Noting Tomora leading with Aster second in marching order, Serwa asks Xianon, "Do you want to take the rear to listen for anyone coming at us from our backs? Or have me take up the rear so they walk into me?" She strokes the shaft of the halberd while saying this comment. "We could play knives, parchment, stone, for it. Or I could just walk in back, whatever."
Regardless of the marching order, once they set off, Serwa does what she can to keep an eye open for Goblin lookouts, but quickly falls back into her normal patterns, pointing out any dead animals she sees in or along the path, and announcing, "Dead squirrel, one point," etc.She has never explained the rules of this particular game or who she is keeping score against, nor has she invited anyone else to participate.
As Aster nudges Xianon's bedroll, it flops open, the lumps revealed as nothing but lumps. A moment later the wood-elf himself emerges from just beyond the treeline, unaware of what has transpired. With a familiar slight smile he returns to the campsite and washes his hands. He, at least, is not groggy at all. "Well, let's get packed and ready to go. We have a dwarf to rescue." With that he starts rolling up his bedding.
"I don't know how you can be so 'chipper' first thing in the morning. It isn't natural," Serwa says. "Are you walking in back, or sandwiched between me and Aster, Xianon?"
As they travel, unless someone calls for caution or silence, Serwa quietly sings another morbid song, this one with less social commentary than last night's song about wealth and an unfulfilled life. Those near her in the walking order might get the gist of the song, another strange, mournful song about death, this one a bit more tuneless, likely impromptu. "We all have bones / I didn't wan'na see yours, no / there's so many skulls / which one do I love, now? I am I kissin' my love / or kissin' a stranger/ which skull did I loooove?"
Crouching as he works on his bedroll, the wood elf looks up at Astor with a slightly puzzled expression on his face. "Right...that's what I just said." He finishes lashing the bedroll to his pack and rises. "I'm all set Does anyone need a hand?"
Serwa declines any help from Xianon - she had grudgingly gathered her things during her "zombie Serwa" phase of the morning, where she put on her chainmail backwards before noticing the emblem of Kelemvor missing and corrected the snafu.
The party begins to move forward along the trail, lead by Tomora. With your nature check, you successfully keep track of the trail easily enough. After a while of walking, you begin to walk astride a river, in which you find some clay Aster. Serwa, as you are singing and playing your game, you don’t seem to see very many dead animals around. Xianon, are you taking 3rd or 4th in marching order, and what are you doing during travel?
Xianon will take rearguard, keeping watch and enjoying the scenery. His training helps him to be mindful rather than letting his mind wander, but he hopes the clouds will clear before moonrise.
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Xianon’s Perception check: 24
Xianon, after about 45ish minutes, you notice something seems off ahead of you. A few feet ahead of where Tomora is standing, you see that the ground ahead appears to be leaves and sticks jumbled together atop of tarp, and you instantly recognize it as a (poorly put together) pitfall trap.
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Xianon Lathalas
"Hold!" the monk calls abruptly, making his way to the front. "Do you see that?" He points to the trap. Whether the others see what he means or not, he edges around it to find a rock large enough to spring the trap. (Athletics check: 6, but I'll RP it closer) Small and slight, Xianon can't quite lift the large stone, but manages to roll it onto the edge of the tarp. It doesn't pull the whole tarp down, but tugs it enough as it slides into the hole that the trap becomes much more obvious. A bit blown, the elf wipes his hands on his trousers and says, "Okay, let's keep going."
Serwa slow claps. “Nice one. I probably would have walked right into that. Did they put spikes at the bottom? It doesn’t seem like a real pit trap without spikes at the bottom.”
As she goes to peer over the edge and take a look to verify the presence or absence of spikes, she says, “Seriously, thanks, Xianon. That would have been an embarrassing way to die. If I ever go that way, make up something else.”
"Well, I'm sure glad you have such keen eyes, Xianon..." Tomora says looking a little embarrassed "elsewise you'd be haulin me out of that pit...or burying me in it." She looks at Xianon with a shy smile "I owe you one, to be sure."
"Feel free to ask for help with the rock lifting next time, by the way," Serwa adds well after it is too late to help. "Breaking your own foot by dropping a big rock on it might be more embarrassing than walking into a pit trap."
„Not gonna lie, those are the reason i dont want to take the front.“ say aster while pointing at the trap. „But broken foot or bludgeoning from pit trap, both can be healed“
Serwa, you don’t see any spikes on the bottom of the trap. It’s just a small, 10 ft. deep pit trap.
After successfully dodging the trap, the group continues onward and soon comes to a small clearing in the forest. You see ahead a large cave in a hillside, about 8 miles from the scene of the ambush. You are on the left side of a shallow stream flowing out of the cave mouth, which is screened by dense briar thickets. A narrow dry path leads into the cave on the right-hand side of the stream.
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"Sure looks that way..." Tomora says in a hushed tone. She equips her shield and begin to move closer to the cave entrance, staying close to the briars. She will be listening for any sounds coming from the cave. Perception: 7
Noting Tomora leading with Aster second in marching order, Serwa asks Xianon, "Do you want to take the rear to listen for anyone coming at us from our backs? Or have me take up the rear so they walk into me?" She strokes the shaft of the halberd while saying this comment. "We could play knives, parchment, stone, for it. Or I could just walk in back, whatever."
