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[thirdkingdom]

Telemachus

"Excellent! We'll take as many as you have."

Timmer Hol

"I'll let you have six. Should I bring them by here in the morning?"

[sulldawga]

Aldus thanks Timmer for his help and pays him whatever price Madame Fleur had negotiated.

When the interview with Timmer is done, Aldus will say to Telemachus: "I think we might as well construct our own, giant-sized smoke pots. We just need some barrels stuffed with excelsior. Drop a coal in there and close the lid, and it should smoke for a long hours before the barrel catches on fire."

Telemachus

"Fine by me. Perhaps we should contract to have them made for us while we ascertain the location of the hive?"

[Pulpatoon]

Aldus: "Sure. And some carts to haul them around in."

[thirdkingdom]

Madam Fleur is furiously writing down notes with her quill. "Pots . . . and carts to transport. Anything else? Is anyone interested in hiring this Sephwil fellow?"

[sulldawga]

Madam Fleur is furiously writing down notes with her quill. "Is anyone interested in hiring this Sephwil fellow?"

Telemachus passes on hiring the rogue. He is still interested in a Fighter-type.

[shaidar]

"...Is anyone interested in hiring this Sephwil fellow?"

Newton

"Perhaps, I have some questions first..."

"...So, Mr Sephwil, you seem very confident. What skills do you have that will make it worth us hiring you, and what experience do you have of the wilderness"

[thirdkingdom]

"...Is anyone interested in hiring this Sephwil fellow?"

Newton

"Perhaps, I have some questions first..."

"...So, Mr Sephwil, you seem very confident. What skills do you have that will make it worth us hiring you, and what experience do you have of the wilderness"

Egar Sephwil

The tall man bows and flashes a quick self-deprecating grin. "I hope that I can live up to my confidence. I know my way around with blade and bow, but my specialty lies in . . . how shall we say it . . . stealth and subterfuge. Regretably, I am not much of an outdoorsman, but could prove to be invaluable indoors, in a dungeon, say."

[shaidar]

Newton

"Personally, I'm looking for someone a little more at home in the wilderness."

[Pulpatoon]

Aldus is put out that this two-bit thief is trying to horn in on his gig, but can't say anything for fear of blowing his cover as a humble tailor who just happens to go adventuring with wizards and warriors. Lots of adventuring parties have a tailor, right?

On second thought, however, he might need to outsource some work down the line. Aldus asks the young man where he can be reached, for future opportunities.

[thirdkingdom]

Thirdmonth, Fifthday
Junction

With no one interested in hiring him the tall thief shrugs and bids the adventurers a good night. He looks Aldus up and down and tells him that he'll be "around".

Thirdmonth, Sixthday

The adventurers rise to a cloudless day, with an unseasonably warm breeze blowing in from the south. They cross back over the bridge and continue their exploration. They are unmolested by men or monsters. At the end of the day, around 3:00 in the afternoon, the party comes across a curious sight: an ancient and crumbling bridge-like structure running off to the north-east. It is made of mortared stone, standing maybe ten feet in height by five feet wide, with arched columns for support running down the length. There seems to be a flat surface -- maybe even a channel of sorts -- running down the center of it, down the length. Trees and saplings sprout on top. Intermittently the bridge-like structure has collapsed, overcome by gravity, age, and the elements.

It runs off into the distance, until it can no longer be seen amongst the trees.

Encounter on 1-2: 1d6 3
The adventurers explore subhexes 505, 406, 305. The structure is found in subhex 305.

[sulldawga]

Telemachus

"After we're done screening these hexes, it might be fun to follow this bridge and see where it leads. What wonders we might find in a city where the inhabitants built their roads in the sky!"

Ready to keep sweeping the hex.

[thirdkingdom]

Thirdmonth, Seventhday

The adventurers continue on with their exploration, starting in the western portion of their defined area. Just to the northwest of the curious structure they had found the day before the land starts to rise; not tall enough to be considered a mountain, but it's a single, large hill that rises what seems to be a couple of hundred feet above the rest of the land. It affords a decent view of their surroundings. To the northeast is a small lake, and further east can be seen smoke rising to the sky from what only can be Junction, although the town itself isn't visible through the trees. What is visible, however, is a bend in the river Sarn, perhaps six or so miles north of Junction. The adventurers can also see that the bridge they found seems to terminate at the lake itself.

