((It would actually be religion not arcana but they have the same stat i'll just give it any way))
From the information relayed by Weeze along with his own obsevations, Tyrion looks deep inside thr vault of knowledge he carries with himself. He recalls tales of the will-o-the-wisp, an offten time malevolent spirit that would lure lost souls to their deaths.
Wheeze frowns as Tyrin explains what it is they found, "I hate it, can it be killed... again I guess?"
Tyrin ponders "Well, I guess if we had a cleric or priest of sorts. Guess we should leave it be." - Tyrin looks back at the glow of light in the fog - "Although, it could entice some other poor soul if we don't..."
Wheeze frowns as Tyrin explains what it is they found, "I hate it, can it be killed... again I guess?"
Tyrin ponders "Well, I guess if we had a cleric or priest of sorts. Guess we should leave it be." - Tyrin looks back at the glow of light in the fog - "Although, it could entice some other poor soul if we don't..."
"As metal as it sounds to double kill a ghost, we may want to move on to finding the rangers and druid... Although, this thing may be what caught them.... On second thought, if y'all want to fight them, I'm totally down. In fact, Double-Killed Ghost may be my new song so we gotta make this happen."
“Alright, let’s get out of here then. I’ll make a sign.” Reg gets out some of the face paint from his disguise kit, (hopefully) finds a flat dryish piece of driftwood and paints a picture sign showing a ghost in a circle with a line going through it and an arrow pointing towards the will o whisp.
As thenfog begins to clear more you decide tonventure forward again. The light seems to follow you, calling you again when you glance towards it. If you continue to ignore it and continuenup stream the light slowly fades away.
With the mysterious light gone and the fog burned away entirely you move quickly to make up the distance lost during the drift. The swamplands seemed to come alive as you steadly pushed your craft through the murkey depts. Birds called in the distance, varioys buzzing bugs danced along the waters edge, gators watched from a distance befoee submerging themselves as you got closer. All seemed normal now. As the afternoon continued to burn away the stream seemed to become more and more narrow as the trees and other vegitation seemed to grow more bold in growing over the water. It was perhaps supper when you reached as fat north as the craft could take you. The waterway continued a bit but the boat was of no use any longer.
You take a few moments to find a good place down stream a bit to hide your boat. You find a nice area with low hanging branches to aide in the camoflauge. Before too long you all have fashioned a crude gilly suit-like cover for the boat. After ensuring its properly tied down and covered, you're all ready to continue your trek.
As they finish hiding the boat but before trekking into the swamp on foot, Reg reaches into his pack, pulls out the insect repellent salve, applies some to himself and offers some to the group.
"Ok boys, it looks like this is gonna suck but maybe this'll help keep us a little comfortable. Plus, we don't want to catch Dragon Dick Pox from the mosquitoes. Trust me, all the dragon based VD are no fun especially when you don't even get to have the sex part first."
Reg looks around at the rest of the group, staring motionlessly at him as he applies the salve to his body. “O...k... boys maybe we should get moving.”
Reg looks around at the rest of the group, staring motionlessly at him as he applies the salve to his body. “O...k... boys maybe we should get moving.”
"Yup." Wheeze then scuttles off to find a place for camp, staying out of the deep mud and carefully eyeing the surrounding underbrush for danger.
Insect repellent Ha! thanks for the offer friend but with this thick skin and shell I think I will be ok. I do look forward to taking a rest though so I am going to follow Wheeze and find us a nice camp spot. I could use a bite to eat when we get there also.
As Weeze and Bert move through the thick marsh as best as they can, Bert's head perks at an alien scent to their surroundings; smoke and cooked meat. Though he can't place his finger on it he motions to his small green friend and they start to follow the scent to its sorce. As theu get close they notice a fire light in the twilight and music can be heard along with muddled chatter.
Before breaking through the bush you peer through the trees and see a small village crudly made from wood of the fallen trees. Perhaps half a dozen halfling men stand around a fire with more women and children laughing and playing in the clearing. In its center is a monsterously large boar that had been split roasted over the fire, chunks of meat had already been carved away.
