Penne
Penne's camp

(OOC: I just remember channler's character can't move)

Penne lined the arrow up in the bow, and released it, letting it sail for the Tusked Bristleback that strud by itself in the distance.  He saw the arrow pierce hard through the beast's skull, and the beast twisted back.

"Thank you for serving us your body, beast, I wish you well on your journey," Penne whispered as he dragged the creature back to came, and returned the imperial's quiver.  Having bled it on the way back Penne went on to skin it, and laid the skin down next to the fire to dry, then he started cleaning out the skull.  When that was finished, her cut out as much of the meat as he could, and let it sit while sharpening the bones.  he finished his task by stabbing the meat into the bones and sticking them into the fire.

With meat cooking, he used the skin as a blanket for the Imperial, and went on to start eating some of the meat.  "When you're strong enough to move, grab some for yourself."

Rahvin, Near Jadier's cave

Rahvin looked ahead to the cave, and to the tracks. "I'm sure that they went in there."

He shrugged. "Now's as good a time as any."

He crouched and drew a dagger. "Don't screw things up this time." he said with a glare to Esethir.

Jadier, Cave

Jadier nodded to Brianna's warning. "We may as well stand and fight here." he said, readying the short sword he stole from Agnar's room.

"You have to promise me something, though." he said.

Sadril; Gorrmund's Camp, Fire, Dueling Grounds, Etc.

As the uneventful fight ended with the challenger running away, Sadril decided to emerge and reveal himself.  His figure appeared in the slowing (hope you don't mind) snow storm as one covered in dark clothes and a katana at his side.  His steps were silent and his movement steady and unwavering.  But as he got close to the fire, a seemingly friendly face could be made out from underneath a hood.

Sadril smiled (though not revealing his teeth) at Gorrmund and removed his hood, "Having some fun are we, Gorrmund, son of Jadier?  There's more to come," he finished, taking a seat by the fire and making himself at home --er-- at camp.  Why not have some fun with these 'lords'?

Jadier, Cave

"Promise me that if things turn ugly, you'll run." he answered, looking into her eyes.

He hated Agnar, not for wanting revenge, but for sending assassins. Why couldn't he do it the honorable way and challenge him to a duel?

Brianna, cave

"But Jadier.....don´t make me promise that, I can´t leave you alone to fight those assassins, I´ll be standing by your side to the bitter end....if you fall I fall!"

Brianna took a deep breath, obviously Jadier had no faith in a happy ending of this mess. Then there was Telina! By all means she was not to be harmed

"Telina....you should better hide or make yourself invisible if things go bad!"

Brianna took Jadier´s hand and squeezed it hard....

Ranes, Gorrmund's Camp

Ranes looked up yet another newcommer. He tensed slightly, wondering at the intent of the man. He seemed to know something he didn't, and was darkly dressed. Not to mention his ability to move silently. The man was obviously a skilled sneak, if nothing else. Ranes looked closer and recorded the symbol on the pauldron of the dark armor the newcommer wore. A black hand. This man was a Dark Brother! Or had killed one and wore his armor. Either way, this man was dangerous, and hadn't done much to seem trustworthy.

"Who are you and what's your business, other than delivering an ominous warning?" Ranes asked. He didn't reach for his claymore. Not yet. He knew a few touch range spells, just in case.

Jadier, Cave

"And you'll go with her." he said flatly. "Besides, I need you two to find Gorrmund for me, and warn him. It's likely that Agnar wants my entire line to end."

"Please, just promise me." he pleaded.

OOC: Thankee. 

Ranes, Gorrmund's Camp

Ranes caught sight of the teeth and grew more suspicious. Either the man was also a vampire, or just was unfortunate enough to have longer canine teeth than most people.
He was, at least, proving to be cooperative thus far, and Ranes relaxed some.

"I am Ranes," he replied. "Tell me more, then."

Jadier

"Thank you." he said, returning the embrace. "Now let's show thesee bastardes what they're up against."

Brianna, cave

She hoped that Jadier understood her somewhat unfinished message. Now she prepared for the upcoming battle. Investigation of potions showed there were not so much left, hopefully Telina would have something? She also prepared her sword, she probably would get some use of it, if not for trying to assist Jadier, then for helping Telina...

She put her hand on her belly......and smiled..

Again Sadril smiled.  I was hoping you would say that.  Slowly he began to pace around the fire, at first eyeing each of the four (?) men.  One seemed quite subdued and was on the ground, another standing over him, there was the observant Ranes who seemd slightly suspicious of Sadril--of course, who wouldn't?--  and then there was the ever recognizable Gorrmund.

Sadril didn't know any of anything about any of them, save Gorrmund...

"Someone,"  he began, in a sinister voice; almost singing the words, "Close to one  of you," he pointed to each of the men, "Is going to die very shortly.  The question is, who is it?"  His pale eyes clearly showed enjoyment.

Ranes, Gorrmund's Camp

Ranes frowned. The man was being cooperative, but he didn't seem to be very nice. He seemed to take delight in this. "How about you tell us, or the 'close' will refer to distance and the someone will be you," he replied.