As it enters the full expanse of the Border Wood, the trail passes through a small clearing among the taller trees before continuing uphill and out of sight. A large chest lies half-buried in the snow, apparently dropped or discarded by those who hastily passed this way. It's clear that the trail goes deep into the Border Wood and you don't see where it ends. 

Rose is able to finally breathe when she sees the last of the zombie's being disposed of quite easily by her compatriots. With a heavy sigh, she gets up from her place on the ground and wipes off whatever snow might have stuck itself onto her as a result of her tumble... then gives a swift kick to the nearest zombie corpse for good measure! "T-that takes care of that. Is everyone alri--" She gets out before turning to look to the others to assess any wounds they might have earned during the fight, only to stop when she sees Zaf spread his wings and fly off. "Ooh..."

“Ooh, hello, what have we here?” Jasun mused as he spotted the chest in the snow. “Curiosity is getting the better of me, a little lookie loo wont hurt right?” 

Jasun crouched down and opened it, secretly hoping that it wasnt trapped or like..a mimic..or something. Please please please not in front of the wizards.

As Jasun opens the chest, a log comes crashing down at him!

Attack: 17 Damage: 8

Jirel too will watch Zaf take flight to the skies, lingering for a moment while she watched with Rose. Tilting her head as if she heard something, she'd look to the firblog, "Did you hear that?" The goliath will turn around, pausing at the sight of Jasun crushed under a log. "We have a problem." Jirel will sigh and put her axe away as she approaches the sun of Halifax. "Let's take care of him..." Jirel will lift the log off Jasun and heave it to the side.

When Jirel questions her, Rose gives her a tilt of the head, then follows her eyes at the sight of the caster underneath a log. "Oh dear--!" The firbolg rushes over just as Jirel easily moves the log with little to no issue, the cleric kneeling down beside Jasun. "A-ah, wow, okay... Stay still, please... This is gonna hurt for just a second..." Rose warns as she gently places her hands on Jasun, her hands soon glowing a pale pink.

Cure Wounds, healing log boi 6 hp.

Inside the chest, you find  five sets of leather armor, three sets of studded leather armor, a  chain shirt, two wooden shields, seven longswords, two spears, a dagger, and three light crossbows with a total of 25 bolts. 

"Oo!" Jasun said as the chest opened. "Look at all th-" he began to say, then heard a noise.

SMASH

Near death, Jasun wearily began to sing a jingle he'd heard years ago, pinned down. "It's log, it's log, it's big it's heavy it's wood. It's log, it's log it's better than bad it's good..ow.." 

Then he felt the log being lifted off of him, the pain of his innards and bones shifting felt wonderful, and then everything was better after a few more moments. He blinked and looked up to see Jirel and the bear. "Thank you, Rose, for that skillful heal. Much appreciated - I prefer to think I will, one day, have a more glorious death than one by tree." he smiled sitting up on his elbows. "And thank you, my dear.." he said to Jirel, "For the adept log lift. Your strength is most impressive, might I commend you. Truly, I am glad to have you two as friends. I believe my coat will have to be dry cleaned, now. I am hoping the contents of the chest are worth the effort."

He got up, finally, and dusted himself off again, taking a moment to take a surprised glance to see the indentation of himself in the ground after the log smashed him.

Sera sighs as Jasun opens the chest and gets smushed. Once all that is dealt with and the warlock is healed, she gives the stuff in the chest a cursory glance before sighing. "Well, as exciting as that was, can we grab anything we want from the chest and keep going?"

Jasun picks up a longsword and a studded leather. Might as well, since he nearly DIED for it.

The goliath will give Rose a respectful bow of her head, recognizing her skills to mend wounds. It was a pleasure to watch her use it almost effortlessly. Jirel's awed would be interrupted by her heart leaping at Jasun's flattery. She'd lean in to inspect him, admiring Rose's repair job, guilty of sniffing him while she was closer. A small huff would leave her nose. He smelled better when smacked around by nature.

Jirel would loom over Jasun as he rummaged through the chest. She'd let out sounds of discontent. "No axes..." She'll mutter as she reaches around him for the wooden shield. The blonde will inspect it closer, turning it around a couple times before finally making a face as if she's accepted it for a purpose. "Minimum, could use it as a dinner plate." Jirel will shrug as she steps away with it.

Jasun watched Jirel look at the shield, an amused look on his face. He took a moment to smile playfully at the camera before following her and joining the others, curious, however, to know just how much Jirel could eat, and how she packed it away so tightly.

He sniffed a few times at himself, wondering why Jirel did so with him, and noticed he did indeed smell like nature. He was ok with it.

Zaf just could not help himself. With it having been so long since he stretched his wings, the aarakocra spent perhaps longer in the air than he should've been, and even less attention to the goings-on groundward even given the crash of a log falling down. So, he eventually alighted back on the ground, having scooped up the discarded cloak in passing, before alighting near the rest with a smile in his eyes and chipperness to his step.

"Now that was rather exhilarating." He said, still speaking softly despite the enthusiasm. "Hehe. I couldn't find whre the trail ends. Or at least, I daren't not get to far from you all, least bandits or the Wintertouched clip my wings. But, it looks as if we may have a bit of a hill to climb soo--oh what's this? You found a chest?" A few short hops carries the owl man on over to look inside. "Arms and armor. What a hull! Curious the bandits would leave such a thing behind. Then again, there's probably not many left after the guards were through with them." A few sagely nods is accompanied by his at least picking up the studded leather.

But after realizing trying to adjust them for the wings might be next to impossible, the armor is discarded back in the chest. "We should return these to town when we head back for a possible reward. For now, shall we continue on the trail?"

”A chest indeed my feathered friend.” Jasun smiled. “You missed a smashing good time as I opened it, too, but the loot is ours.”

Area C:

The snow becomes increasingly deep in this part of the forest, where a windswept gully carves a path through a tree-covered ridge. A soft cascade of snow falls from an overhead branch, hissing softly as it strikes the ground. 

Everyone make a DC16 Perception check.

Perception: 13

Goliath Perception: 12 

"Yes. Ours to return to the Lady Argentenia, if it should be hers." Zaf chirped happily as they carried on down the trail.

Perception: 9.

"Uh." Jasun said. "Yes. To uh. Return. Of course." 

Perception: 21

Great T'vauz Jirel's an impressive specimen. Oh, right. The snow.

Rose: 18

Those of you who rolled above a 15 are able to notice that carefully hidden in the snow, there is a white scaled lizard that is at least six feet in length, with two arms, and a gaping maw filled with sharp teeth. Because you successfully noticed it, it does not get a surprise round.

Tatzylwyrm: 11
Rose: 2