The smell of smoldering flesh fills the air. The lump of fat and muscle sits burnt to a blackened crisp at the end of a well-done skewer. If the famed culinary warrior Gorten Ramsynus were here, he would likely force it down the poor lizard's gullet, cursing throughout. Unfortunately for the lizard, his stomach would seem agreeable to such punishment. With hunger winning out over reason, as well as having swallowed the consequences of his culinary actions before, the proud hunter opens his mouth and throws the wretched black lump in. The texture is consistent of chewing ash, since that's exactly what he's doing. His eyes water, his face contorts into one of visible discomfort. He continues chewing, the vile scent palpable to all and the crunch, oh! The crunch... ugh. With great effort, he swallows his meal with a stomach-churning grinding noise.
Unsurprisingly, it does little to sate his hunger.
Blood drips from the strip of gangly flesh. The meat is barely singed, yet Gregory is impatient to dig in, completely forgetting his prepared rations in favor of this new experience.
Unfortunately this new experience, like many experiences for Gregory today, proves to be an unpleasant one. After chewing for several seconds and swallowing a decent portion of the raw, rubbery muscle, he begins to realize his mistake.
Luckily for Gregory, most ill effects are avoided promptly by a quick visit to the nearest bush, followed by profuse retching as the contents of his stomach are quickly and thoroughly expelled.
Thaux is going to get up from his seat and walk over to see if the mysterious stalker left behind any tracks or if the hyenas left behind any while pursuing the stranger. (Do I roll survival or something else? Also is this my favored terrain? BTW my favored terrain is forest.)
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Witnessing the muktiple evident cases of food poisoning occurring around the campfire, Quartz will peruse the undergrowth in hopes of finding some berries or other sustenance that won't make him violently ill.
While Korbiña chews on a stip of dried fruit she rummages through the captain's things that were left behind after her sudden demise... maybe there's a compass, a lantern or something else which might solve some basic problems...
Thaux is going to get up from his seat and walk over to see if the mysterious stalker left behind any tracks or if the hyenas left behind any while pursuing the stranger. (Do I roll survival or something else? Also is this my favored terrain? BTW my favored terrain is forest.)
While Korbiña chews on a stip of dried fruit she rummages through the captain's things that were left behind after her sudden demise... maybe there's a compass, a lantern or something else which might solve some basic problems...
[Using your passive Investigation]
Among the Captain's possessions, including crossbow and saber, Korbiña finds six days worth of tack rations, wrapped in a sealed rice paper package. Picking through, she also finds 16 gp, a silver piece and a promissory note to pay later. Apparently from the note, this is to be the guide's pay for taking the team further than agreed upon. Below that, she finds three vials of a mysterious black powder, a waterlogged compass, a cracked monocular, ruined mapping paper, a waterlogged book, a locked chest, and a sealed locket.
Witnessing the muktiple evident cases of food poisoning occurring around the campfire, Quartz will peruse the undergrowth in hopes of finding some berries or other sustenance that won't make him violently ill.
Survival: 14
Fortune smiles on Quartz. The plethora of dead undergrowth has fostered the propagation of many fungal species, some of which he recognizes not only as edible, but also quite delicious when added to other foodstuffs. Digging further, he finds a nest of grubs, fat and juicy, ripe for free protein. But does he want them...?
Korbiña stashes away the gold, silver and the locket "hey! We have another ration pack for each of you!" she tosses each of them a ration pack and keeps pne for herself.
"There's also a crossbow, a saber, three vials of black powder, a locked chest, a waterlogged book, some wet, probably destroyed things, and a payment notice for the guide we were supposed to meet..."
She brings the equipment to the fire for everyone to investigate and herself opens the book near the fire, trying to read at the first and last pages, also trying to dry the book with the heat of the fire
Minus the wet pages and running words, the book is largely undamaged. Korbiña tries to read what she can, but the poor visibility coupled with the runny ink makes it incredibly difficult. What words she can discern, however, appear to have been written in some sort of code. It's beyond her skills to decode, but it may prove important later...
While the rest is making hyena charcoal and leather, Korbiña carefully dries the pages of the book as much as she can while chewing on a strip of jerkey, softly giggling at the strange attempts, but trying to not laugh out loud...
