PrP TRoS On Watch for the Sceadugenga

[Scourge]

Dirt Nap finds a spot on the opposite shore a good 500 feet away with additional cover from the greenery. The distance makes observation a little difficult in specifics, though enhanced senses help with that. Though the fact that it sounds like Erlingson is speaking in a Norse tongue does not.

1 success

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2021-07-16 12:05:19	PrP ST rolls 2 to Something (10 Again)	2, 8	1 success

failure

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2021-07-16 12:05:37	PrP ST rolls 1 to Something (10 Again, Chance)	7	failure

He’s noticed again as he lands by one of the Kindred loading the ship but again dismissed in their hurry to finish the job. With the help of the Kine who look to be wearing church clothes he notes, it’s almost done.

[Dirt Nap]

Dirt Nap holds still, not wanting to push his luck any further after having been noticed twice already; he settles in to focus completely on observing, and committing his observations to memory.

The river is not going to hold a trail of any kind, so when they're gone, his observations will only be useful to the degree he can describe the boats or guess their purpose.

Dirt Nap focuses on identifying each person he can--or being able to describe their distinguishing characteristics for someone else to identify them by--and what they are doing, and any identifying marks on the boats themselves.

By the looks of things, they will soon be gone, and then he will fly to the rendezvous spot and share what he has observed, for what good it may accomplish.

[Scourge]

Dirt Nap watches as the car is finished unloading. He sees Martha helping along with the other Kine, all in silence, while the other three Kindred occasionally say something to each other that he can’t understand.

The helmsman is the driver from before. In between packing, he checks his phone. The light shining on his face to illuminate his features as he scrolls. The other on the beach smiles and seems to be trying to raise the spirits of the other two, though it doesn’t seem to take. Dirt Nap recognizes him from before as well, the shield bearer.

1 success

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2021-07-16 14:10:29	PrP ST rolls 2 to Something (10 Again)	8, 2	1 success

2 successes

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2021-07-16 14:11:04	PrP ST rolls 6 to Something (10 Again)	9, 8, 7, 7, 1, 1	2 successes

Geir hangs up the phone, looking thoughtfully across the water. Then his eyes narrow. Even with the river in between them, Dirt Nap can see the man’s smile a mile away.

He points and yells to the driver. There’s a short exchange and then the driver reaches down into one of the boat’s containers, pulling out a pistol before he starts looking across the river as well.

failure

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2021-07-16 14:24:32	PrP ST rolls 4 to Something (10 Again)	5, 5, 5, 2	failure

But he fails to see anything to aim at. He calls back to Geir, who emphatically points again, right at Dirt Nap.

[Dirt Nap]

Dirt Nap takes the not so subtle hint and flies away, using the native agility of the owl form to fly below the tree line, being careful to avoid allowing a direct line of sight back to the boats across the river. It would be an unnatural feat of marksmanship for anyone to actually hit him with a shot from a handgun at such a great distance, but he doesn't chance it nonetheless; 'unnatural' being the word for the whole night, after all. He makes sure there are solid trees or other obstacles between the Raiders on the other shore and his feathered back!

Dirt Nap is trying to disengage and fly out of the scene as cautiously and safely as possible; figuring he's got as much intelligence as he's able to get and still reliably report back with it.

[Scourge]

As Dirt Nap takes off into the tree behind him, the driver spots the movement, quickly aims and fires!

2 successes

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2021-07-16 16:01:10	PrP ST rolls 4 to Wits+Comp-distance/cover (10 Again)	8, 7, 2, 9	2 successes

failure

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2021-07-16 16:07:19	PrP ST rolls 1 to Shot beyond long range (10 Again, Chance)	3	failure

But Dirt Nap had chosen a spot well beyond the range of a pistol and the bullet doesn't even land close to target, managing only to drop a leaf off a bush and spray of sand. And one shot was all they got before he vanished behind the more solid wood of the tree trunks. But he left with descriptions of everyone there, as well as two twelve digit alphanumeric codes from the backs of the boots. Though Geir's malevolent smile followed in his mind as he flew off into the night.

Dirt Nap leaves the scene.