(Give me another perception check)
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((It would actually be religion not arcana but they have the same stat i'll just give it any way))
From the information relayed by Weeze along with his own obsevations, Tyrion looks deep inside thr vault of knowledge he carries with himself. He recalls tales of the will-o-the-wisp, an offten time malevolent spirit that would lure lost souls to their deaths.
Wheeze frowns as Tyrin explains what it is they found, "I hate it, can it be killed... again I guess?"
Tyrin ponders "Well, I guess if we had a cleric or priest of sorts. Guess we should leave it be." - Tyrin looks back at the glow of light in the fog - "Although, it could entice some other poor soul if we don't..."
"As metal as it sounds to double kill a ghost, we may want to move on to finding the rangers and druid... Although, this thing may be what caught them.... On second thought, if y'all want to fight them, I'm totally down. In fact, Double-Killed Ghost may be my new song so we gotta make this happen."
"Maybe we could just leave a sign and hope for the best."
“Alright, let’s get out of here then. I’ll make a sign.” Reg gets out some of the face paint from his disguise kit, (hopefully) finds a flat dryish piece of driftwood and paints a picture sign showing a ghost in a circle with a line going through it and an arrow pointing towards the will o whisp.
As thenfog begins to clear more you decide tonventure forward again. The light seems to follow you, calling you again when you glance towards it. If you continue to ignore it and continuenup stream the light slowly fades away.
“Piss off ghost!”... “He’s fricken gone.”
With the mysterious light gone and the fog burned away entirely you move quickly to make up the distance lost during the drift. The swamplands seemed to come alive as you steadly pushed your craft through the murkey depts. Birds called in the distance, varioys buzzing bugs danced along the waters edge, gators watched from a distance befoee submerging themselves as you got closer. All seemed normal now. As the afternoon continued to burn away the stream seemed to become more and more narrow as the trees and other vegitation seemed to grow more bold in growing over the water. It was perhaps supper when you reached as fat north as the craft could take you. The waterway continued a bit but the boat was of no use any longer.
Peering around the thick underbrush, Wheeze scowls into the dimming light looking for signs of travel.
He whispers to the party "Seems like a good place for stealing, might want to watch out for ambushes."
"So I guess we just keep going forward, just with wet feet this time."
"Anyone want to help me hide the boat?"
You take a few moments to find a good place down stream a bit to hide your boat. You find a nice area with low hanging branches to aide in the camoflauge. Before too long you all have fashioned a crude gilly suit-like cover for the boat. After ensuring its properly tied down and covered, you're all ready to continue your trek.
As they finish hiding the boat but before trekking into the swamp on foot, Reg reaches into his pack, pulls out the insect repellent salve, applies some to himself and offers some to the group.
"Ok boys, it looks like this is gonna suck but maybe this'll help keep us a little comfortable. Plus, we don't want to catch Dragon Dick Pox from the mosquitoes. Trust me, all the dragon based VD are no fun especially when you don't even get to have the sex part first."
Reg looks around at the rest of the group, staring motionlessly at him as he applies the salve to his body. “O...k... boys maybe we should get moving.”
"Yup." Wheeze then scuttles off to find a place for camp, staying out of the deep mud and carefully eyeing the surrounding underbrush for danger.
Insect repellent Ha! thanks for the offer friend but with this thick skin and shell I think I will be ok. I do look forward to taking a rest though so I am going to follow Wheeze and find us a nice camp spot. I could use a bite to eat when we get there also.
As Weeze and Bert move through the thick marsh as best as they can, Bert's head perks at an alien scent to their surroundings; smoke and cooked meat. Though he can't place his finger on it he motions to his small green friend and they start to follow the scent to its sorce. As theu get close they notice a fire light in the twilight and music can be heard along with muddled chatter.
Before breaking through the bush you peer through the trees and see a small village crudly made from wood of the fallen trees. Perhaps half a dozen halfling men stand around a fire with more women and children laughing and playing in the clearing. In its center is a monsterously large boar that had been split roasted over the fire, chunks of meat had already been carved away.
(Give me another perception check)