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Scum and Villany on the Road

Sitting on a stone, Darian checks over his gun, doing the small tasks that keep such a weapon in working order.

His weapon seen to, he produces flint and steel and shortly has a small fire started. Fishing some tea leaves from the base of his ammunition pouch, he drops them into a travel pot and starts brewing.

"It'll have a bit of a zing to it lads" he says "the leaves sit in me pouch and a little powder from ma' shot gets into em, but ya learn ta like it..."
 
"Ah, Tea. Nothing but the Lady herself can soothe the soul better." Walking over to the fire Elric removes his helmet, holding it under an arm. "If someone could kindly remove my armour,I would be most appreciative."
 
"Sure thing yer Lordship," Darian moves to aid Elric. "A few more days of wearin' all this iron, and ye'll be wishin' ye travelled lighter though. I be reckonin' we're in this fer the loooooong haul..."
 
"Nonesense. A knights armour is third most important. First his spurs, then his lance, then his armour. Why, if I had lesser armour what would distinguish myself from the peasant rabble?" As the weighty armour is shed from his skin, Elric breathes a sigh of relief, It is bloody heavy suit though. He thinks to himself as he eagerly awaits a cup of tea to worm his aching bones.
 
"Well Darian, if your going to provide me with tea that sounds like it will put hairs on an elf's chest, then i'll be return the favour and try and and rustle up some dinner"

Promise made, Sir Zantos unslings his pack and starts searching through it. With a smile he un straps his hunting bow and strings it.

"Back in a bit, hopefully i'll be laden with fresh meat"

With that Sir Zantos strides out the clearing whistling merrily
 
Sitting down on a nearby rock Hellbreaker looks around a bit after concluding that it's around noon. Probably a bit earlier.
He tried leaning back towards the tree that he swore was there a moment ago, but alas he fell over.
"That wasn't planned!" he stated as he crawled back on his feet again. "I could swear there was a tree behind me earlier, or was it just my imagination? I'm not sure, being surrounded by them most of the time."
He leaned down and picked up his towel, and wiped off his arms and face of dirt that would've most definitely found its way there.

"Tea! Darian, mind if I take some?"
Without waiting for an answer Hellbreaker quickly sat down next to Darian and grabbed a cup.
 
As Peter was a disgrace to his family, he was also regarded with disgust by his companions. He had almost finished setting up camp, when he swore a vine clinging to a nearby tree had moved. It was now almost halfway up the tree, when just a moment ago it was a few metres off the ground. He would have to keep his eyes open for any more strange occurences.
 
"Aye sir, yer 3 items may make you, but as fer me, ma 3 most important items'd have to be tealeaves, my volleygun, and a good pair 'o boots.... probably in that order!" he chuckles whilst doling out tea into whatever recepticles he's offered. "Truly, theres nothin' so important to a long trek as good boots and a mug 'o tea at its end..."
 
"Ye be welcome sir, now, if only master Zantos'd come back with a bit 'o meat we'll be right royal settled in."
 
After an hour Sir Zantos strides into the clearing out of the forest carrying a deer across his shoulders.

"I'll tell you what, this forest is teaming with game, and if i was a better shot we would have more than this" he informs the group as dumps the carcass down in the centre of camp.

"There's only one problem though, i have no idea how to skin and cook this beastie!" he looks hopefully round the camp "anyone want to give me a hand"
 
"Fresh meat!" Hellbreaker pointed out, and everyone around seemed highly baffled by this conclusion. At least that's what he himself thought.

"Sir Zantos, I'll help you with the skinning and such. You see, I have much experience handling meat from my many travels. I will need a knife though, or something equally suitable. I seem to have - misplaced mine."
He looked around for a knife, while waiting for someone to respond, or even be dismissed by the knight he intended to help.
"I don't suppose you happen to have a knife, Sir?" he said as he looked at the knight.
 
"Why of course you can use my knife laddie, Always willing to help where station dictates." Elric unstraps his dagger and sheath from his belt and hands it to the peculiar traveller.
 
Arutha watched the unravelling campsite and food preparation with mild interest but absolutely silently, still appearing somewhat off in his own world. He would not eat this night.
 
"I can go trap some more game," piped up Xlcontiqu. "I am quite handy with a snare." Xlcontiqu ran off into the woods, hoping to grab a few rabbits. As he was setting up a couple snares, he absentmindly looked up and was very surprised. The forest seemed to be closing in on him! Xlcontiqu decided to be a little more wary, and marked a path back, hoping to warn the others before too late.
 
Alestor started a fire. He hadn't said a word the entire day. Better to keep from making friends with people who could die at a moments notice-especially in these woods.
 
Seeing the divide in the camp, with people keeping to themselves, Darian tries to bring the group together. "C'mon now lads, we've all got too much in common to stand apart... looking about at the confused looks of people from greatly varied backgrounds he grins.

"Well, for starters we were all crazy enough to traipse into a deep dark forest with a mob of complete strangers to look for a legendary treasure, without any true inkling of where we're going or what we'll actually find!"

he laughs then, "it reminds me of a tale of a trip to Lustria I once heard from a grizzled old ex-sergeant..." and so Darian launches into a gripping tale of stalwart heroes and humorous misfortune to try and cheer the assembled men.
 
Xlcontiqu stooped down to look at the grass, feeling sure he had come this way earlier and it was the quickest way back to camp. As he looked down, his heart was filled with dread, noting the lack of any tracks or markings. He continued walking, baffled by the mystery of the forest and luckily saw the camp in the distance. He sprinted towards it and quickly warned Strewart of the dilemma the forest was.

He looked back out to the forest, and his vision blurred slightly. I think I may not find those traps again, he mourned, wary of the forest now more than ever.
 
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