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Post by Tim of Raventree on Apr 6, 2018 18:57:05 GMT
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. Tim shook his head. "Silly boy, Ben's still at Raventree with me mother, far as I know. And I'm not dead either. Takes me than one battle to kill Tim. Did I ever tell you about how I fought with the Raven's Teeth?"
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Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on Apr 6, 2018 19:05:58 GMT
"Yes, and everyone you fought with shared your good fortune no doubt." Donal shot back, not well pleased at being called a silly boy. Not having found anything to put the nails into, he satisfied himself with having secured the rope and the hammer and began to make his way from the room, back down toward the entry to the mill he had initially come through. "I'm going to find the others; so you'd best join me if you wish to tell us that tale for the hundredth time."
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Apr 6, 2018 19:14:29 GMT
Tim picked up his belongings. He longed to tell the tale of Redgrass Field again but perhaps now was not such a good time after all. He followed Donal, muttering about silly boys who didn't appreciate a good story. He did, however, want to see what everyone wanted to do next. Lacking in self-awareness though he might be, Tim did at least know that he would make a terrible leader. That meant he would need to follow whoever was chosen to be the new leader, and perhaps even have a say in how the decision was made.
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Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on Apr 6, 2018 19:20:05 GMT
Tim picked up his belongings. He longed to tell the tale of Redgrass Field again but perhaps now was not such a good time after all. He followed Donal, muttering about silly boys who didn't appreciate a good story. He did, however, want to see what everyone wanted to do next. Lacking in self-awareness though he might be, Tim did at least know that he would make a terrible leader. That meant he would need to follow whoever was chosen to be the new leader, and perhaps even have a say in how the decision was made. Donal could hear some of Tim's muttering and resisted the urge to make a comment back about deluded old men who didn't know what was real and what was their tale anymore. As he emerged from the mill with Tim he scanned their surroundings for any sign of their peers. "Do you see any of them?" He asked Tim, never having had fantastic eyesight himself.
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Apr 6, 2018 19:35:57 GMT
"We're all just doing our own thing right now."
Tim noted Barley standing close by but nobody else was immediately obvious. He shaded his eyes with his hand and looked around.
Observation 25
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Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on Apr 6, 2018 20:17:54 GMT
"We should get the others and come up with a plan." Donal replied. "If people come looking for us it will do us no good being all split up."
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Post by The Raven on Apr 6, 2018 20:22:17 GMT
(Observation Failure)
Tim notices nothing of note besides the perfectly obvious Barley.
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Apr 6, 2018 20:29:10 GMT
"I can't see anyone else," Tim grumbled. "But some of them are probably still skulking in the mill. Perhaps some have run off already. What do you think? There's strength in numbers, they say, but I'll wager not everyone sees it that way."
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Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on Apr 6, 2018 20:37:45 GMT
"Ain't ever heard of a gang of four bandits that lasted long." Donal replied. "Say Barley, do you know where the others ran off to?"
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Post by Edwyn Blackfort on Apr 6, 2018 21:07:25 GMT
Alyn had been on his way out, but he followed Donal and Tim to the pile of tools that Tim had found to see if there was anything worth having and that would fit in his saddlebags. He scanned the pile for blades that could be useful and examined the quality of the saddles. His own saddle was beginning to wear so another better quality one would be good. While he was there, his thoughts turned more and more to Longinch's armor, now dangling uselessly from an old oak only a mile from here.
Observation: 20
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Post by Harlan on Apr 6, 2018 22:22:05 GMT
It seemed as though no one in the gang gave two shits about Longinch’s documents, and that Harlan has stolen them in plain sight without a hinderence. He considered for a moment that none of them could read, and as such they wouldn’t care about some scribbles on parchment.
Taking the opportunity, Harlan walked out the back door of the mill and found a spot with a little privacy. He then opened the letter in his pocket, and read it over.
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Post by The Gambler on Apr 7, 2018 8:52:29 GMT
(Contents delivered via PM. Harlan is now aware of each gang member's individual bounty as well as Longinch's priceless job leads.)
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Apr 7, 2018 15:22:17 GMT
Growing bored of tagging along with Donal, Tim excused himself to go looking for Harlan. He wasn't close to the man and could not comprehend Harlan's tolerance of Pete's madness, but he was fairly sure that a man who had wanted to leave the mill without delay would know how to roust the others to action. He walked around outside until he spotted Harlan a short distance away.
"Harlan," he called out, giving the man fair warning of his approach.
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Post by Harlan on Apr 7, 2018 15:48:56 GMT
Harlan nearly jumped clear out of his boots, he had never been one for courage. Quickly, he stuffed the letter back into his chest pocket, and turned to greet Tim. “What gives you cause to spook a man like that?”
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Apr 7, 2018 15:59:26 GMT
Tim noticed the paper Harlan had quickly put away. Suspicious though he was about the mysterious art of writing, he wondered why Harlan had been so engrossed.
"I was looking for you. You said we should get movin', and I agree. There's no sense waiting 'ere to be found, and some of the others don't seem to be in a hurry to go. If you go, Pete will go for sure, and I reckon that lad Donal is ready to move too. Between us, I reckon we can get the rest movin', an' if not, we should leave 'em be'ind. I'm not putting my neck in a noose because the others are slow to move. It ain't safe to stay."
He paused for a moment. "Why'd you take ol' Longinch's papers? What use is paper to the likes o' us? I suppose I could wipe my arse with it, but it ain't no good after that."
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