His conscious returning to his mind, Titus scans the terrain ahead paying particular attention to the peak and ruins. 'undead tsk tsk, nasty business, nasty. nothing good ever comes from messing with death. I wonder what I our furry friend thinks of it.' he questions in his mind.
Checking his position, and satisfied he is still hidden he scans the path ahead
As Titus and Kryinor make their stealthy approach tot he base of the ruin topped hill. Breathing in with enhanced senses, the gift of long practice in wolf form carrying over to his half elf nose, Kryinor detects the odor of rotting flesh from above.
Their other companions making their way behind at a safer distance so as not to give away their approach.
The Rubble and it's colorful ornament remain still and quiet.
It feels as if all other life has fled the area...
Kryinor turns to Titus whispering while his eyes dart this way and that way while touching the ground, his hand recoiling " I can smell the rotting flesh of beasts in there.... the earth is cold ... unnaturally cold, do you sense them Titus? I'm sure they are here somewhere. "
Titus and Kryinor scout ahead and make their way up the old path to the top of the hill and the ruin there in.
Observing the scene through a section of wall that is no more than tumbled stone, they see the jagged tower, of which only the bottom floor remains, rising out of the North wall like a broken rotting tooth. Kryinor scents the strong smell of rotting flesh from that direction.
In the south west corner of the old courtyard a tent of triangular panels of two bright shades of red sits out of place in the old worn landscape.
A slight breeze gently stirs the dust in the old square.
Zaxx has been quiet during the trek, his mind mulling over past events. He wonders if he will ever find his quest item for The Order, and now the good elf speaks of undead. Surely a bad sign indeed.
The mage sighs and tries to keep up. When they reach the ruins he'll look around, seeing for anything obviously arcane in nature.
[OOC: Perception check 6 (looking specifically for runes, sigils or the like nearby, but not straying too far from the party]
Zaxx mounts the hill with his companions. Studying the ruin for a time Zaxx notes similarities in the construction and aesthetics, in what remains, of the complex. He is almost certain that is is contemporary with the now cleared lair of Cragmaw Castle and thus another of the tell tale remnants of the Ancient Empire of Phalorm.
He also notes the colours of the tent in the south west corner. Now closer he is sure they are a particular shade of red that he should be concerned about, he just can't quite put his finger on why...
Titus continues to watch the courtyard while his friends join him and Kronor, it remains still though from their new position the stench of death is obvious to even his normal olfactory senses.
Kargan ever practical as dwarfs often are, scans the surrounding country side for threats near and far. Noting no signs of menace nearby he gazes further afield and is alarmed when his eyes look to the West and see a dark plume of smoke rising in the vicinity of Phandalin!
As most of the parties eyes turn towards the west they all see the smoke rising from their newly adopted home. Breccha grasping the sword that gives eagle sight feels his vision shift and the details gain some clarity. Though Phadalin is still far off, even by an eagle's standards, he can see that the plume rises from a small base. Thinking that the fire must be only in a small part of town, one building perhaps...
Zaxx intent on the ruined courtyard and the ominously coloured tent feels the hairs on the back on his neck and arms raise and tingle. There is some strong magic being worked in the vicinity.
OOC: Kryinor does not think it is a crop related fire.
"Ach, I wager this is Grobbi work, the foul scum has attacked the town whilst we are away! We must finish our task here an' return as quick as can be! "
with a murderous glint in his eye and a grim set jaw " I'll not dally whilst my charges burn! Death to all who dare."
no sooner his words spoken, the elf shoulders bow and replaces the knocked arrow in his quiver whilst turning and launching into a run back down the track whence the party has come.
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His conscious returning to his mind, Titus scans the terrain ahead paying particular attention to the peak and ruins. 'undead tsk tsk, nasty business, nasty. nothing good ever comes from messing with death. I wonder what I our furry friend thinks of it.' he questions in his mind.
Checking his position, and satisfied he is still hidden he scans the path ahead
14
that's a perception roll Donny
As Titus and Kryinor make their stealthy approach tot he base of the ruin topped hill. Breathing in with enhanced senses, the gift of long practice in wolf form carrying over to his half elf nose, Kryinor detects the odor of rotting flesh from above.
Their other companions making their way behind at a safer distance so as not to give away their approach.
The Rubble and it's colorful ornament remain still and quiet.
It feels as if all other life has fled the area...
"Ach, foul cursed magics, denying the dead their rightful rest, it's no' right I tell ye, no' right at all !!"
