Sy'rasri wrote:"Oh, Ma-Mae, oh, I thought you were d-d-dead! I was so afraid I would have to tell the others about your dea-death." she said after she had taken a deep breath to gather herself. She was barely holding back tears as she continued, "I'm happy you didn't have to tell that tale. It doesn't sound very heroic being wipe over board by some storm. For that matter where are the others? Have you seen any of them? Oh gosh, Mae, I don't know where our other members are. The last one I saw..he..he oh, I don't know what happened to him."
Said member was currently 30 degrees counterclockwise from the group.
"Sharess dammit," said Wre'kesa. "I am completely lost, aren't I?"
Wre'kesa was not, in fact, completely lost. In front of him was a hill. Wre'kesa climbed it and got a good look around. There was a city down the hill that looked unusually well made for a human settlement. Likely, it was an old elf settlement. Wre'kesa mounted the hill just in time to see Mae killing off the human sailors and the natives begin skinning the second of their offerings. Eurgh. It'd be best to tell Mae that he was alive; maybe he could help their infiltration. It wouldn't do to shout though, it would cause issues.
Shoot a bolt then.
Wre'kesa took one of his bolts and removed the four-pronged broad-head. This would unbalance the bolt, but a quick message and several coils of string would balance it out a bit. Wre'kesa quickly drew out his crossbow and a scrap of paper.
"Mae... Wre'kesa... here... still... alive... hill.. to... your... left.... Will... follow... at... 150 yards... distant... and... provide... supporting... fire."
He rolled up the message around the end of his bolt, wrapped string around it tightly, and nocked it in.
*crank*
*Kth-CHACK*
The bolt soared out, wobbling only slightly, aimed for about a meter in front of Mae.
*swweehhhhhhhh...paff*