Clip-clopping along the wide track behind Cookie’s bulky wagon, the two surviving horses, that the Party were loaned by Sir Briefadel, whinny quietly to each-other.
Robin, leans in toward his stablemate.
“I don’t like being tied to the back of this cart but it’s still a lot better than being ridden. My back still aches from when I’ve been forced to carry that music-man; Rifkin around all day.”
Maurice rolls his brown eyes.
“Your back aches? My rider’s twice the size of yours and wrapped in metal! He must think I’m some sort of war horse!”
Robin has the grace to drop his gaze.
“It could be worse I suppose. We could have been forced to haul this huge wagon, like those too big, cart-horse idiots; Burt and Ernie.”
Maurice snickers.
“That’s true but I really wish Fortu would work on his rising trot. He bounces around on top of my back like an armoured sack of potatoes!”
Robin flicks his head to draw Maurice’s attention to the eleven tethered men trudging behind them and their, still saddled but seemingly content, riding horses.
“Perhaps, now that they’ve acquired all these extra horses, we might get a job-share situation going to spread the load… And by load, I mean; Fortu.”
Maurice & Robin
Light Riding horses
Large but (unsurprisingly, considering they saw their stablemate (Barry) eaten by a Displacer-beast) skittish.
Str: 15
Int: 2
Wis: 12
Dex: 12
Con: 16
Cha: 6
HPs: 27
AC: 13
Move: 60’
Alignment: True Neutral
Initiative: +1
Attack: Hoof: -2 Damage: 1d4+1 (full attack x2 hooves)
Reach: 5’
Feats: Endurance / Run
Skills: Listen: +4 / Spot: +4
Special: Scent / Low-light vision
Saves: F: +6 / R: +4 / W: +2
Tricks: Stay / Heel / Come
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