's belongings, and not needing to fetch any of his own, for he carried his meagre few possessions around with him wherever he went, lest someone steal his things while he was gone, he was ready to make his way outside and look for where the others had gone when he heard Tim yelling about carrying supplies. That was a good idea, and if he could get in on it and salvage some things with Tim perhaps that would endear him to the others. He ran over to where Tim's voice came from. Scanning the various items he looked to Tim. "What do you reckon I ought to take?" he asked the other bandit. Tim grinned at the young man. "Could take a few of the tools, mayhaps. Hammer and nails might be useful. I'm taking some o' the fish 'ooks, meself. Don't matter where we end up, we'll always need food. I remember one time when I was a boy, out fishin' with ol' Ben. We caught a dozen fat trout together. O' course, I could more than 'alf meself. Lord Blackwood were well pleased and invite me to sup at i's own table that night. Below the salt, but it were an honour." Donal grabbed the hammer, and looked around for something he could use to put the nails in. "Aye Tim, and when the war came what was your reward for catching trout for Lord Blackwood? What was ol' Ben's reward then? The privilege of dying in the mud at Redgrass field for some man who wanted to be king more than his brother and some Lord who thought he could get ahead by picking the right side? Seems poor thanks for good fishing to me." He scooped up the rope after his speech and slung it over his shoulder. Rope had plenty of uses.
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