<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/13/53/1d/13531db9b6da053e62f2cb4324f06620.jpg)</div><strong>Gurlove (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1725433)</strong><br/><em>Half-Orc Barbarian: Beserker 5 CN</em><br/><em>Health: 54/75</em><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">combat rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body">Perception Check:  At 2020-05-11 20:56:11, Josh Arcanum (uid: 45842) rolls: 1d20a3 Result: 15 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=146937)</div></div><br/><hr/><br/>Gurlove was taking deep breaths for a moment, letting the fire ease out of her lungs.  The rage and anger faded away slowly and soon, she was back to herself, though she had more than a couple new bruises and scratches that would need to be mended at a later time.  None of them were particularly serious, so she didn't worry about it.  What she did worry about was the fact that she could hear shouts to the south, meaning that the source of the voices were between them and the road and, consequently, between them and their way back to the Monastery if they wanted to go back there.  Pretty thing was low on spells and Gurlove could use a rest, but she knew that attempting to fight through whoever was to the south would not go well for them.  So they needed a different plan and Gurlove thought that she had one.<br/><br/><strong>"Most likely between us and road,"</strong>she agreed,<strong>"Will follow our tracks this way if they find them.  If not, then spread out and search.  Won't be safe to head back south right now."</strong>She paused as she looked around.  Then her eyes landed on more fresh tracks moving towards the east and she couldn't help but let a smile appear on her face.<strong>"With them to south, path to east will be easier,"</strong>she said,<strong>"And will not be where they expect us to go.  Will give us advantage and might work in our favor, even if pretty thing's magic is exhausted."</strong>She looked at Angelique.  Gurlove was proposing a dangerous path, but she thought that it was their best option at the moment.  Going back, at the present, simply wasn't an option.<br/><br/>As she moved to start the path east, she would pause.  She had the feeling that they were being watched.  Her eyes scanned around them, but couldn't pick up anything unusual, but Gurlove had learned a long time ago that she should always trust her instincts.  And right now, they were telling her that they weren't alone.  Something was close by.  Friend or foe, she wasn't sure, but she didn't like that she couldn't spot whoever it was that was there and she was sure that someone, or something, was.<strong>"Eyes up, pretty thing,"</strong>she said softly,<strong>"I don't think that we're alone."</strong>