Mudlark
Aye, Skipper. Mudlark has her sling ready, the tails around one hand and the cup and stone in the other- ready to fire. She stays as quiet as possible, listening for trouble.

I'm thinking we need to haul ass before we're down to two living characters again.

Zahra
Zahra snarls in pain and slashes at (W1). att [1d20+4]=2+4=6

Mudlark Mudlark doesn't assist with the burial of the stranger. Hoi! I'd like some o' those pitons! She walks back and forth, studying the cliff above- looking for splashes that could be blood, crumbled stone, etc. 'His companions', you say. P'raps he was alone- some bold, daft bugger out here on h...

Mudlark sorry about the delay- Real Life is such a pain! Mudlark takes the lead, staying about 10 yards in front of the others. She keeps her eyes peeled for any sign of traps or ambush. She gestures for the others to stay back as she approaches the downed figure. What can she determine about him/h...

Zahra
Zahra slashes at (W1), her blade cutting only the air in front of the beast's muzzle.
att [1d20+4]=6+4=10

Mudlark
An' I suppose you'll be wanting me to scout your way.

Mudlark
The young thief says nothing, just nods as she scans the landscape. She shivers, wishing her oilskin coat was thicker.

Mudlark The young thief moves quietly, her shoulders hunched against the cold. 'Tis a miserable day to be away from shelter- 'specially if that shelter has good rum and a hot fire. Something in the rhythms of her voice reminds listeners of a sailor's speech. She tries to keep an eye out for danger,...

Zahra
They wish to drive us like a frightened herd. Hold your ground! Zahra follows this comment with a snarling, screeching warcry.

Zahra
After a quick muttered discussion with Cruloc, Zahra steps away from the rope and readies her sword.
The rope will be our escape if the wolves start to overrun us.

Zahra
Zahra would prefer to stay at the base of the cliff, but it appears everyone else is climbing. She'll join them at the top of the cliff.

Sounds likely.

I second Jemmus' opinion.

Zahra
Zahra says nothing, just ensures that her weapons are within reach.

Zahra
Zahra watches the interrogation, even though she can't understand a word. If Dahinna can set up fish to be smoked, Zahra will help and learn. If not, she'll continue salting.

Mudlark is a young human woman with sparkling green eyes and auburn hair tarred in a braid, sailor-style. She is average height, slim and agile.
She has a crooked smile, much like Natalie Dormer.

Zahra If we cannot smoke the fish, perhaps we can begin salting it. Zahra collects her share of the spoils from the Picts, and settles down to begin clumsily salting the fish. She knows it can be done, but isn't sure of the process. Torix- you suggested taking them along when we return to the City....

Sure, deal me in. I'll need some info, since I don't have OSE- but I'm guessing I won't be the only one.

Zahra Zahra will help bind wounds and secure the prisoners. After this, she will help with guarding the prisoners OR basic camp functions like gathering firewood, fetching water and such. While she does these things, she'll occasionally stop to look around, as if refreshing her memory of the Living...