(Well, at some point, Naren stuck the oil-soaked rag in a map case, blew out the candle and put them all away. But now?)

Naren sits his horse with a bit of strain; he actually likes exercising his own legs and doesn't horseride unnecessarily. Tracking isn't his strong suit, so he merely keeps an eye and ear out while keeping track of what the others discuss.

While everyone was getting ready and mounting up, Thraim went to check the body of the bowman.  A few moments later, Thraim appears from the brush hold a large sack.

"Jerky!" Thraim says happily as he walks towards his horse.

Thraim stuffs the sack into his saddle bag, and then mounts his horse and prepares to ride.

Semina rushes out of the brush carrying  the weapons and treasure that were on the assailant.  Returning to the group, she presents her findings to all.  

"All I found was 5 silver pieces, 15 copper, a short bow and a quiver of arrows," she speaks quickly. Knowing the treasure will be no use to her, she hands everyone a piece silver with three copper. "I am not sure who can use the short bow, but the arrows and weapon are for anyone that can use it," she sets it aside.  

Semina  grabs Icerick's reigns and mounts the gentle giant.  "I assume we are ready to find the others," she eyes everyone.  "Let us make haste and not lose their track," she kicks Icerick into a trot.

(For Everyone:  The new plan of action is...?)

Heathcliffe proposes the following, "Let us send a pair of scouts ahead to scour the wilderness for the main camp and any secondary hideouts the bandits should have. Our scouts can then relay a message back to the group when they have agreed to an adqueate estimation of the forces we are dealing with."

Quote from: StormBringer;271674(For Everyone:  The new plan of action is...?)

(OOC- the same as in post #130; our skirmish doesn't seem to have alerted the main group, so our plan should be the same.  Does anyone want to do anything differently now?)

(OOC:  I am game for any plan, as long as we move this game in a direction.  I would like to make it to Castle Of Amber some time soon, and I believe we still have other people to meet up with some time, if they are still interested in the game?)

(OOC:  Stormbringer:  How far ahead is the rest of the bandit's party?  Also Semina is already trotting ahead, so she will scout, but probably unsucessfully.)

You approach the bend as quietly as a horse will allow; all you hear is the natural sounds of the forest.  A few glimpses through the less dense copse on the very turn of the bend shows no discernible movement ahead.

Quote from: Venosha;272101(OOC: Also Semina is already trotting ahead, so she will scout, but probably unsucessfully.)

(OOC- Well, the plan already had Thraim and Kagan-Zur scouting ahead of the main group.  However, if you would rather have Semina do the scouting, then I'm cool with that too.)

(OOC: I could also scout because of my halfling surprise ability but I would have to do it alone.)

(Naren just wants to not be a sitting target)

Semina trots her horse around the bend, you can briefly see her moving through the trees as she rides up around the turn a bit.

Thraim watches as Semina trots her horse up ahead of the group.  Seeing that plan is out with the bath water now, Thraim slows his horse down so that he becomes the last rider in the group.

(OOC: Okay...I was just offering to ride a head for a bit, see if I stir up anything.  I can be the target if stuff goes down, but I haven't seen Kagan-Zur post for a while, so unless he is hiding some where?)

( I am game for any suggestions, but I am only able to post once, maybe twice a day....so PM me and I will do whatever the group wants.)

Semina slows Icerick to a walk while heading around the bend, and listens for anything unusual in the area.  She hears nothing out of the ordinary and glances over her shoulder as her companions watch her from a distance.  She does it ever so slightly so she doesn't give away their position if something were to surround her.  

'I should have let the dwarf scout ahead, 'she murmurs to herself.  'If I am ambushed, I might have an advantage being a woman, or worse,' she contemplates once more.   Shrugging her shoulders, she looks down the road suspiciously.

Still noticing the road is clear, there is something that agitates Icerick.  Maybe he senses something out of place, or it could be the deepening gloom of the forest ahead. Semina halts her horse for a moment.  She dares not enter the looks of the forest without considering a new plan from the rest of the group.