Sirron was going to apologize even though he hadn't really noticed the smell that he was talking about, then he heard what Oron had said. "It smells like a dead body? Well if it does happen to be one then that is unfortunate but then again maybe it was fortunate... it's hard to tell not knowing."
He tilted his head slightly as he thought about it for a moment then he nodded.
"Just be careful, we don't know what could be roaming around here. If you need help just call to us... I know it goes against the whole not putting the group in danger thing but I'd rather have a few scratches and bruises than a dead allie any day."
The foul scent leads you to a human corpse half-buried in the underbrush about fifteen feet from the road. The young man appears to be a commoner. His muddy clothes are torn and raked with claw marks. Crows have been at the body, which is surrounded by the paw prints. The man has obviously been dead for several days. He holds a crumpled envelope in one hand.
As Oron ducks into the undergrowth Ruel pulls his Longsword from its sheath the smell of death palpable now.
Ruels mind raced, bandits of the road were known to use to the scent of death to trick good samariatans into an ambush, if that was the case then Ruel would be ready to protect his companions at any cost.
His mind turned again what if there was more to this than simple robbery what if there were supernatural forces involved?
Anxious to test some of his fledgling abilities Ruel reaches out with his senses to see if the death is the natural kind or the the rancid unnatural existence of the undead.
As the smell pervades Mavis' nose, he snaps from his contemplative pondering and begins looking toward the other and the direction where the smell comes from.
Following Ruel's movement, Mavis slowly unsheathes his longsword and looks around. As much as he wants to sate his curiosity on what may produces such rancid smell, the safety of the group in this strange place feels more important. He turns his back toward the group, primes his shield in front of him, and moves to the closest person near him. His gaze scans the treeline and the path they have taken in case the possible brigands or werewolves that put the smell on their path remain in waiting. The anticipation of a possible fight grates on his nerve, boiling his blood with excitement to finaly prove himself in battle.
{If needed to look for possible threat tailing the group Perception: 10}
{Mavis would remain at the back of the group, but would also like to remain at least close to a person to use his Protection Fighting Style in case there is an attack coming from behind the group}
Dayeurian will approach the corpse to study the fatal claw marks. Though familiar with the scent of death, a corpse this fresh is unfamiliar to him. Covering his nose with his loose robe he mutters, “I’m not used to searching corpses this fresh, but let’s see what we can learn.” He will grab the envelope and carefully open it to read it out loud .
You quickly determine that no natural beast made these marks.
The envelope is sealed with wax and embossed with a large B. You break the seal and carefully unfold the worn, flimsy parchment of the letter. The contents are written in a neat cursive, though the small flowing letters are a bit hard to make out.
Hail to thee of might and valor,
I, the Burgomaster of Barovia, send you honor - with despair. My adopted daughter, the fair Ireena Kolyana, has been these past nights hunted by a vampire. For over four hundred years, this creature has drained the life blood of my people. Now my dear Ireena must too fear the unholy attentions of this vile beast. He has become too powerful to conquer. So I say to you, give us up for dead and encircle this land with the symbols of good. Let holy men call upon their power that the devil may be contained within the walls of weeping Barovia. Leave our sorrows to our graves, and save the world from this evil fate of ours. There is much wealth entrapped in this community. Return for your reward after we are all departed for a better life.
Seeing Mavis and Ruel unsheathe their longsword he takes a quick breath before he pulling out his rapier and looked at the rest of the group with an uneasy smile. Then he turned his attention to the treeline although he occasionally gives a quick glance towards the other side of the path, hoping that nothing would happen while Oron checked out the source of the smell. He wasn't exactly looking forward to a fight but he also didn't want anything to happen to his companions.
Melantha, startled by the howl, immediately pulled out their longsword and held their shield close. Glancing around, they stayed as close to the group as possible.
Xai’Bo watches as the group suddenly stops and the large tiger like one walks forward, followed by a couple of Elves. He couldn’t see what was happening up front but the group were drawing weapons and preparing. Something had them spooked.
It was then that he caught the scent of death himself. Knowing that showing himself now could lead to misunderstandings, he stays hidden. He hears the howl of the wolf and readies himself to help if needed. He whispers some magic words and concentrates his senses looking for the source of the howl.
As soon as he heard the howl he slowly began to back up, moving closer to the group as he shut his eyes and tried to think about something else. It wasn't nearly as effective as he had hoped it would be and as he opened them back up he found that now he was more on edge than he had been prior to doing so. "Back when I was just a boy, my father would take my sister and occasionally me out hunting and sometimes we'd cross paths with a small pack of wolves. Normally these little encounters would end uneventfully with both us and the wolves going our separate ways but the last time neither side was that fortunate. Although I'd take a few bites over being dead any day." As he spoke he seemed to settle down a little although he started to train his gaze on the treeline now rather than moving from the treeline to the other side of the path. "On the day of the incident everything was roughly the same as every other time we had crossed path, well other than the fact we had actually managed to take something down although I can't exactly recall what it was. Part of me wants to say it was an elk but another part of me wants to say it was a goat..."
Before heading back, Oron will stay where he is, waiting to see if the howls multiply, as he knows wolves don't usually travel alone. If he hears more wolves, he'll take out his Greatsword and make his way back to the group.
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Xai'Bo will move stealthily forward using the mist and foliage to hide himself, trying to make his way level with the group unnoticed. If possible he will keep a safe distance (50ft) behind the creature he spotted moving towards the smell of death.
Stealth: 18
Passive Perception: 15 (in case he might notice any other creatures)
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Sirron was going to apologize even though he hadn't really noticed the smell that he was talking about, then he heard what Oron had said. "It smells like a dead body? Well if it does happen to be one then that is unfortunate but then again maybe it was fortunate... it's hard to tell not knowing."
