Thread: The Overdue Destruction of House Vorn

Jik nodded, That should be fine. At least for our group. I do believe we will be back before you guys. If not, well, I guess I'll owe Ur a favor. Come on, let's get going Jarikk. She hopped on her dire weasel and kicked the flanks to head off. The gigantic umber hulk scooped Jarikk up and began to follow after the small kobold, Jarikk letting out a small squeak as he was lifted up and carried by the monster. Ur motioned for his group to come and eyed the gnome warily. He didn't much trust her even if he could probably toss her a good distance away if he truly needed to. Still, as long as she didn't screw up the mission completely he guess she wouldn't be a major hindrance. He looked on the ground and started testing for various tracks and scents. He wasn't easily satisfied and took around an hour before he began walking at anything resembling a steady pace. Miranda was happily brushing the fur of Feraloth the Raccoon of Misery and Despair, humming a very atonal tune as she did so. She seemed to be completely oblivious to everything that was going on, her eyes not even watching the other two men as they walked. Somehow she magically was able to follow the path they took, keeping close to them even with her generally shorter pace. In another thirty minutes Ur held up his hand and the gnome stopped her incessant humming. He peeked through a bush and noticed a unicorn and her young at a stream. It was a very good chance especially since neither one of them had seen the adventurers coming to get them. He motioned for the gnome to go and head off a different angle so as to flank the creatures. He looked at the drow and whispered low, Do you have any spells to incapacitate them? Now would be the time to use them. Meanwhile, Jarikk and Jik were having a much easier time than the other people. If only because their prey had almost come to them. A young, eager scout had seen Jik upon her mount and decided that the lone kobold would make a very easy target and perhaps get him a good amount of prestige back at the village. Youth, in nearly any form, was just so wonderfully impetuous and rash that very little needed to be done to goad them. Jarikk had waited patiently while Jik and the elf had traded arrow for bolt, the dire weasel dancing lightly on the ground as the elf stood in the tree and tried to outlast the dancing animal. Jarikk had loaded a fowling bolt and taken aim, firing finally when he had a clear shot. The sheer surprise and trajectory of the bolt caused the elf's vocal chords to be bruised and rendered useless for a little while so when he realized he was outnumbered that he could not call for help. Jik took the opportunity to finally start actually firing and pegged the elf in the foot which caused him to fall out of the tree with his mouth open in a silent yelp of pain. The umber hulk easily caught the elf and held him tight as Jarikk examined him. Young, healthy, relatively strong. He should make a good offering and maybe an even better slave. His skin should also be a real seller. He retrieved a strap of leather and bound it tightly around the elf's mouth to keep him muffled even after the vocal chords healed. Jik started picked up arrows and arranging the tracks so they could not be followed back to her camp. A special spell of hers set her own fired and irretrievable bolts to rot and finally end up like so much fertilizer. Well, good, I don't feel like playing the role of a supposed trophy for some young fool's ego. She trekked over and removed the bolt and began to tie the elf up to make him easier to take back to the camp. He looked almost pathetic as he struggled against the restraints even as he bled from his foot. It wasn't a major injury, even a level one commoner could recover from it. It was probably the most action the elf had ever seen if his actions made any sense. They made it back to the camp before any of the other members and placed the elf down near the entrance to the cave should they have to quickly leave. Jik examined the elf and smiled in a cruel, reptilian manner, I bet the drow are going to love you. Oh yes, drow little elf. And you live to what, seven hundred? You are going to have a fun life ahead of you aren't you?