"Wha? Well... shoot! That one way to answer mah question! We'll have to save the rest of this awkward introduce'n ourselves fer later!" Marcon rushes to the mouth of the cave, but seeing only darkness, starts fiddling around with a pack; eventually trading handaxe for a lit a torch. "I'd 'preciate ya'll cover'n mah back. But if ya can't, I... I understand." Nervous, Marcon takes one last quiet breathe and starts marching inside with shield and torch in hand if none intercede.
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When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Garet is able to harvest 23 pounds of meat from the dead wolf and a pelt (5 lbs.) that should fetch roughly 8 gold pieces in town based on the condition it is in.
(OOC: Garet will need to decide how he wants to transport these items keeping in mind the average backpack can hold roughly 30 pounds of gear internally.)
"Wha? Well... shoot! That one way to answer mah question! We'll have to save the rest of this awkward introduce'n ourselves fer later!" Marcon rushes to the mouth of the cave, but seeing only darkness, starts fiddling around with a pack; eventually trading handaxe for a lit a torch. "I'd 'preciate ya'll cover'n mah back. But if ya can't, I... I understand." Nervous, Marcon takes one last quiet breathe and starts marching inside with shield and torch in hand if none intercede.
A narrow dry path leads into the cave on the right-hand side of the stream. Steeply sloping, stalactite-covered ceilings rise 20 to 30 feet above the cave floor. Just inside the cave mouth, Marcon finds a few uneven stone steps leading up to a small, dank chamber on the east side of the passage. This area narrows to a steep fissure at the far end, and is filled with rubbish and the stench of animals. Three animal collars lie on the floor, secured to it by short, thick chains.
Looking northward, the main passage from the cave mouth climbs steeply upward, the stream plunging and splashing down its west side. In the shadows, a side passage appears to lead westward within the cave complex.
Rigel quickly slings his bow over his shoulder so that he can then free his left hand for a dagger and his right for a hand axe. Sliding into line behind Marcon, Rigel leans forward and begins to whisper,
"Name's Rigel. To answer a few of your questions, we tracked a hand full of goblins here and thanks to a well perpetrated but ultimately futile ruse their leader Klarg does, indeed, know we are here. This smell and these remains are what's left of the guard wolves he had chained up in here. The ones he set out on us. We're facing one bugbear, Klarg, and an unknown number of goblins. Just thought you should know what you're getting into."
Seeing his fellows move, Garet puts chunks of meat on one edge of the pelt and rolls it. He tie is with rope and binds to his back pack like aditional bedroll
@Garet, let’s say give it 3 days to cure followed by a successful DC 12 Wisdom (Survival) check and you can convert the raw meat into 3 pounds of wolf jerky.
One pound of wolf jerky can replace one ration, which if consumed while taking a short rest, also allows you to get the maximum amount of healing on one hit die.
Marcon nodded and at one point even glanced back at the others. But his attention is always fleeting in those moments, as he inevitable jerked his head back towards the inner workings of the cave; An odd noise or perhaps paranoia getting the best of the young man. He is especially attentive to catch any more sounds of tortured screams. "So long it ain't no small army of the miscreants, I can deal wit' the goblins. Da Bugbear's me only real concern... Right terrors in the dark, or so my Ma used to say."He whispered back without looking away.
Although his gaze lingered on the rubbish pile strangely enough, he pressed ahead until realizing a bend in the cave started forming ahead along the path. "Somethin'.. hmm... no. This ain't the time to be gett'n cold feet."He mutters to himself before pushing head along the rive path, stance low and wooden shield at the ready for any sneaky little ones rushing him. But if he spots one at the edge of his torch light going forward, his first instinct will be to try and hit it with a thrown torch before rushing its position.
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Ronk nods at Marcon's statement and says "Yeah, I heard that about bugbears too," with apparently no trace of irony.
The monk eases into the chamber with the empty collars and looks over the rubbish. If the wolves were hungry, they'd probably been fed only scraps. Maybe seeing what scraps were around would give a hint of how many goblins they'd be facing. "Even a few goblins can be bad. A couple almost killed me earlier... Before I punched them."