As the adventurers are taking all of this in they also spy a half dozen individuals -- Men, it seems -- atop the rise, sitting around a small fire. The smell of roasting meat is in the air. They are dressed roughly, in leather armor mostly, it seems, and are bearing short bows and blades. They catch sight of the adventurers at the same time they are seen; several of them bolt upright in alarm, but one them, an older woman with brown hair turning grey, holds out a hand and calls out: "Hola, strangers! I'm afraid we don't have enough vittles for you and the small army you've got trailing behind you! What brings you folks out into these woods?"

The adventurers explore subhexes 206, 205, 304, 405.
Encounter on 1-2: 1d6 1
When does the encounter occur (hour):: 1d8 2
What is the encounter?: 1d8 4
Surprise (PCs first), distance, reaction roll:: 1d6 4 1d6 6 5d20 73 2d6 6

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[sulldawga]

Telemachus

The mage lazily raises a hand to signal for the horse archers to halt.

"Good afternoon! What brings us out here, you say? We're looking for bandits. Small group, mostly men but some women. Carrying bows but blades as well. Have you, perchance, seen anyone that fits that description?"

[Pulpatoon]

Aldus, from the hilltop, compares elevations. Is the lake high enough to feed and aqueduct? Looking in the opposite direction—following the path the aqueduct would have traveled—can he trace where it would once have been heading?

Upon meeting the others, he is about to offer up that the party stop for its own luncheon, and share rations with the others, just for variety—after all that roast smells good. But on hearing Telemachus lead with a story about bandits, he waits to see how they react to that before offering anything.

[shaidar]

While Telemachus leads the conversation Newton tries to casually keep an eye out for lookouts/guards or other hidden folk that might belong to this new group before they can sneak up on us.

[thirdkingdom]

Telemachus

The mage lazily raises a hand to signal for the horse archers to halt.

"Good afternoon! What brings us out here, you say? We're looking for bandits. Small group, mostly men but some women. Carrying bows but blades as well. Have you, perchance, seen anyone that fits that description?"

Woman

Telemachus can see the gears turning in the woman's head as she silently counts the soldiers filtering up behind Telemachus. "Nope," she says, nudging the spit with her foot to get it to turn, "can't say that I have. We're just poor, itenerant peddlers, trying to make our way in a cruel and unforgiving world."

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[thirdkingdom]

Aldus, from the hilltop, compares elevations. Is the lake high enough to feed and aqueduct? Looking in the opposite direction—following the path the aqueduct would have traveled—can he trace where it would once have been heading?

Upon meeting the others, he is about to offer up that the party stop for its own luncheon, and share rations with the others, just for variety—after all that roast smells good. But on hearing Telemachus lead with a story about bandits, he waits to see how they react to that before offering anything.

From above, he can certainly see that it looks more like an aqueduct than a bridge, but it looks both too high to feed from the lake and seems to stop in the middle of nowhere.

[sulldawga]

Woman

Telemachus can see the gears turning in the woman's head as she silently counts the soldiers filtering up behind Telemachus. "Nope," she says, nudging the spit with her foot to get it to turn, "can't say that I have. We're just poor, itenerant peddlers, trying to make our way in a cruel and unforgiving world."

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Telemachus

"Peddlers, eh? Show us your wares! We have gold."

[thirdkingdom]

Woman

Telemachus can see the gears turning in the woman's head as she silently counts the soldiers filtering up behind Telemachus. "Nope," she says, nudging the spit with her foot to get it to turn, "can't say that I have. We're just poor, itenerant peddlers, trying to make our way in a cruel and unforgiving world."

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Telemachus

"Peddlers, eh? Show us your wares! We have gold."

Woman

"The trinkets we have would not interest you, good sir. By the cut of your dress and the quality of the steed you ride I see you are wealthy -- a nobleman, perhaps! We peasants are beneath your notice."

[sulldawga]

Woman

"The trinkets we have would not interest you, good sir. By the cut of your dress and the quality of the steed you ride I see you are wealthy -- a nobleman, perhaps! We peasants are beneath your notice."

Telemachus

Any smile on the mage's face fades into a hard facade.

"No. I insist. Your wares, please."