HIGHLANDER'S REALM ("D&D" FORUM RPG)

Don't forget your rolls, guys! It's not essential in this bit, but better get used to doing so. For example, ratty, when you said to "Move quietly", roll a d20 for your stealth!

By the by, there's something called "passive perception" which is the # you get when you're not actively looking for something. That roll is always 10+your perception.

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The little elf child gives chase with newfound vigor! After a few minutes, she walks out of the jungle onto a path near a plain. She sees her steak running out into the field, and a four-armed reptilian creature running outside of it's charge.
Another elf sneaks up, and spies the buffalo within bowshot. It appears to be in a fear frenzy, so her options are to try and shoot it now or wait for however long it takes for it to calm down before being able to catch it again.


The caravan leader regards the drow with suspicious caution. The Healer girl, Chloe he thinks her name was, comes up and greets her. The insane man that started following them, but gave no real harm, was also talking to the Drow.
He was confident this was no ambush; there was no where to hide in these fields that his men would not spot. The drow also appeared to be run down, and out in sunlight with no visible physical ailments. She must have been on the surface for some time. He decided that the simplest answer was the correct one; she was a person in need, and he would afford her the trust he gave to the man now talking to her. He'd probably drop them both of in the next town.
Either way, the man spoke
"Alright then, what's your name, drow?"
He turns to Chloe and Aldus
"Thank you for welcoming her and all, but I'd rather you two get back in line."
The man looks back to the drow, a tinge of weary and wariness.

"A bard drow..."
The leader shakes his head in wonderment.
"Well, I've seen some exotic cultures, but this is a first! Very well, I think you can come along."
The leader turns back to the caravan who are staring at him, in slight apprehension.
"Come now, if you can resist the allure of tundarin I'm sure you can handle a drow. Now, let's get back to it, we need to hit Alondour within three days, or we'll be late to the carnival!"
With that, the caravan manages to resume moving, albeit at a slower pace. The caravan leader does not stand this pace, however, and order them to pick it up.
"Say, Leara, care to give us a little marching song? A classic ought to ease them back into the pace."