Slime Salad

"Let's get out of here while the flying monsters are distracted, I can't shoot at them or they'll all go after me with you guys around," he suggests, recalling the last time he tried to take pot shots at distracted Jenna soldiers. "We might have to ditch the wagon."

He says to the coach driver, "On the other hand.. they're too far for a good shot. We should get to safety."

The ranger looks to see where they could go that would best elude the attackers.

"Jasputin? Can you tell everyone that we're being bombarded by an airborne unit and get Miss Goduvna to somewhere safer? I'm going to be busy here." He scrapes his arm across his nose momentarily and pulls on the string of his bow, "I'm going to try to kill the woman on the drake once...

Hyne pulls out his bow and an arrow, and yells out to the coach driver, "We're being attacked again!"

They might have confirmed their crown is fake.

"And I don't trust they'll attack only military this time."

Can Hyne see how the riders are dressed?

1D20+3+3 => (19 + 3 + 3) = 25 - Perception on who is attacking and what they look like

Hyne darts his gaze to the mountain, ready to look out for another attack on the caravan band.

1D20+3+3 => (10 + 3 + 3) = 16 - perception to read their mouth movement

Suddenly the sight of what Jerrold is doing is peculiar. Did Jarrold say something that was absolutely shocking to the guard? Why isn't the guard alarmed by the blood stains on Jarrold's shirt after a recent murder?

Hyne curses under his breath. It is clear: 'Jerrod' murdered the priest. The damned bastard must be one of the Queen's pirate cronies if she decided that offing an Umbarlee priest was worth her time. As the horse rides past, he presses to , but it becomes evident that he won't be able to jump far en...

Hyne tries his best to relax, but thoughts weigh on his mind. The murder of Cygnus, though part of a clergy that does horrible rituals, isn't justified in the slightest. Maybe the axe did it? But that's why he brought it to the clergy, he figured they would be best equipped to stop it from doing any...

Horace raises a brow at what Karamon states. He admits he did not consider the possibility himself, given the nature of the traps to embarrass their own as it is. He looks to Renald, and asks, "This change... it does not cause panic?"

The murder had naturally caused the procession to come screeching to a halt, but there isn't much that can be done about that.

Hyne remains patient. He looks to see if the little bird animal is still around, not having heard a chirp from it.

Hyne simply grins at the accusation, hiding his concern he feels right now knowing that 'Jarrod' isn't able to front the image that he had to put up. All he can do now is sit, as the wagons leave the town.

Normin hrms, "My assumptions the security would be a magical lock has truly damned this place." He heads downstairs, seeing as there is no time to unbusy his evening to see who had entered.

Hyne isn't sure how much of what the woman says is simply the bartender being charming for the sake of the job, or how much of it is projecting. He decides to pretend he didn't understand what she meant, "Hungry? At a tavern? The food reserves must've been bought out with all of the partying go...

"As if I would need it, and even then I would just try one of the many recipes for a cure," he points out.