No Free Pass In Silvervein Pass - RPLOG
Participants
Date
21/1/480
Log
An imposing feline in Longtech guard armor stands near a pair of wagons, laden with stone, wood, and other materials, as various Beings run back and forth, taking note of inventory and ensuring the wagons are secure. The guard lets out a sigh as he looks around, awaiting the arrival of these Freeswords Lady Longtail hired.
Fenris rides up on the back of his gigantic, purple buffalo. "Hey there, Marcus," Fenris says, giving a lazy, half salute to the guard, "Flora said you could use an extra hand or two following this stuff to town?" The tiger is wearing shimmering metal plates sewn into a flexible leather jerkin. It looks like it might be a uniform, but there is no indication as to what uniform it might be.
Terry moves up with the rest of the group. The diminuitive feline is clad in plain, seemingly off-the-shelf leather armor, with a cloak thrown on top of it for good measure. He stays near the enormous purple buffalo, lingering nearby while listening attentively to the others. He waves at the posted guard in greeting. "Greetings, sir. At your service."
Benna seems to have put on something a bit more form-fitting than her usual potato sacks for the mission, a snug creator jumpsuit layered beneath the jacket of a certain coyote. With a quiver and bow on her back and an unsure look on her face, she shuffles up to the LongTech guard, giving a nod to Fenris and Terry as she recognizes them. "Hello, again," she offers quietly.
Among the beings taking care of inventory and ensuring the wagons are properly fit and secure, an unfamiliar face stood among them, carrying a large stack of wood to a wagon.
"Alright, these seem to be in order." Said the Reptile-looking being, setting the stack down and adding, "How many more are left?" Cary gently asked one of the beings responsible for inventory. The peculiar looking dinosaur was wearing his usual journeying gear but he was carrying various vials with him instead of his usual blacksmithing gear.
A short distance away from the caravan, Rodian leans against some sort of mechanical beast as a twirligig circled around him. He is wearing his usual attire of leather, made specifically reduce any burns he may receive while dealing with the tech around him. He calmly polishes a disc with a rag, only looking up to see a purple buffalo. "Uh, how peculiar." He mumbles to himself, noting the rider to be Fenris. He gives the tiger a short wave.
Galve lightly lands just a short distance away from the congregation of beings, his arrival announced by the drone of insect wings. He approached the others, greeting the Longtech guard and looking around a little. "Guarding a convoy... this should be good."
"This one is here.", announces a voice from knee-level to the guard. "I will be providing extra help." He crosses his arms. The small lizard is clothed in some leather armor with a hood covering most of his face, though his snout peeks out of it. He appears to be equipped with a small crossbow strapped to his forearm, a satchel of bolts and at least one dagger.
Marcus grunts, eyeing the Fenris' buffalo. "Personally, I think we can handle it, but Lady Longtail insisted," he says, crossing his arms as he looks at each Freesword that arrives. "...Lady Longtail definitely knows overkill," the guard mutters as he notes the size of the party. He motions the adventurers to the side and explains the situation.
"The last few convoys to go through here got raided; Lady Longtail is tired of delays and wants this taken care of, now." The feline looks less than pleased with having to accept outside assistance, but he doesn't comment on it. "Prepare yourselves. We move in five. I want this done quick and easy," Marcus says, raising his voice for the workers to hear, before heading over to a small group of guards, no doubt also under Lady Longtail's employ.
Fenris laughs easily, staying on his mount. "Our dear highlady does like to make sure a job is done," he says waving to the others who have come along for this little jaunt. The tiger guides his buffalo around the wagons, greeting other Longtail guards and employees he knows.
Terry shrugs lightly. "The Longtails have enough crown to throw all of it at problems that need fixing. It's more profit for us." He moves towards the wagon, inspecting it for a moment, before turning to the others. "I.. I must confess I am not familiar with this area much. What should we expect to face?"
Cary fiddles with and prepares a couple of vials, strapping them onto their belt. Their content seems mostly.. Oily and brownish? Odd. Either way, the odd-looking dino inspects the freeswords and not really knowing any of them, waves and politely greets them. "Good day. And.. This is an awful lot of people. I certainly wasn't expecting all this, the bandits must be really fierce then, right?" Cary faintly smiles, leaning on one of the wagons. "Anyway, I volunteered to keep an eye out on the wagons and.. Gear. So if you have anything that needs a quick patch on our way, just give me a shout. I've got a couple of tricks on my sleeve if anything happens though."
Rodian coughs nervously and walks over to the rest of the group, his crusher keeping a decent distance away while his twirligig patrolled around the caravan. "Uh hello," He attempts to greet everyone while shuffling in place. "I'm not the greatest of fighters but I um, well if anyone gets hurt thats how I'll help." The corgi rubs at the back of his head and keeps an eye on his crusher, didn't want anyone to get accidently hurt by it.
Galve checked his gear and looks around a little. He approaches the wagons, asking one of the employees whether it would be better for him to ride or follow on foot, or by wing if they wanted.
"Let us get underway.", Shliek says as he climbs up onto one of the wagons. By the frown on his face, he seems not at all intertested in chatter and more on getting the job done. He watches the other chatter away about the job, listening, but not contributing in that regard.
Marcus scowls and heads for the center of the bustle. "Alright, move out!" he calls, the guards falling into line around the wagons. "Climb in or follow along, I don't care. But these wagons are going!" the feline continues, heading to the front of the convoy. And with that, the workers are climbing into the wagons and the convoy is making its way down the trail.
Fenris finishes his pleasantries and sets PB (Purple Buffalo) to ambling along beside the supply train, staying just about in the middle. The big tiger produces a small, stringed instrument from somewhere in his saddle bags and accompanies himself as he sings. Something about a crying guitar, but it is nice to listen to.
Terry clambers up onto one of the wagons after the offer is made, perching up against the building materials. The small feline being looks around to each of his companions, his gaze lingering on Fenris. He smiles slightly at the song being played. "Can tell who's been on an outing like this before."
Cary slowly climbs up onto one of the wagons as well, trying not to get their tail stuck on anything or.. Not hitting anyone with it for that matter. "We're in good company, aren't we folks?" Cary smiles a little bit, gazing at the other companions. "I mean, we even have a bard of sorts, hah!" The ankylosaurus cheerfully added, looking quite optimistic.