"I would recommend putting the torch out," Vanzaren follows Marcon into the cave. "Who knows what the goblins have set up in here. That light could be the difference between them setting off a trap or not."
Exploring the room with the collars, "Well then, I certainly didn't expect for a rag-tag group of goblins to be keeping pets," he chuckles at his own joke. He takes interest in the shadowy side tunnel and decides to start down it, quietly telling his team what he's doing before moving.
Marcon does not stop his progress along the river, but will whisper back in a fluster, "Traps, what -- Mn! Whatever, its fine. At least two of us bein' blind in here ain't gonna do any favors. If you're worried, just stay a bit further bit back, aight?"
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Marcon at least stop for a moment, but refrains from look back. "... There ain't no time fer ***** foot'n 'round no more. Somebody's bein' torment, 'nd they -know- ya'll here already, meaning no good fer dem." He glances back to Garret and Ronk at least with an apologetic look about his face. "And no offense big guy. But ya still look'n bit rough... But thanks."With that out of the way, he starts up again; this time determined to stop for nothing.
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As Marcon moves purposefully deeper into the cave, his torchlight begins to reveal the path ahead. In the shadows of the ceiling to the north, he can just make out the dim shape of a rickety bridge of wood and rope crossing over the passage in front of him. It appears as though another passage intersects with this one, twenty feet above the floor.
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Marcon squints up at the bridge for a good few seconds prior to nod grimly to himself. "Psst. Ront. Take this for a second. I'mma go topside 'nd see if I can better lay of the place. Soon as I'm up there, toss my torch up, okay?" He offers the torch. But, if Ront refuses or proves reluctant, he simply nods in understand before tossing it up himself, and then starts trying to climb up a nearby wall to reach the bridge.
"Wha? Well... shoot! That one way to answer mah question! We'll have to save the rest of this awkward introduce'n ourselves fer later!" Marcon rushes to the mouth of the cave, but seeing only darkness, starts fiddling around with a pack; eventually trading handaxe for a lit a torch. "I'd 'preciate ya'll cover'n mah back. But if ya can't, I... I understand." Nervous, Marcon takes one last quiet breathe and starts marching inside with shield and torch in hand if none intercede.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Garet is able to harvest 23 pounds of meat from the dead wolf and a pelt (5 lbs.) that should fetch roughly 8 gold pieces in town based on the condition it is in.
(OOC: Garet will need to decide how he wants to transport these items keeping in mind the average backpack can hold roughly 30 pounds of gear internally.)
A narrow dry path leads into the cave on the right-hand side of the stream. Steeply sloping, stalactite-covered ceilings rise 20 to 30 feet above the cave floor. Just inside the cave mouth, Marcon finds a few uneven stone steps leading up to a small, dank chamber on the east side of the passage. This area narrows to a steep fissure at the far end, and is filled with rubbish and the stench of animals. Three animal collars lie on the floor, secured to it by short, thick chains.
Looking northward, the main passage from the cave mouth climbs steeply upward, the stream plunging and splashing down its west side. In the shadows, a side passage appears to lead westward within the cave complex.
Ronk mutters a quick, quiet "My name's Ronk - OK, yeah, let's go." and draws his sword, heading into the cave with the others.
Rigel quickly slings his bow over his shoulder so that he can then free his left hand for a dagger and his right for a hand axe. Sliding into line behind Marcon, Rigel leans forward and begins to whisper,
"Name's Rigel. To answer a few of your questions, we tracked a hand full of goblins here and thanks to a well perpetrated but ultimately futile ruse their leader Klarg does, indeed, know we are here. This smell and these remains are what's left of the guard wolves he had chained up in here. The ones he set out on us. We're facing one bugbear, Klarg, and an unknown number of goblins. Just thought you should know what you're getting into."