Kryinor turns to Titus whispering while his eyes dart this way and that way while touching the ground, his hand recoiling " I can smell the rotting flesh of beasts in there.... the earth is cold ... unnaturally cold, do you sense them Titus? I'm sure they are here somewhere. "
Pausing his advance to turn his head towards Kryinor
"death walks where it once had lain. Nothing good ever comes from necromancy. I wish upon a cleric at this point, but alas we have no succor there"
The elf then turns again toward the ruins and begins moving as stealthy as he can towards the spire.
Titus and Kryinor scout ahead and make their way up the old path to the top of the hill and the ruin there in.
Observing the scene through a section of wall that is no more than tumbled stone, they see the jagged tower, of which only the bottom floor remains, rising out of the North wall like a broken rotting tooth. Kryinor scents the strong smell of rotting flesh from that direction.
In the south west corner of the old courtyard a tent of triangular panels of two bright shades of red sits out of place in the old worn landscape.
A slight breeze gently stirs the dust in the old square.
What do you do?
seeing Titus and Kryinor made it to the top of the hill, the rest of us will hurry to join them.
Titus settles in to his position to quietly wait and observe.
While Titus watches the ruins, I will scan the surrounding countryside, and the sky, for any movement
perc 5
Zaxx has been quiet during the trek, his mind mulling over past events. He wonders if he will ever find his quest item for The Order, and now the good elf speaks of undead. Surely a bad sign indeed.
The mage sighs and tries to keep up. When they reach the ruins he'll look around, seeing for anything obviously arcane in nature.
[OOC: Perception check 6 (looking specifically for runes, sigils or the like nearby, but not straying too far from the party]
Zaxx mounts the hill with his companions. Studying the ruin for a time Zaxx notes similarities in the construction and aesthetics, in what remains, of the complex. He is almost certain that is is contemporary with the now cleared lair of Cragmaw Castle and thus another of the tell tale remnants of the Ancient Empire of Phalorm.
He also notes the colours of the tent in the south west corner. Now closer he is sure they are a particular shade of red that he should be concerned about, he just can't quite put his finger on why...
Titus continues to watch the courtyard while his friends join him and Kronor, it remains still though from their new position the stench of death is obvious to even his normal olfactory senses.
Kargan ever practical as dwarfs often are, scans the surrounding country side for threats near and far. Noting no signs of menace nearby he gazes further afield and is alarmed when his eyes look to the West and see a dark plume of smoke rising in the vicinity of Phandalin!
(in a whisper to the others)
"Ach, do my eyes deceive me, is the smoke yonder coming from Phandalin?"
Breccha increases speed a little when he hears the Dwarf's comment about smoke...
On hearing the words of Kargan, Titus looks in the direction of Phandlin. "Breecha - Quick man - use your sword! What do you see at Phandalin?"
Preception: 21
Zaxx's hand traces over the brickwork of the ruins.
"Hmmm," he mused. "Phalormish, if I'm not mistaken."
Squinting at the coloured tent, he pauses.
"There's something about that red colour ..."
Suddenly he's started from his thoughts as the good dwarf mentions fires near Phandalin.
"Titus, my elf-friend. Should we move in?"
At the mention of smoke Kryinor turns to the direction of phandalin and scans the horizon.
Perception: 18
" Titus,have any of the farmers harvested there crops recently? Could it be one of them?"
Kryinor thinks back to his hunts with the wolf pack to see if he can remember any fields that had been recently harvested...
As most of the parties eyes turn towards the west they all see the smoke rising from their newly adopted home. Breccha grasping the sword that gives eagle sight feels his vision shift and the details gain some clarity. Though Phadalin is still far off, even by an eagle's standards, he can see that the plume rises from a small base. Thinking that the fire must be only in a small part of town, one building perhaps...
Zaxx intent on the ruined courtyard and the ominously coloured tent feels the hairs on the back on his neck and arms raise and tingle. There is some strong magic being worked in the vicinity.
OOC: Kryinor does not think it is a crop related fire.
"Ach, I wager this is Grobbi work, the foul scum has attacked the town whilst we are away! We must finish our task here an' return as quick as can be! "
" Let us deal with this tower quickly so that we can return to Phandalin, and find out the source of smoke ,I don't like the look of it."
Kryinor focuses his attention back on the courtyard ready to shift if a foe presents itself.
with a murderous glint in his eye and a grim set jaw " I'll not dally whilst my charges burn! Death to all who dare."
no sooner his words spoken, the elf shoulders bow and replaces the knocked arrow in his quiver whilst turning and launching into a run back down the track whence the party has come.