Session 2 - An Ox-Tale

From the perspective of Yannik, 'The Ox', a Thembrian Tribal Hill-man (barbarian).

Claims to have been press-ganged, and then abandoned on Thyle because he's a dreadful sailor... 

Day 1
First day not woken up on a Ship.  It's good to be alive and with the ground all steady, like.
Not many organized folk here, men left adrift to make their own lives work. Or not, as they feel like.  Those of courage dip into a lots and get themselves a job to do.  We got supplies.

We had to track down a shipment that went north to a small village up the river.  So we did that, finding the place where something like a dozen beastmen chased away the lads and made off with the donkey.
Why did none of the lads ever make it back the town?  Seems like hard to lose yourself out there.  Find river, follow river and when the water gets salty there's a town.  But they didn't.
Well that was Day 2, seeing as how we camped out overnight.  Got the bloody dog watch, of course... stupid short stick.
Day 1 (again)
We hired ourselves some hands before setting off.  Some of them were a little shakey, but they'll hold weapons.  The merc, Bomani, picked Limpy, Shaggy and The 'stache out for a band:
Limpy's got the injury, but looks fit. 
Shaggy has mail he probably robbed off a corpse, since he's not nothing better than a club to swing.  Not sure if he'll last long in action.  Wonder if his mail would fit me.
The 'stache doesn't sound so bad, till you know its a lass and not a young one, neither.  Must be able to hold herself, though, to have got so old as that.
Me, I was looking for someone to carry a torch and thought I'd do a countryman a favour, hiring the beardless boy in the corner, but Quill (or was it Page?) was lending me the money and decided to have him for carrying her pack.  He's a little young even for an altar boy, but he can hold his ale so I wont deny her the use of him or him the chance of a man's life.
Paige (or was it Kwil?) didn't hire anyone, but was right good at following tracks.  She picked up the tracks of the wagon, at least.
Me, I'm skint but managed to find a good set of tubers to feed us all that night.
Day 2 (again)
So we're ranged out expecting trouble and following the beastmen tracks.  We're about a week behind so I can't say "battle on the 'morrow", but chances are there'll be a fight and a half when we pick out the place they stashed the donkey and supplies.
I'm ready... it beats sailing any day.

and 100xp for Yannik!