A Time for Whispers and Daggers

[Dirty Chai]

The camp was lit up and boisterous, even through the trees and shrubs.
A'alustra was glad for it, to be allowed to hide so easily, but also felt his heart rip open at the thoughts of what was likely occurring in the camp.

Some sort of celebration, including all of Goza's warriors. Flames burned bright, and figures stumbled around, all male.
He saw glimpses of female bodies a few times, but they were still and uncelebratory.

The youthful spy let himself crawl in the red sand, through a bunch of loose shrubbery, getting closer and closer.
He stopped as he neared the edge of the small patch of greenery, letting his eyes peer out from behind a veil of thorns brackens.

All around was nothing but open sahel, the red soil interspersed with weak grass and gnarly bushes. Tree cover was rare, usually at water sources.

He carefully set the strung bow beside him; the arrows were on his back.
A small, crude cudgel was to his other side.

He watched carefully, waiting for the sight of any of Goza's sons.

[Dark Storm]

The rolls I did

Detection roll: base 10/20 taking both cunning and spy into account here +3 13/20 night time +1 15/20 you're alone and the camp is busy +1 16/20 okay first roll - 17 Sorry bf, detected, I'll give you some options here 1-5 one man alone, drunk 6-10 a sentry, alert 11-15 a group of drunken revellers 16-19 a group of sentries, alert 20- disastrous consequences, detected by a majority of the camp second roll - 6 One sentry, alert, you've got a chance to rp yourself out of this one

As A'alustra lay in the bushes a figure approached the bracket. Killig, had been on sentry duty for most of the night and he was starting to get weary, why couldn't he have had this one night off to join his comrades in their revelry. As he neared the thorns he noticed a shape, "not another one too drunk to stand" he muttered to himself, still he best make sure the man was alright, if it was one of Goza's sons passed out he'd be flayed alive for leaving him out in the open. Barging his way through the bushes, he locked eyes with A'alustra lying on the ground, noticing the weapons strewn around him he cursed and turned to run and raise the alarm...

ooc- you can attack him or run it's up to you bf

[Dirty Chai]

A'alustra grimaced and immediately reached for the man's legs to pull him down so that he could try to smash his head in with the cudgel.

[Dark Storm]

Rolls I did

10/20 chance initially +1 assassin +1 you're in a bush at the moment, not really the best place to run away -3 he's standing, you're lying flat, hard to do this end chance- 9/10 rolled a 6 - lucky

As Kilig turned to run he knocked his head off a branch, momentarily stunning him, giving A'alustra ample time to grab hold of his leg and bring him to the floor. He cursed as he fell and opened his mouth as if to shout for help, yet it was too late... A'alustra's club came whistling down through the air cutting short the life of the hapless sentry.

[Dirty Chai]

He spat, and dragged the fresh carcass into the underbrush, hiding it in the thick brambles.
Scanning the camp, he crouched, the fur serape around him blending in with the darkened desert landscape.

He grabbed the bow, and ducked low, letting his black-haired head blend in once again.
Hawk-like eyes waited once again.

"Come on," he hissed, "I dare you, come into sight.."

[Dark Storm]

He spat, and dragged the fresh carcass into the underbrush, hiding it in the thick brambles.
Scanning the camp, he crouched, the fur serape around him blending in with the darkened desert landscape.

He grabbed the bow, and ducked low, letting his black-haired head blend in once again.
Hawk-like eyes waited once again.

"Come on," he hissed, "I dare you, come into sight.."

More rolls

Goza's sons roll- 10/20 they come into view Rolled 8 so yeah they do How many? Goza has 5 sons so 1-4 One son 5-8 Two sons 9-12 Three sons 13-16 Four sons 17-20 Five sons Rolled a 20 so all five of his sons are in your sights Level of alertness- 1-4 One son Drunk 5-8 Two sons Drunk 9-12 Three sons Drunk 13-16 Four sons Drunk 17-20 Five sons Drunk Rolled a 16, seems to be your lucky day Five of Goza's sons are in view and four of them are very drunk More rolls 1-4 Youngest son drunk 5-8 Second youngest son drunk 9-12 Middle son drunk 13-16 Second oldest son drunk 17-20 Oldest son drunk (I'll keep rolling until four are gone) 7, 3, 5, 1, 4, 5, 11, 1, 15 The four youngest are drunk whilst the oldest is sober. Men with them- 10/20 Rolled a 4, no one else with them - Quick details; All five of Goza's sons are in view, they are alone and the four youngest are very drunk whilst the oldest is not.

"Hurry up and get behind here,"

Snapped Jatal at his younger brothers,

"If father sees you like this he'll flay you alive."

"You worry too much Jatal..."

Slurred Hutlai, the youngest of the group,

"We're untouchable, are we not brothers!"

A chorus of agreement rang out from the other three men crowded behind one of the large tents,

"Nothing can stop us."

Piped up Kuhlican, the second oldest and normally the quietest of the group, yet now quick to boast,

"This is a celebration in honour of our father and of us, why can't we enjoy it?"

Jatal sighed,

"Just sit down and shut up for a moment, we're away from the celebrations, let's cool off a little."

The brothers drunkenly protested but one by one dropped onto the floor sitting in a drunken daze...

[Dirty Chai]

A'alustra smiled with malice for a moment, but then froze with surprise as he realized the strange luck - or ill fortune - that all five sons stood before him, seemingly unattended.
This would require a level of creativity only the fox spirit would be capable of.

The Juzik narrowed his eyes, steeling himself against the coming risks, thinking through a thousand ideas.
Then he rose to a crouching position, leaving his bow and club in the dark underbrush, and taking with him the sharp but rough dagger.
He reached to the back of his head, tying his long hair back to a typical Ghelain style - hopefully it would be convincing.

Then A'alustra stood, took a deep breath, and strode forward.
The figure casually approached the camp, dressed in a light robe, attempting to fit in.
He aimed towards the brothers.

As he approached, he postrated himself before them - to their backs, really - and addressed them like a worm.
"Forgive me, great lords, but I believe I have found something that needs your attention,"

[Dark Storm]

rolls

Not really going to roll for this, it's extremely unlikely that in the dark, while most of them are drunk and while you look exactly the same as them, they'd think you were an enemy. Though if you do want some to follow you I will do a roll to see how many come.

"Yes?"

Jatal asked in annoyance,

"What is it?"

[Dirty Chai]

"Well, it's.."
A'alustra paused.
"It's.. well, she's acting strange. Your wife, that is. She's over by that acacia tree.." He pointed behind him into the darkness.
"She refuses to come back to the camp unless you come to her."

[Dark Storm]

Rolls

15/20 believes you rolled a 5 - he believes 10/20 others will follow rolled a 16 only Jatal at the moment

Jatal looked confused for a moment,

"My wife?"

he sighed,

"What is wrong with that woman? Very well... show me where she is."

He stood and moved over to A'alustra ready to follow him