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| Action Id: 1955 | Crisis: | Participants: Jordan(RIP) | |
| Status: Resolved | Submitted: March 23, 2018, 11:16 a.m. | Public: True | GM: Puffin |
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Action by Jordan(RIP)
Alright! Trying this! Jordan is going to be embarking on a great and wholly mundane adventure to help merchants heading from Arx to several Crownlands destinations, but particularly Ashford holdings. He'll just bring his awfully charmed self and aimless wandering to help some good people for free with his assistance. If he stops on the way back to help some farmers with his toil, what's the problem, right? This is what hedge knights are supposed to do, and Sir Jordan is a man of good deeds.
Result
Jordan heads out to protect some merchants on their way to several Crownlands destinations. It's the sort of thing he does, and it's not really that shocking - even a Knight has to eat, and a Knight who eats and manages to protect honest merchants against potential bandits is doing some good in the world. And for the most part, his trip is without event. Well. Except for the rock.
Not just a rock, it was a riverstone really, found far from any rivers in the middle of a forest, in a depression in the ground. Weird. Bending down to pick it up, an arrow went whizzing over his head - giving him just enough time to warn the caravan and draw his sword. They successfully defended the caravan against the bandits, and Jordan's river rock made its way into a pocket.
A few days later as they continued on, while traveling he got bored - as often happens when traveling large distances in slow manner - and he pulled out the stone to take a look. But it dropped from his hand and when he bent to pick it up, he saw tracks in the dirt - a group of horses had passed this way recently, cutting across the path and headed into the woods to the left. Standing, he signaled the scouts and guards and again, they found an ambush and repelled it, for nothing is so dangerous as being part of an ambush when your prey knows you're there.
Twice more he found sign of an ambush by fiddling with that river stone, and twice more the caravan was safe. But as they arrived at their destination he stood looking at that rock near the edge of a river, and then somehow he lost his grip on the rock and it plunged down into the river, lost forever - but leaving him with quite the story to tell.