Despite his own discomfort, seeing the look on the two elven children is enough for even the genasi to shrug it off long enough to put up a smile. "Now you two don't going worrying none. We'd say we'd keep an eye out for you, and that's just what we're planning to do." He says to them as the group moves along. Rumble's focus lingers on them just long enough to see if their mood improves before its back to the forefront. 

Performance: 7.  (Mostly for Flavor)

For a split second there, Rumble even has himself convinced. But then his stomach starts churning, and it takes every bit of willpower just to keep from fully grimacing about the issue...

Feeling pleased with himself after the last battle, Dark continues along with the group while talking to Rumble.  "It seems like every day or so this world throws another challenge at us.  I wonder if any of the groups before us have made it to the end."  with a squawk like laugh he adds "If there is even an end."  As he passes the remains of the worms, he wonders if anything has been eaten by them that may have had useful equipment.  Investigation check for supplies 14  Perception check for dangers around the group. 24

The party continues forward, clambering over the terrain to get ever closer to their goal. Darkwing takes to the air again and surveys the area ahead from a low altitude. As they get to about halfway between where they rested and the city limits, Dark spots what appears to be a dried husk of a human corpse in one of the drops ahead. There are signs of large punctures in the body along the chest and abdomen.

Mara will continue until they find the body, shaking her head as she looks at the dead body. She will move forward to see if she can guess at what may have killed them.

Medicine: 5

As Killian approaches the remains, he sorta huffs and say's " Hope this isn't the guy who knew the way out." not really interested in the body will maintain a visual of the surroundings while Mara gets a closer look.

Rumble stays a certain distance back for once, though kept a wary eye out for those decided to get close. Feeling his stomach churn once more just from a distant look, approaching it just wasn't in the cards this time. "What's the word, yaw'll? He got any of dem sprouts coming out of'em? Or somethin' else goin on with the poor fellow?" He pauses for a moment. "Other than being dead 'o course."

“Whatever did that to him will be waiting for us.  Stay ready.  By the looks of him it has been a while since it ate.”  Dark says as he gets a drink and covers himself with some clothing to shield from the light.

Mara is unsure, but the body has dried out, its skin flaky as all that is left is a husk really. There are multiple exit wounds along the torso which suggests that something a few inches in diameter has been thrust in and out of him, similar to when an arrow is incorrectly removed, though with a much wider wound.

Mara can onlt offer a helpless shrug as she is not really sure what would have caused such a wound as while she had healong magic she had never really had much chance to study proper medicine techniques.

"Glad you noticed that last part, Rumble!" Darnell jokes. He avoids looking at the corpse as he scans the surrounding area for any apparent threats.

Perception: 13

Rumble grimaces. Both from Mara's response, and Dark's assessment. After a moment of internal struggling and a quick glance to Darnell he says, "See... Ah man... see if he ain't got anything of worth on'em, and then let's move on. Much as I'd like to bury'im, Mister Dark did have a point. So, stick'n  'round won't be in our best interest.  Best to be move'n on sooner than later... 'less you two we're missing one other fella from yer group?" 

Thursday will kneel beside the corpse and pat him down for anything useful, tools, leather, cloth... anything like that. 

Investigation: 19

As the group stops, Steve would check the surroundings to make sure this isn't some type of ambush. 

Perception: 15

There doesn't appear to be another soul around the area beside the party. Thursday goes over to the corpse and checks it over. The clothing is torn by where the holes on the body is, though there are a couple of useful items that seem useful.

• A leather pouch which contains ten seashells.
• A small pack with a healer's kit made up of basic cloth bandages and a couple of tiny clay pots that seem to have some oils in them.
• A wooden amulet in the etchings of a sunburst around the neck.
• A series of large dried leaves tied together with string. Upon them appears to be scrawling written in dried blood. No one in the party can decipher the markings.

Thursday would openly report her findings, “how are you feeling Rumb? Still a little uneasy? Maybe someone a little more familiar with medicine could lend you a hand with this...” she shows off the healers kit and continues on, “Is anyone familiar with this?” (I could roll a check if needed too) she holds the amulet up. 

Thursday would like to check out the seashells more. It seems strange that there would be seashells out here, “Seashells...” she looks around, “Where would these even come from?”

“Maybe this person is like us.  Maybe they came from a place with an ocean.   Clearly it is no here.”  Dark says as he starts to move forward.

“Hmm maybe so.” Thursday after everyone is done checking out the items she will hold onto the pouch with the shells. She will leave whatever else to anyone who wants to claim it. Otherwise she will carry what’s left behind. 

Killian speaks up, "those shells are used like coin in this place, and that amulet may I see it?" As he reaches out for it he hears a gurgle and hacking coughing as Rumble is attempting to throw up. "I got something for that Rumble" he pulls out the small piece of coal and with the end of his staff breaks some into pieces and muddles it into a powder. "Now put this in your mouth and take a swig of this, holding out the waterskin...wait anyone still got one of those fermented ones from the gnome or did we dump them all?" The coal and water mixture should make a activated charcoal substitute and cause Rumble to vomit. 

Survival : 20

Medicine : 9

Thursday shrugs, “yeah here.” And hands over the amulet.