Journey to Treecrest

[Boggs]

Maylar fiddles about in Manxyl's wound; while the cut is near the stomach, the cut isn't deep and didn't hit any vital organs. He'll need to rest for the next day but his recovery should be quick and painless.

After, Maylar offers the cloak to Shadow Walk, the she wolf sniffs over the cloak several times but takes no scent. Of the other clothes, only one of them gives the she wolf a mark but she only leads Maylar to one of the corpses upon the ground from the previous battle.

Spoiler: Ronyl (click to show/hide)

Maester Abelar gives you a stern look, "Best we keep this between ourselves, we wouldn't want to cause worry... or fear." He climbs into the wagon, bringing the lantern with him and gestures for Ronyl to take a seat; he takes out a glass to magnify the ridges of the coin, "In Braavos, there's an... an organization, a guild of assassins. Their presence is scarcely known and Westeros and oft not tolerated in these lands. It's not from their cruel or harsh methods but, rather, a fear because... well, we simply don't understand the mysticism that encompasses these... these Faceless Men."

[TwoBitWriter]

Manxyl

Manxyl graciously nods toward Maylar. "Thank you, very much. That's twice in a single day's time that I have been injured as such... I should really be better at deflecting incoming blows..." He chuckles a bit.

He is still hazy, his vision like a tunnel. He constantly opens and closes his eyes, trying to correct it, but to no avail.

[Frostchilde]

Maylar

"Fear not, Master Snow. You must be doing something right...you are still here to tell the tale." Maylar comments.

[Cinder]

Ronyl

"I see," Ronyl says not quite sure of himself.  "I have heard of the Faceless Men, though very little.  Rumors suggest they are fearsome foes...unerring in their tasks.  I am not to believe that the fallen foe was a member of these men...but if he were, there may be more for us to worry about than we suspected."  He pauses before adding, "Maester, may I persuade you to tell me what you know of these assassins?"

Spoiler: OOC (click to show/hide)

Persuasion Test: 4d6=20

He bows politely to the Maester when he finishes and holds his hand out, "I'll hold on to the coin, Maester...a battle trophy, if you will."

[inmygravenimage]

"A storm is coming." It is as if Arian had not spoken for days, weeks - years? Her eyes, to any that see, seem fixed on a point beyond seeing. "A siren storm, that calls to us." Abruptly, she blinks, shakes her head, and looks around, somewhat perplexed. "Forgive me, I am a little... Distracted."

[Boggs]

Dylan approaches Arian, startling her as she whispers words to Kelpie, "Fear not, dear sister. Our House has conquered more perilous trials; we're not one to cower at such petty brigands." He holds his side while speaking, while his wounds were not dire, it's obvious that he is in pain.


Maester Abelar looks to Ronyl, "If it please you, I would like to hold on to the coin for a few days. I'd like to get a chalk outline and send a raven to Oldtown," he pauses for a moment, stroking the few whiskers that have grown to his chin since Oldwatch. "There's little enough that I know of their organization; they're based out of Braavos and their methods, while cruel, are ancient in tradition."


Shadow Walk returns to Maylar, the she wolf was still unable to pick up a solid scent among the corpses. In the few hours that have passed since the ambush, a crescent moon has risen high into the sky casting the woods in an ominous mix of shadow and light. Kristoph and Evan have stifled their laughter and walk towards Gaerynt, Evan speaking while coming near, "There's a lot of blood that was spilled this night, the scent will only attract wild animals... I fear the grove has become to dangerous to serve as our camp."

[Cinder]

Ronyl

Ronyl offers a wry look to the Maester, "I suppose that would be fine, just see to it that the coin makes its way back to my possession.  Thank you, by the way, for telling me what you know of this matter...it may prove useful in the future."  He bows politely and leaves the Maester, and the coin, behind, striking forth to find Gaerynt.

[Frostchilde]

Gaerynt

"I tire quickly of these lands and their hidden snarls." He confides to Evan and Kristoph. "Let's break camp and ride for Treecrest. Our journey is for the tourney and not to provide every bandit and n'er-do-well a target for their mischief."