**This Space for Rent**
Seeing his fellows move, Garet puts chunks of meat on one edge of the pelt and rolls it. He tie is with rope and binds to his back pack like aditional bedroll
'W..wait for m..me'
(OOC: he plans to make 'dry meat' from it)
@Garet, let’s say give it 3 days to cure followed by a successful DC 12 Wisdom (Survival) check and you can convert the raw meat into 3 pounds of wolf jerky.
One pound of wolf jerky can replace one ration, which if consumed while taking a short rest, also allows you to get the maximum amount of healing on one hit die.
Marcon nodded and at one point even glanced back at the others. But his attention is always fleeting in those moments, as he inevitable jerked his head back towards the inner workings of the cave; An odd noise or perhaps paranoia getting the best of the young man. He is especially attentive to catch any more sounds of tortured screams. "So long it ain't no small army of the miscreants, I can deal wit' the goblins. Da Bugbear's me only real concern... Right terrors in the dark, or so my Ma used to say." He whispered back without looking away.
Although his gaze lingered on the rubbish pile strangely enough, he pressed ahead until realizing a bend in the cave started forming ahead along the path. "Somethin'.. hmm... no. This ain't the time to be gett'n cold feet." He mutters to himself before pushing head along the rive path, stance low and wooden shield at the ready for any sneaky little ones rushing him. But if he spots one at the edge of his torch light going forward, his first instinct will be to try and hit it with a thrown torch before rushing its position.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Ronk nods at Marcon's statement and says "Yeah, I heard that about bugbears too," with apparently no trace of irony.
The monk eases into the chamber with the empty collars and looks over the rubbish. If the wolves were hungry, they'd probably been fed only scraps. Maybe seeing what scraps were around would give a hint of how many goblins they'd be facing. "Even a few goblins can be bad. A couple almost killed me earlier... Before I punched them."
Wisdom (Survival) - 15
"I would recommend putting the torch out," Vanzaren follows Marcon into the cave. "Who knows what the goblins have set up in here. That light could be the difference between them setting off a trap or not."
Exploring the room with the collars, "Well then, I certainly didn't expect for a rag-tag group of goblins to be keeping pets," he chuckles at his own joke. He takes interest in the shadowy side tunnel and decides to start down it, quietly telling his team what he's doing before moving.
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Garet: 'I will see n.nothing w.without torch'
Marcon does not stop his progress along the river, but will whisper back in a fluster, "Traps, what -- Mn! Whatever, its fine. At least two of us bein' blind in here ain't gonna do any favors. If you're worried, just stay a bit further bit back, aight?"
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Garet 'mr. M..Maarcon are you a w..warrior? M..my father was a g..great one.. His names was g.g.Garet like me'
Ronk raises his hand. "I'm ok in the dark, if you need me to lead."
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Marcon at least stop for a moment, but refrains from look back. "... There ain't no time fer ***** foot'n 'round no more. Somebody's bein' torment, 'nd they -know- ya'll here already, meaning no good fer dem." He glances back to Garret and Ronk at least with an apologetic look about his face. "And no offense big guy. But ya still look'n bit rough... But thanks." With that out of the way, he starts up again; this time determined to stop for nothing.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
As Marcon moves purposefully deeper into the cave, his torchlight begins to reveal the path ahead. In the shadows of the ceiling to the north, he can just make out the dim shape of a rickety bridge of wood and rope crossing over the passage in front of him. It appears as though another passage intersects with this one, twenty feet above the floor.
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Marcon squints up at the bridge for a good few seconds prior to nod grimly to himself. "Psst. Ront. Take this for a second. I'mma go topside 'nd see if I can better lay of the place. Soon as I'm up there, toss my torch up, okay?" He offers the torch. But, if Ront refuses or proves reluctant, he simply nods in understand before tossing it up himself, and then starts trying to climb up a nearby wall to reach the bridge.
Athletics: 18.
When you realize you're doing too much: Signature.
Rigel moves past Marcon and Ronk, under the bridge and towards the curve.
**This Space for Rent**
Ronk takes the torch from Marcon and holds it up to give the man better lighting as he climbs.
Garet scratches his head and fallows Ronk.
With low voice: 'This m..mister warrior does not s..speak c..common? I understand o.****y f..few words"