Sunday Night Gaming

Only a couple of miles travel from Greenest provided Hrodulf and Morfindion with the first live signs of their quary. A pillar of smoke, small but consistent, rose up from what must have been a campfire. Either the wood being used was damp and smoky or they were cooking something... something fatty...  another mile and a half bought them to a group of low hills and the smoke was clearly rising from a dell within the valet sheltered by the hills. "The gods only know why they have stopped now" Hrodulf muttered quietly to Morfindion as they carefully made their way to the crest of the tallest hill "Perhaps they are lost?" Morfindion offered "More likely they have decided to split the loot they have gathered..." Hrodulf replied softly. The camp below was home to a handful of Human raiders and almost twice as many Kobolds. The raiders appeared to be cooking some type of game birds over a fire of what smelled like  pinewood... the resin creating the...

As they crested the first hill a single figure could be seen coming back along the same route that the army had taken, it appeared to either be wounded or old as it was leaning heavily upon a staff and making slow progress. "We should investigate Hrodulf" Morfindion whispered needlessly as the figure was still too far away to hear what might have been said. Hrodulf grumbled saying "the quicker we get this over with the quicker I can get back and try my luck with Linan" at which Morfindion looked at him as if trying to work out if he was being serious or not. As they closed the distance it became clear that the figure was a woman, relatively young but injured with a ragged bandage wrapping her leg and bruising starting to appear beneath one eye. "Ho friend!" Morfindion called out once the distance had been almost closed "you look as if you have been in the wars... What news have you of the road ahead?" I  hear that you intend to follo...

Morfindion looked out at the fields that surrounded the southern side of the village of Greenest, the rolling hills and copses of trees, a look of bewilderment on his face "How are we going to track them down to their encampment?" he asked of no one in particular. Hrodulf looked at him sceptically and then laughed, a laugh that came from deep within his belly and filled with genuine mirth "You aren't joking are you? Where have you been living all your life? in a cave or something?"he asked the haughty looking Elf. A twitch, almost too small to see appeared on Morfindion's face as the question hit an apparently raw nerve but Hrodulf ignored it saying "Well if I am going to be doing the tracking I am definitely going to be having all of the reward... what are you here for? Muscle?" he said with a feral grin enjoying the wounded look that briefly lit the Elf's features. "There is a trail Elf, one that even a blind man might be able to...