Feng, hearing his name will turn his crab head toward the group. He starts snipping his claw and makes his way, following the tracks. He looks back toward the companions and snips his claw, motioning to follow.
All, the jungle floor is littered with undergrowth and fallen vegetation, making it difficult to track the prints. After a few hours of losing, finding, losing again, doubling back, and finding the trail again, you eventually come upon what appears to be a small village deep within the jungle. Through breaks in the foliage you can make out a small village ahead. Structures built out of wood and vines are scattered around a large clearing. Some of the structures have wooden bridges connecting them to structures built into the treetops. Roughly 100 brightly colored bipedal frogs are gathered near a raised platform in the center of the clearing. You can just barely make out a humanoid shape, kneeling near what appears to be a large throne.
Strife will look towards the village and then back to his companions. "I could try talking to them? I like to talk... I could ask them what they did with Seldor... and well.. if that doesn't go well we might be having frog legs for dinner!" Strife will say with a large smile.
Vappa will reach over and put one hand over Strife's mouth and put a finger over his. "Shhhh..." He will then unsheath his shortsword, lay it up against a tree.
Strife and Vappa, subtle sounds reach your ears amongst the usual jungle noise. You notice small forms working their way through the undergrowth. There are a lot of them and they're slowly but effectively surrounding you.
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Vappa will put his palm over Strife's danger and push it back down to the Kobold's side. "Too many... " He will then speak to the surrounding area. "No threat." He says, holding his hands up to his head.
All, you're suddenly surrounded by chirping Grung warriors! They hold their spears out toward you with anger in their eyes. More and more pour from the jungle around you, surrounding you with pointed sticks and angry voices. A sudden loud call cuts through the jungle and the warriors fall silent. The voice calls out again and the warriors part, granting you an unimpeded view of the crowded Grung village center. Amongst the gathering of Grungs, two stand out from the rest. An elderly, but fierce looking Grung wearing an ornate headdress and a younger Grung with long eyelashes and various bits of precious stone adorning her body. They are at the center of the gathering and appear to be arguing. The female Grung appears to be standing protectively over Seldor while the other, older Grung stands stoically opposite. A number of Grungs in varying shades of green stand behind him, each wielding a weapon. The Grung Chieftan motions for you all to be brought forward and you feel the points of the Grung spears press against your back. You're ushered in front of the Grung Chieftan and he stares at you all in turn. He slams his ceremonial staff on the ground and the Grungs fall silent.
Lady Susanne and Vappa, the tracks are unlike anything you've seen.
Feng, hearing his name will turn his crab head toward the group. He starts snipping his claw and makes his way, following the tracks. He looks back toward the companions and snips his claw, motioning to follow.
I don't have a signature.
Feng, go ahead and make a Wisdom (Survival) check to see how well you can follow the tracks.
Feng survival check: 6
****.... first crit fail.
I don't have a signature.
(Can Vappa try?)
Vappa, absolutely!
Survival: 15
(It ain't a swamp, the lizard is lost)
Are there any animals around for Feng to communicate with?
I don't have a signature.
All, the jungle floor is littered with undergrowth and fallen vegetation, making it difficult to track the prints. After a few hours of losing, finding, losing again, doubling back, and finding the trail again, you eventually come upon what appears to be a small village deep within the jungle. Through breaks in the foliage you can make out a small village ahead. Structures built out of wood and vines are scattered around a large clearing. Some of the structures have wooden bridges connecting them to structures built into the treetops. Roughly 100 brightly colored bipedal frogs are gathered near a raised platform in the center of the clearing. You can just barely make out a humanoid shape, kneeling near what appears to be a large throne.
What would you like to do?
Feng, remaining in his form, will look toward the others for thoughts and ideas.
I don't have a signature.
(Woah it has been busy this afternoon!)
Strife will look towards the village and then back to his companions. "I could try talking to them? I like to talk... I could ask them what they did with Seldor... and well.. if that doesn't go well we might be having frog legs for dinner!" Strife will say with a large smile.
Vappa will reach over and put one hand over Strife's mouth and put a finger over his. "Shhhh..." He will then unsheath his shortsword, lay it up against a tree.
Perception check to see if we are being watched.
11
Strife will stop talking and nod to the lizardman before looking around as well.
19 perception
Feng is standing there in his form occasionally snipping his claws together.
I don't have a signature.
Strife and Vappa, subtle sounds reach your ears amongst the usual jungle noise. You notice small forms working their way through the undergrowth. There are a lot of them and they're slowly but effectively surrounding you.
"Uhh... guys... we are being surrounded..." Strife would whisper as he quickly draws his dagger and orb...
Vappa will put his palm over Strife's danger and push it back down to the Kobold's side. "Too many... " He will then speak to the surrounding area. "No threat." He says, holding his hands up to his head.
Persuasion: 9
Feng is going to look around and see if he can notice what's around him, readying his claw attack it they turn out to be hostile.
I don't have a signature.
All, you're suddenly surrounded by chirping Grung warriors! They hold their spears out toward you with anger in their eyes. More and more pour from the jungle around you, surrounding you with pointed sticks and angry voices. A sudden loud call cuts through the jungle and the warriors fall silent. The voice calls out again and the warriors part, granting you an unimpeded view of the crowded Grung village center. Amongst the gathering of Grungs, two stand out from the rest. An elderly, but fierce looking Grung wearing an ornate headdress and a younger Grung with long eyelashes and various bits of precious stone adorning her body. They are at the center of the gathering and appear to be arguing. The female Grung appears to be standing protectively over Seldor while the other, older Grung stands stoically opposite. A number of Grungs in varying shades of green stand behind him, each wielding a weapon. The Grung Chieftan motions for you all to be brought forward and you feel the points of the Grung spears press against your back. You're ushered in front of the Grung Chieftan and he stares at you all in turn. He slams his ceremonial staff on the ground and the Grungs fall silent.
"Who... Are you?" asks the Cheiftan.
(OOC: how much time has passed since the frog attack?)
I don't have a signature.