Pigeon Puzzle | Forest Exploration

[keep_hallways]

There is little strange about the entrance to the forest today. There are no storms of pigeons, no legions of spiders; nothing but trees, twigs, and a few animal trails leading in. Save for the gathering of adventurers outside, it could seem like just another day in the Keep

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[thequeensown]

Talia had returned to her barracks room long enough to stock up her belongings before meeting up at the forest's edge. She had secured her pair of scimitars, identical to Kevas', and her wrist worn cross bow and bolts. Tucked safely into the doe skinned boots she is wearing are several daggers that she is more than trained in the use of.

She found various gear that would work to protect her body, including a hardened leather underbust and bracers for both her wrists and shins. She was lucky enough to find pieces that seemed to work well enough with her weapons.

What Talia lacks for in size, she makes up for in speed, and she was trained to take advantage of it by Valdemars' weaponsmaster, Jarvis. She is good at hand to hand as well, although she prefers not to let anyone close enough to need it.

She eyes the trail ahead of her, shifting from foot to foot as she waits for the rest of the forest going volunteers to arrive.

((OOC: As said in the chatroom, but repeated for anyone not around: If it comes to Talia turn and I'm not

[sacredbrand]

The first thing Nel looked at, after the other woman, was the beaten path. Maybe it was the way they needed to go. Maybe they needed an animal trail, not the worn one, but second-guessing would do them no favors.

Nel caressed the hilts of her blades and touched the sheaths, tracing where she knew the runes were inscribed. She took in the forest's clear and unpolluted air. Branches of awareness spread from her person, feelers threading, testing, tracking the energy of life and motion in their surroundings. Nobody'd get flanked on her watch.

[before_wisdom]

Asma had made sure to stock up on anything she may need during this little adventure, mostly a decent selection of blades large and small, should the situation call for it. Aside from that, she's quick on her feet and knows a fair share of hand-to-hand combat, and... well. Her entire island was nothing but dense forests and swamplands. This terrain won't be anything new to her.

[kptn_sparrow]

The captain swaggers up to the lot with a grin on his face. Oh, womenz! and he takes another gander at the equipment upon them and how they all moved. Pointy women.

Well this should be interesting.

"Would any of you ladies have an inkling which way we should head?"

He carries his sword, the flintlock, and everything else that he arrived with upon him. Including Mum. The pistol was useless though, the shot in it was all ruined. Replaced with squishy beads of a kind he hasn't seen before. Still, no one had to know that part. He was the protector, right?