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!!sCfPwF8cwEd 01/30/12(Mon)23:46 No.17743978rolled 41 = 41
“Irontoe,” you start, “I meant for you to teach them the words of man, we will need to know it to be strong. I have faith in you. Check everyone for the gift again, just to be sure, one day we will be powerful and with your help we can make that day come to us sooner.”
Irontoe looks at you in a strange fashion, perhaps a look of respect? He nods to you and turns to the tribe to search for potential in them. You look at the corpse at your feet and laugh. After a few minutes you order the tribe to get ready for a fight. All of you head to the road you passed not too long ago, and set up an ambush. 5 slingers and Speargobs on one side of the road, the rest of them on the other, you order them to wait to attack until you give the signal. Some of them don’t hide themselves well and you yell menacingly at them. After everyone is settled, you and Irontoe hide with the speargobs and wait. And wait. And wait.
Finally around midday, you hear whistling coming from the bend in the road. You tense up as a single cart, drawn by a horse turns the corner. The man riding the cart is dressed in fairly good quality clothes and has a sword on the bench next to him. He seems oblivious to your presence. You prepare to order the ambush when Irontoe whispers to you: “I smell magic boss!”
Proceed with the attack anyway?
(note that this isn’t taking place in an established setting, mainly because I don’t wanna mess up something and have everyone call me out and laugh at me.) |