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Ok I got a 4
(Woohoo Cancer here I come)
The smell of smoldering flesh fills the air. The lump of fat and muscle sits burnt to a blackened crisp at the end of a well-done skewer. If the famed culinary warrior Gorten Ramsynus were here, he would likely force it down the poor lizard's gullet, cursing throughout. Unfortunately for the lizard, his stomach would seem agreeable to such punishment. With hunger winning out over reason, as well as having swallowed the consequences of his culinary actions before, the proud hunter opens his mouth and throws the wretched black lump in. The texture is consistent of chewing ash, since that's exactly what he's doing. His eyes water, his face contorts into one of visible discomfort. He continues chewing, the vile scent palpable to all and the crunch, oh! The crunch... ugh. With great effort, he swallows his meal with a stomach-churning grinding noise.
Unsurprisingly, it does little to sate his hunger.
[Dice, I'm very sorry, but roll Constitution.]
I got a 8 for my con save
Though he doesn't quite realize it now, this "meal" will come back to haunt him later.
(Okay Gregory's turn)
Gregory tears off a peice of meat with his spear. "Let me try that" he says.
To cook: 1
You better watch out you better not cry you better not pout I'm telling you why. Murderers are coming to town.
Blood drips from the strip of gangly flesh. The meat is barely singed, yet Gregory is impatient to dig in, completely forgetting his prepared rations in favor of this new experience.
Unfortunately this new experience, like many experiences for Gregory today, proves to be an unpleasant one. After chewing for several seconds and swallowing a decent portion of the raw, rubbery muscle, he begins to realize his mistake.
[Sigh. Roll Constitution.]
(Oof XD)
Con: 17
You better watch out you better not cry you better not pout I'm telling you why. Murderers are coming to town.
Luckily for Gregory, most ill effects are avoided promptly by a quick visit to the nearest bush, followed by profuse retching as the contents of his stomach are quickly and thoroughly expelled.
[You lose 1 hit point for that.]
Thaux is going to get up from his seat and walk over to see if the mysterious stalker left behind any tracks or if the hyenas left behind any while pursuing the stranger. (Do I roll survival or something else? Also is this my favored terrain? BTW my favored terrain is forest.)
Witnessing the muktiple evident cases of food poisoning occurring around the campfire, Quartz will peruse the undergrowth in hopes of finding some berries or other sustenance that won't make him violently ill.
Survival: 23
While Korbiña chews on a stip of dried fruit she rummages through the captain's things that were left behind after her sudden demise... maybe there's a compass, a lantern or something else which might solve some basic problems...
[When tracking, yeah survival's the way to go.]
[Using your passive Investigation]
Among the Captain's possessions, including crossbow and saber, Korbiña finds six days worth of tack rations, wrapped in a sealed rice paper package. Picking through, she also finds 16 gp, a silver piece and a promissory note to pay later. Apparently from the note, this is to be the guide's pay for taking the team further than agreed upon. Below that, she finds three vials of a mysterious black powder, a waterlogged compass, a cracked monocular, ruined mapping paper, a waterlogged book, a locked chest, and a sealed locket.
Fortune smiles on Quartz. The plethora of dead undergrowth has fostered the propagation of many fungal species, some of which he recognizes not only as edible, but also quite delicious when added to other foodstuffs. Digging further, he finds a nest of grubs, fat and juicy, ripe for free protein. But does he want them...?
Korbiña stashes away the gold, silver and the locket "hey! We have another ration pack for each of you!" she tosses each of them a ration pack and keeps pne for herself.
"There's also a crossbow, a saber, three vials of black powder, a locked chest, a waterlogged book, some wet, probably destroyed things, and a payment notice for the guide we were supposed to meet..."
She brings the equipment to the fire for everyone to investigate and herself opens the book near the fire, trying to read at the first and last pages, also trying to dry the book with the heat of the fire
Minus the wet pages and running words, the book is largely undamaged. Korbiña tries to read what she can, but the poor visibility coupled with the runny ink makes it incredibly difficult. What words she can discern, however, appear to have been written in some sort of code. It's beyond her skills to decode, but it may prove important later...
While the rest is making hyena charcoal and leather, Korbiña carefully dries the pages of the book as much as she can while chewing on a strip of jerkey, softly giggling at the strange attempts, but trying to not laugh out loud...