Smiling Jack looks at the ground to see if he can pick up the barrel trail. Jack occasionally looks up at the tower, and wonders...who built it... and...why?
Relocate the barrel trail survival 14
If he locates the trail, he waits for the others to start down it, if there is a discrepancy Jack assumes he screwed up and follows the others.
To look for any other ambush Perception 19
Jack notes the same trail of the barrel that Caelen had seen earlier....
(( OOC: was hoping for at least a 10... so she could talk about what religion says about 'miracles, healing, and saints'... other than BURN THEM AT THE STAKE ))
Ardwynn has only the vaguest of recollections of some things a wandering mendicant priest said as he passed through the village a few years ago before being chased down and arrested by Black Riders.
She does recall something about Gatanades being a fisherman.....or something.....from some far away country....something about teaching loaves to fish....or fish to make bread.....something like that....the old priest was kind of long-winded and mostly seemed to drink and sleep the short time he was in town......
Caelan let the old man go, watching until the trees swallowed his bent figure and the last muttered blessings faded into birdsong and mist. Only then did he turn fully back to the ground, the hunter’s calm settling over him once more like a familiar cloak. “Are we all ready to head back out?”he asked, looking back at the group. “We still have a missing child to find.”
He crouched low, one knee sinking into the damp grass, fingers hovering just above the dew without disturbing it. “All right,”he murmured, mostly to himself. “Let’s see where you ran.” His eyes traced the clearing in a slow arc. The barrel’s passage was still there, flattened frost, crushed stems, a faint groove where wood had scraped stone. But Caelan wasn’t looking only for the obvious. He leaned closer, studying where the trail thinned, bent, and where the dew lay untouched beside it.
OOC: Survival Check to get back on the trail and see if he notices anything else: 21 (rolled in game log)
Jack notes the same trail of the barrel that Caelen had seen earlier....
Ardwynn has only the vaguest of recollections of some things a wandering mendicant priest said as he passed through the village a few years ago before being chased down and arrested by Black Riders.
She does recall something about Gatanades being a fisherman.....or something.....from some far away country....something about teaching loaves to fish....or fish to make bread.....something like that....the old priest was kind of long-winded and mostly seemed to drink and sleep the short time he was in town......
Caelan let the old man go, watching until the trees swallowed his bent figure and the last muttered blessings faded into birdsong and mist. Only then did he turn fully back to the ground, the hunter’s calm settling over him once more like a familiar cloak. “Are we all ready to head back out?” he asked, looking back at the group. “We still have a missing child to find.”
He crouched low, one knee sinking into the damp grass, fingers hovering just above the dew without disturbing it. “All right,” he murmured, mostly to himself. “Let’s see where you ran.” His eyes traced the clearing in a slow arc. The barrel’s passage was still there, flattened frost, crushed stems, a faint groove where wood had scraped stone. But Caelan wasn’t looking only for the obvious. He leaned closer, studying where the trail thinned, bent, and where the dew lay untouched beside it.
OOC:
Survival Check to get back on the trail and see if he notices anything else: 21 (rolled in game log)
Smiling Jack gets back to third or 4th (?) position as the others start down the trail again.