Mortimer distracts Raff from his search for the trail, this explaining the bad roll. "But what if whatever it was comes back! Saladir was tied up like bait. Bait for what?"
"Then we should move ourselves out of here," Talindra says while gesturing out of the clearing back the way they came. "Then whatever it was doesn't even matter."
Salida nods in agreement. "She's right. I need to head back to the camp and get my equipment - I can go alone and catch up with you, or someone can come with me." She pauses, and seems like she's having some kind of internal debate. "I would feel safer," she says, the words seeming to be forced out of her unwillingly, "if someone could come with me."
Salida snorts in exasperation, but seems to appreciate the gesture. "Let's hurry then. No telling where that dumb ******* dinosaur will get to in the meantime."
In spite of her wounds, she moves quickly and you make your way back to the camp without incident. Roughly ten minutes later, she's fully dressed and armed, and breaks her tent down quickly. "Okay. Let's go get Ambrosious from... wherever the shit he's wandered off to."
Choose someone to make a survival check to pick the trail back up since it's been a while.
You find the tracks with ease, and before too long you are just about where Salida's misadventure occurred. The trail is clearly older now - some of the grass has started to straighten back up - but come on, it's a dinosaur, not a set of car keys. Salida pauses and sniffs the air experimentally. "I don't smell any rot. Looks like we're in the clear."
Another ten or twenty minutes on the trail and you realize it's gotten quite hot - the sun is now high in the sky and you've spent your whole morning on this nonsense. As you round the corner, there's a sudden snorting, snuffling sound and the sound of a heavy tread approaching your position. What do you do?
Fenrir is too hot and irritated to shush Mortimer. He just hefts his weapon and gets ready for whatever they've just called the attention of. If it's not their dinosaur, whatever it is is gonna get a face full of axe.
You wait as the sounds get closer. Closer. Closer.
Still closer. Time has slowed down to a crawl. A minute is like a month or something.
Closer.
Fortunately for Mortimer (and I guess everyone else present), the creature that finally ambles out of the bushes is in fact your (faithful?) dinosaur Ambrosious, with packs intact, give or take some bits that probably got snagged on a branch or something. Salida rolls her eyes and swats the errant beast on its nose.
"*******." She says, in the same way you might scold an errant puppy for pissing on your rug. "You're meant to be better behaved than that."
Mortimer distracts Raff from his search for the trail, this explaining the bad roll. "But what if whatever it was comes back! Saladir was tied up like bait. Bait for what?"
"Then we should move ourselves out of here," Talindra says while gesturing out of the clearing back the way they came. "Then whatever it was doesn't even matter."
Salida nods in agreement. "She's right. I need to head back to the camp and get my equipment - I can go alone and catch up with you, or someone can come with me." She pauses, and seems like she's having some kind of internal debate. "I would feel safer," she says, the words seeming to be forced out of her unwillingly, "if someone could come with me."
Raff volunteers; after all, reptilians ought to stick together.
Mortimer hems and haws for a moment before flipping his mace around and offering the haft to Salida. "For the walk back. Hopefully you don't need it."
(( Just jumping in on a new account since I can't remember how to get on the original one. Annoying. ))
Fenrir will volunteer everyone. "We oughtta stick together anyway,"
Salida snorts in exasperation, but seems to appreciate the gesture. "Let's hurry then. No telling where that dumb ******* dinosaur will get to in the meantime."
In spite of her wounds, she moves quickly and you make your way back to the camp without incident. Roughly ten minutes later, she's fully dressed and armed, and breaks her tent down quickly. "Okay. Let's go get Ambrosious from... wherever the shit he's wandered off to."
Choose someone to make a survival check to pick the trail back up since it's been a while.
Morty's mediocre in that. He's got good Wisdom, but is not trained. If no one trained in it starts searching, he will soon.
Mortimer starts looking for the dino-tracks again!
Survival: 18
You find the tracks with ease, and before too long you are just about where Salida's misadventure occurred. The trail is clearly older now - some of the grass has started to straighten back up - but come on, it's a dinosaur, not a set of car keys. Salida pauses and sniffs the air experimentally. "I don't smell any rot. Looks like we're in the clear."
Another ten or twenty minutes on the trail and you realize it's gotten quite hot - the sun is now high in the sky and you've spent your whole morning on this nonsense. As you round the corner, there's a sudden snorting, snuffling sound and the sound of a heavy tread approaching your position. What do you do?
"We found her!"
Fenrir is too hot and irritated to shush Mortimer. He just hefts his weapon and gets ready for whatever they've just called the attention of. If it's not their dinosaur, whatever it is is gonna get a face full of axe.
You wait as the sounds get closer. Closer. Closer.
Still closer. Time has slowed down to a crawl. A minute is like a month or something.
Closer.
Fortunately for Mortimer (and I guess everyone else present), the creature that finally ambles out of the bushes is in fact your (faithful?) dinosaur Ambrosious, with packs intact, give or take some bits that probably got snagged on a branch or something. Salida rolls her eyes and swats the errant beast on its nose.
"*******." She says, in the same way you might scold an errant puppy for pissing on your rug. "You're meant to be better behaved than that."
Mortimer pats Abrosious on the snout. "Who's a good girl? Yes you are! ...A good girl who lost some of our luggage."
Ambrosious preens under Mortimer's praise and does not appear to think they've done anything wrong at all.