I thank you for your concern, but I shall be fine.
But I think I will leaving off any more crazy plans for the moment.
Where’s the fun in that. Next thing, you’ll tell me that Farmer Maggot’s produce is safe from early harvesting…
Looks OK to me, unless Ghan wants to mount up and Moose is well enough to let him?
Ghân: It’s a kind thought, but I’m out of cures. :eek: So I shall loiter in the middle, holding my one spell (and my blowpipe) ready for action…
(How did Deor do with the spell books? I assume he wasn’t blown up!)
I am waiting for him to post
Brin: [totally deadpan]That was more information than we needed to know[/totally deadpan]
[Wose humour ON] Wait till I tell you about the missiles I fire out my blowpipe - and how I fire them [Wose humour OFF]
Sheesh. 
Brin started it!
Deor looks up, surprised at the outcry as he prepared to open Gash’s spellbooks. “Well… Maybe later.” He carefully packs up the three spellbooks, the knife (already wrapped up and carefully handled to avoid touching the substance on the blade), the magic pouch (unopened) and the belt.
Deor votes to continue the chase, although with Gash dead, we’ll have the advantage if we wait until tomorrow to attack so that the spellcasters can reload.
You can’t expect Elves to understand our humor. I understand their jokes take so long to tell that our children’s children would be lucky to hear the punchline.
Moose, “No! Dats Ents!”
(I will post an update soon, it looks like we are in motion.)
Ghân says to Deor that the risk of dying is surely not worth using the books a day or so early.
Also although it’s likely we have more spellcasters than the orcs, they may decide to kill prisoners the same day we stop to reload.
Ghân asks if anyone in the party can cast ‘Identify’…
Ghan: How do you keep a human in suspense? I’ll tell you tomorrow.
How do you keep an elf in suspense? I’ll tell you next century.
Ref Aside: What, you are going to make sure your great grandchild supplies the punchline?
How do you keep a Wose in suspense? You can’t, because before you even get to the punchline they interrupt saying ‘Tell me Tell me!’
So the party makes it to where the lone orc went off and begin the tracking. At this point the time around 2 pm. The tracking is slow, but steady. The orc stopped using any stealth a few hundreds yards after he left the main trail.
The party tracks for a little over and hour and come to a clean fast trail. Brin sees much activity and it looks like the orc we are pursuing broke into a run. Brin steps up the pace.
As it gets to be nearly 4 pm, the tracks become very confused and Folca takes back to the air after getting a good rest.
The party is approaching northwest face of Mt Mindoluin. They see pine trees and bushes.
As a reminder Gwaelur especially and many of the stronger folk have some spare small weapons for arming released prisoners.
Thoroncir offers Brin and Gil-Gandel his spare dagger, if they’d like to take it along to give to any captive they can sneak up to.
Keep on keepin’ on. As long as we’re trying to end this before the day is out, best to keep pushing forward. Folca should be a big help.
Remember, everyone, that there’s still probably a “shaman” with the main group who can heal. Best to target that shaman as a matter of preference.
Thank you, but we collected some spare weapons already, and you may need it.
We were told there was a cave entrance concealed by bushes. Perhaps Mulligan and I should search for it - we are the stealthiest by some way. Again, should we find anything that bears investigation we will return and inform the rest of you. Ideally we would like to find this cave, station everyone nearby but in cover, then we two would effect an entry while the rest of you give us, say, three hundred heartbeats’ start. But if we find we need aid in a hurry, I imagine we could whistle.