Regardless of the marching order, once they set off, Serwa does what she can to keep an eye open for Goblin lookouts, but quickly falls back into her normal patterns, pointing out any dead animals she sees in or along the path, and announcing, "Dead squirrel, one point," etc. She has never explained the rules of this particular game or who she is keeping score against, nor has she invited anyone else to participate.
Xianon Lathalas
As Aster nudges Xianon's bedroll, it flops open, the lumps revealed as nothing but lumps. A moment later the wood-elf himself emerges from just beyond the treeline, unaware of what has transpired. With a familiar slight smile he returns to the campsite and washes his hands. He, at least, is not groggy at all. "Well, let's get packed and ready to go. We have a dwarf to rescue." With that he starts rolling up his bedding.
„Yeah, thats what... i just said that. We have a dwarf...he has to be rescued.“
Olloray Dim - Limbo's Pit
Gunther Korroden - Nightmares in the Mist
"I don't know how you can be so 'chipper' first thing in the morning. It isn't natural," Serwa says. "Are you walking in back, or sandwiched between me and Aster, Xianon?"
As they travel, unless someone calls for caution or silence, Serwa quietly sings another morbid song, this one with less social commentary than last night's song about wealth and an unfulfilled life. Those near her in the walking order might get the gist of the song, another strange, mournful song about death, this one a bit more tuneless, likely impromptu. "We all have bones / I didn't wan'na see yours, no / there's so many skulls / which one do I love, now? I am I kissin' my love / or kissin' a stranger/ which skull did I loooove?"
Xianon Lathalas
Crouching as he works on his bedroll, the wood elf looks up at Astor with a slightly puzzled expression on his face. "Right...that's what I just said." He finishes lashing the bedroll to his pack and rises. "I'm all set Does anyone need a hand?"
Serwa declines any help from Xianon - she had grudgingly gathered her things during her "zombie Serwa" phase of the morning, where she put on her chainmail backwards before noticing the emblem of Kelemvor missing and corrected the snafu.
The party begins to move forward along the trail, lead by Tomora. With your nature check, you successfully keep track of the trail easily enough. After a while of walking, you begin to walk astride a river, in which you find some clay Aster. Serwa, as you are singing and playing your game, you don’t seem to see very many dead animals around. Xianon, are you taking 3rd or 4th in marching order, and what are you doing during travel?
Xianon will take rearguard, keeping watch and enjoying the scenery. His training helps him to be mindful rather than letting his mind wander, but he hopes the clouds will clear before moonrise.
Xianon’s Perception check: 24
Xianon, after about 45ish minutes, you notice something seems off ahead of you. A few feet ahead of where Tomora is standing, you see that the ground ahead appears to be leaves and sticks jumbled together atop of tarp, and you instantly recognize it as a (poorly put together) pitfall trap.
Xianon Lathalas
"Hold!" the monk calls abruptly, making his way to the front. "Do you see that?" He points to the trap. Whether the others see what he means or not, he edges around it to find a rock large enough to spring the trap. (Athletics check: 6, but I'll RP it closer) Small and slight, Xianon can't quite lift the large stone, but manages to roll it onto the edge of the tarp. It doesn't pull the whole tarp down, but tugs it enough as it slides into the hole that the trap becomes much more obvious. A bit blown, the elf wipes his hands on his trousers and says, "Okay, let's keep going."
Serwa slow claps. “Nice one. I probably would have walked right into that. Did they put spikes at the bottom? It doesn’t seem like a real pit trap without spikes at the bottom.”
As she goes to peer over the edge and take a look to verify the presence or absence of spikes, she says, “Seriously, thanks, Xianon. That would have been an embarrassing way to die. If I ever go that way, make up something else.”
"Well, I'm sure glad you have such keen eyes, Xianon..." Tomora says looking a little embarrassed "elsewise you'd be haulin me out of that pit...or burying me in it." She looks at Xianon with a shy smile "I owe you one, to be sure."
"Feel free to ask for help with the rock lifting next time, by the way," Serwa adds well after it is too late to help. "Breaking your own foot by dropping a big rock on it might be more embarrassing than walking into a pit trap."
„Not gonna lie, those are the reason i dont want to take the front.“ say aster while pointing at the trap. „But broken foot or bludgeoning from pit trap, both can be healed“
Olloray Dim - Limbo's Pit
Gunther Korroden - Nightmares in the Mist
Serwa, you don’t see any spikes on the bottom of the trap. It’s just a small, 10 ft. deep pit trap.
After successfully dodging the trap, the group continues onward and soon comes to a small clearing in the forest. You see ahead a large cave in a hillside, about 8 miles from the scene of the ambush. You are on the left side of a shallow stream flowing out of the cave mouth, which is screened by dense briar thickets. A narrow dry path leads into the cave on the right-hand side of the stream.
ooc: i assume that a square is 5ft?
Olloray Dim - Limbo's Pit
Gunther Korroden - Nightmares in the Mist
Serwa points towards the cave. “I assume that’s where the tracks lead?”
(Yes, each square is 5 ft.)
Yes, the trails seems to lead through the river and then into the cave
"Sure looks that way..." Tomora says in a hushed tone. She equips her shield and begin to move closer to the cave entrance, staying close to the briars. She will be listening for any sounds coming from the cave. Perception: 7
"i think so. unfortunatly. I have never liked caves. What is the plan? do we charge in or try to do it silently?"
Olloray Dim - Limbo's Pit
Gunther Korroden - Nightmares in the Mist