He tilted his head slightly as he thought about it for a moment then he nodded.
"Just be careful, we don't know what could be roaming around here. If you need help just call to us... I know it goes against the whole not putting the group in danger thing but I'd rather have a few scratches and bruises than a dead allie any day."
Andy advances closer to Oron and trains his hand crossbow to tree line, scanning the area. "We've got your back.", looking around to the others.
The foul scent leads you to a human corpse half-buried in the underbrush about fifteen feet from the road. The young man appears to be a commoner. His muddy clothes are torn and raked with claw marks. Crows have been at the body, which is surrounded by the paw prints. The man has obviously been dead for several days. He holds a crumpled envelope in one hand.
Melantha did as Oron requested, staying behind him and not coming over towards the source of the smell.
They were far enough to not see the details of the corpse.
Main Character: Melantha(They/She)
Ideal Voice Claim
As Oron ducks into the undergrowth Ruel pulls his Longsword from its sheath the smell of death palpable now.
Ruels mind raced, bandits of the road were known to use to the scent of death to trick good samariatans into an ambush, if that was the case then Ruel would be ready to protect his companions at any cost.
His mind turned again what if there was more to this than simple robbery what if there were supernatural forces involved?
Anxious to test some of his fledgling abilities Ruel reaches out with his senses to see if the death is the natural kind or the the rancid unnatural existence of the undead.
Action use Divine Sense.
Ruel:
You cannot sense any undead nearby, but the fog surrounding you suddenly gains the foul odor of sewage.
As the smell pervades Mavis' nose, he snaps from his contemplative pondering and begins looking toward the other and the direction where the smell comes from.
Following Ruel's movement, Mavis slowly unsheathes his longsword and looks around. As much as he wants to sate his curiosity on what may produces such rancid smell, the safety of the group in this strange place feels more important. He turns his back toward the group, primes his shield in front of him, and moves to the closest person near him. His gaze scans the treeline and the path they have taken in case the possible brigands or werewolves that put the smell on their path remain in waiting. The anticipation of a possible fight grates on his nerve, boiling his blood with excitement to finaly prove himself in battle.
{If needed to look for possible threat tailing the group Perception: 10}
{Mavis would remain at the back of the group, but would also like to remain at least close to a person to use his Protection Fighting Style in case there is an attack coming from behind the group}
Dayeurian will approach the corpse to study the fatal claw marks. Though familiar with the scent of death, a corpse this fresh is unfamiliar to him. Covering his nose with his loose robe he mutters, “I’m not used to searching corpses this fresh, but let’s see what we can learn.” He will grab the envelope and carefully open it to read it out loud .
Medicine: 8
You quickly determine that no natural beast made these marks.
The envelope is sealed with wax and embossed with a large B. You break the seal and carefully unfold the worn, flimsy parchment of the letter. The contents are written in a neat cursive, though the small flowing letters are a bit hard to make out.
Seeing Mavis and Ruel unsheathe their longsword he takes a quick breath before he pulling out his rapier and looked at the rest of the group with an uneasy smile. Then he turned his attention to the treeline although he occasionally gives a quick glance towards the other side of the path, hoping that nothing would happen while Oron checked out the source of the smell. He wasn't exactly looking forward to a fight but he also didn't want anything to happen to his companions.
You all hear a lone wolf howl.
Melantha, startled by the howl, immediately pulled out their longsword and held their shield close. Glancing around, they stayed as close to the group as possible.
Main Character: Melantha(They/She)
Ideal Voice Claim
Xai’Bo watches as the group suddenly stops and the large tiger like one walks forward, followed by a couple of Elves. He couldn’t see what was happening up front but the group were drawing weapons and preparing. Something had them spooked.
It was then that he caught the scent of death himself. Knowing that showing himself now could lead to misunderstandings, he stays hidden. He hears the howl of the wolf and readies himself to help if needed. He whispers some magic words and concentrates his senses looking for the source of the howl.
Casts Guidance on himself. Perception 19
As soon as he heard the howl he slowly began to back up, moving closer to the group as he shut his eyes and tried to think about something else. It wasn't nearly as effective as he had hoped it would be and as he opened them back up he found that now he was more on edge than he had been prior to doing so. "Back when I was just a boy, my father would take my sister and occasionally me out hunting and sometimes we'd cross paths with a small pack of wolves. Normally these little encounters would end uneventfully with both us and the wolves going our separate ways but the last time neither side was that fortunate. Although I'd take a few bites over being dead any day." As he spoke he seemed to settle down a little although he started to train his gaze on the treeline now rather than moving from the treeline to the other side of the path. "On the day of the incident everything was roughly the same as every other time we had crossed path, well other than the fact we had actually managed to take something down although I can't exactly recall what it was. Part of me wants to say it was an elk but another part of me wants to say it was a goat..."
Perception: 16
Before heading back, Oron will stay where he is, waiting to see if the howls multiply, as he knows wolves don't usually travel alone. If he hears more wolves, he'll take out his Greatsword and make his way back to the group.
I don't have a signature.
Andy stays near the group but attempts to hide amongst the trees on the side of the road, crossbow at the ready.
Stealth: 11
A second howl joins the first. They are coming closer.
Xai'Bo, Sirron:
You spot something moving through the trees, headed away from you but towards the smell of death.
Xai'Bo will move stealthily forward using the mist and foliage to hide himself, trying to make his way level with the group unnoticed. If possible he will keep a safe distance (50ft) behind the creature he spotted moving towards the smell of death.
Stealth: 18
Passive Perception: 15 (in case he might notice any other creatures)