War Party A (Camp)

Garrik finds some decent trees and calls over one of the soldiers with an axe. As Tusk grabs at the snake, Ledmo is logically confused, as Tusk's movement helps obscure the snake. The snake, deciding Tusk is a more obvious threat, tries to bite at his hand as it comes close.

9 for 1 piercing damage, and a DC 10 Constitution saving throw. On a failure, Tusk will take 5 poison damage, or half as much on a successful save.

War Party A (Swamp)

One of the boats drifts lazily towards the crouched party. A few moments pass before it stops. It doesn''t seem to have noticed the party yet, but it may in a few moments.

[Still need Stealth checks from Oriros and Will.]

Wilfred looks at Wraith and Kalahari with a bemused smile. "No need for sirs and misters. Name's Wilfred Redguard, if you wanna be official. But out there in the field, all that matters is experience and courage. I rather you judge me by that". Turning to Kalahari, he adds "You seem a little nervous. Want a drink?" as he offers her his flask.

War Party C

Ganathor turns to Wilfred and scowls, "Liquid courage is a drink for love, not war."

He subconsciously moves his hand to check and ensure that the leather case is still on him, which it is (unless someone's been a very sneaky rogue).

"I find it helps more in the latter..." Wilfred replies, making it clear that he doesn't want to discuss his rituals or behaviour. "If we're waiting around for a while yet, I could whip us up some stew, but I am itching to get going. There's nothing quite sharpens the mind like a mission".

War Party B

Belorin raises his head as he watches the owl, a curious look on his face, his eyes following its movements. After a while of simply watching, he turns his attention elsewhere, and as time draws on, he begins to feel and hear his stomach rumbling. For the most part, he could ignore hunger, but this was on almost a day without eating, so when the pangs came, his eyes almost instinctively shifted over to the owl. Almost with a shrug to himself, he stood and knocked an arrow to his longbow then took aim as he pulled back the bow string, his muscles growing taught. And released.

Attack: 19
Damage: 5

War Party C

Kenley nods at Wraith "I am more than ready to get going."

Impatient, and bored of just waiting around, Wilfred starts to head out, although he said he'd like to keep to the middle of the formation. At least now they would be moving, and that meant not being as cold. He wasn't particularly happy that this assignment had gotten him so far north, but for the last 18 moons he didn't have anything outside of his service, to give him purpose, to help him heal, and to give him a shot at redemption.

War Party C

Wraith collects the offered map from the Quarter Master as they make their preparations to depart, "Many thanks!" Wraith looks over the map with the rest of the party. "Any one familiar with any of the features on here?", Wraith asks the group at large. "As far as marching order, I can accompany you up front, Ganathar. I'm not that familiar with reading trail sign; but I can be an extra set of eyes & ears. Perhaps I can learn some skills to stay alive in this miserable place from you."

War Party A

Will made his check. He got an 11. 

Wilfred is trying to have a look at the map and see whether he recognises any features, or spots any locations that would serve well to hide their approach into Orcish territory.

 Turning to Wraith and Ganathar, he adds "Lead on, and we'll follow. I'm anxious to get going, we're wasting daylight".

War Party C

"No thank you," Kalahari said, shaking her head. She wasn't entirely sure whether he was offering alcohol or water, to be completely honest, but based on how the others responded she could take an educated guess. "I'd like to keep my wits about me, and I don't really know how well I'd hold that sort of thing."

War Party C

Ganathor takes the map, studies it for a few moments, and tries to figure out the best way to get to the Orc's camp. He then begins to lead the group out of the camp,

Survival:14

War Party A - Lumber Site

It became instantly obvious what Tusk was doing in the grass when the green viper's head lashed out at him.  "Belly crawlin' boot lickin' ankle biter..." Ledmo growled lowly.  The dwarf regarded Tusk with a quick look.  "Ya lookin' ta kill it, er make a pet outta it?  I gotta say, we got 'nough hazards 'round this place wit'out addin' poison serpents ta the mix.  Ya want tha' I should put my 'atchet ta it?  Make quick work of it, 'twould." 

The dwarf straightened up then, slinging the handle of his battle axe through the leather loops on his rucksack.  Ledmo then pulled the hand axe from the holster at his right hip.  "By the by, name's Ledmo, Ledmo Embervein, though mos' tend t'be callin' me Led, which suites me jus' fine.  So, shall I be separatin' tha' snake's head from it's body fer ya, or are ya 'avin' other plans fer the beast?"

Con:5
Or is con only if it hits? Because it doesn't. It really doesn't.

Shh, snake. It's alright. Stop trying to fight. Tusk attempts to calm it down.
Animal handling:12

Ledmo, it's alright. Not a pet, not a dead snake. Just here. My name's Tusk. Nice to meet you. And don't chop it's head off.

(Would tusk know what type of snake this is? Here's nature if you need it [my favored terrain is Forest, and enemy is Lizardfolk and orcs]Nature:10)

War Party A -  Lumber Site

Tusk's response brought a short shrug from the dwarf.  "So be it.", he said as he slid the hand axe back into it's holster, and pulled his battle axe off the rucksack and back into his grasp again.  "Good to meetcha, Tusk.  Jus' take care tha' no one gits bit.  Camp's full a' wounded as it is."

Ledmo then cast his look toward the dense foliage beyond the work area again, and he sucked at his teeth loudly.  "Which reminds me, we're makin' quite a bit a' noise out 'ere, wha' wit' all the choppin' and knockin' down a' these trees.  We oughtta think 'bout gittin' this lumber back ta camp soon, and seein' 'bout repairin' the defenses.  It's my guess tha' out there..." and he gave a quick nod to the taller trees, the shadows beneath them, and all the brush cover between where they stood and there.  "...are eyes we ain' seein', but surely are seein' us.  It's a sure bet that the scalies'll be hittin' us again, an' we don' wanna be outside the walls when tha' 'appens.  D'ya know iffen the Cap'n's sent out a recon crew yet?"

I believe so, with Feldri. Ugh. He attempts to pet the snake, and calm it down more.
Animal Handling:15

War Party A -  Lumber Site

Ledmo nodded.  "Very well.  I'll leave ya ta it then, Tusk.  I'll be on perimeter duty 'til we're gittin' the call ta move out.  Give a shout iffen yer in need."  And with that, the dwarf resumed his circuit of the work area, keeping a careful eye on the wooded boglands.

Resuming Patrol:

Perception: 16