laid back apocalypse

Ebele couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle, smiling as well.  “And they’d have fun doing it.” She’d turn her head towards the elf’s voice. “Thank you.” She’d nod, appreciating his encouragement. “But I think I’d like to help set up camp, if I could be of help.” Her smile was a bit more sheepish now. “I’d like to make up some training this evening too.” She’d add softly.

Kerric:

”Thank you,” says Kerric, nodding in her direction.  “Once camp is set up, I can share with you my weapon training, if once it gets dark you can help me learn how to fight in poor lighting conditions.”

Ebele would nod affirmatively. “I’d like that.” After a pause, “Shall we?” She’d smile, making a gesture for Kerric to lead the way on setting up camp. She’d follow along to learn, familiarizing herself with the sounds and memorizing the patterns she could find that’d give her clues to what he was preparing and how to do it.

T'chal'fronack'zcinicker looks at the camp, and Kerric and Ebele setting up, and decides a walk might be nice.  He heads up the hill, well after the others and their race.  He glances around, taking in the view, then looks down at the ground. "Who died?" 

He looks at the scuffed up ground curiously and examines it for tracks to see if he can get an idea of what happened. 4

As he's poking around at the ground, to Hawke he'd say, "You from around here? What that's tower over there?"

(With that roll) T'chal sees a couple.of interesting rocks on one of the cairns then notices that spot on his hand again

Reghys' demeanour would rapidly change upon discovering the graves. Seeing T trying to investigate them, the satyr lets up from petting the direwolf, and starts walking around the graves too.

Investigation: 6

Not realy wanting to get their nice new clothes any dirtier though, Reghys does little other than feel the earth in between their fingers and looking for a headstone.

No headstones. Completely unmarked

Hawke pads over alongside Reghys when it comes to investigating the wounds of dirt, pushing over some of the loose soil with his snout to see if he possibly knew any of the scents around the area. 

Investigation: 7

The Druid would lift his head when T’chal asks him if he knew of the tower. He turns to look and see if he remembers anything about it.

History:  7

Around the ground there are a bunch of.footprints.  broken arrows and a little further off a javelin.

The tower you vaguely remember that the griffen guards from Waterdeep go there sometimes

“Sorry for the intrusion,” Hawke starts as he creates a telepathic link between him and T’chal. Most people didn’t like it when you suddenly hear a persons voice in their head, but it was the only way he could truly communicate in this form. “I’ve only ever seen Griffen guards from Waterdeep go to that tower. I don’t fly close enough to it to get anymore information than that.” 

He then moves along side the foot prints and picks up the javelin with his maw, then drops it beside the two. “There’s footprints there, and arrows. Found this too. Not sure if it’ll help any. There was probably a fight that broke out here and these unmarked graves are the result of it.”

****waiting on you all :)

Kerric:

After he and Ebele set up camp, Kerric gets out two of his training staves and suggests, "Let's start with staff combat, if you like.  We can use these to simulate spear or sword combat as well, and their padding should keep us from taking any serious wounds.  As the light wanes, you can help me learn to fight with less reliance on my vision, though I can usually see well enough even in dim light."

Staff Combat:  representative roll:  Attack: 24 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll.

T'chal'fronack'zcinicker shrugs, "Well....someone's got to do it."  He carefully takes off his jacket, folding it nicely and placing it on some grass. Then removes his vest, placing it on his jacket. Then he undoes his tie, and removes his nice white button up shirt.  Standing now bare chested and looking rather scrawny, he begins digging up one of the graves. "Some nere'do well's have been killin folk, it's best we find out who died. Turns out there's still a lot more unauthorized evil round these parts...it's a dirty job....but someone's got...to..do it...." he uses the javelin to help dig up one of the bodies. 4

 T'chal'fronack'zcinicker unearths  one male human in a white robe with black feathers at the shoulders  cause of death appears to be a crushed skull

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Reghys finds the unearthing of the graves somewhat distasteful, but given the circumstances takes off their cream coat, and starts to unearth the second of the four graves, though definitely more gingerly than T did. YOu would also note that Reghys doesn't take of their blue tunic.

Reghys uncovers

one female human warrior dressed in a black surcoat with a red axe     appears to have been slain by arrows

Hawke watches the two begin to dig up the shallow graves, sitting down and waiting to see what they uncover. The druid gives a small glance over to the gnome he has yet introduced himself to, though decides best it wait till he wasn't a giant dog to do so. When the first body is uncovered, Hawke pads over to it, giving it a sniff, then moves away to sniff the next one. Afterwards he begins to gingerly dig up the other two remaining graves with his paws to see if they happened to have anything distinctful on them as well.

In case I also need to roll a d4: 3

the third uncovered body

one male human warrior dressed in a black cloak with strange stony armor with a grisly wound on his chest

and the last

one male dwarf dressed in artisan robes

Xalkas recognises the red axe symbol as the coat of arms for Mirabar

Ebele would nod facing Kerric's direction, accepting the staff he'd provide. Staves were something she was quite comfortable with and hoped to master, so she felt confident starting with the padded training ones. They provided the different weight and feel that the elf suggested would simulate spear or sword combat, which was one of the goals. Learning Kerric's ways of the elven warriors was a privilege and honour to her, respecting the idea that they're essentially trading 'trade secrets'. So she was attentive and listened intently, but didn't mean she wouldn't let herself have some fun. "I'll be taking away your sight completely." She'd smile softly.

Ebele would listen for the inhale and exhale of Kerric's breaths, the shuffle of his steps, the sound of the staff cutting through the air, and any other tell tale sound of his movements. She'd try her best to emulate what she heard, attempting to recreate the elf's swing.

RP Fluff roll - Performance for how well she replicates: 6

Should they spar, the monk would normally begin dodging by instinct, but at the start of this exercise she wanted to focus on parrying to judge the direction, style and impact of the strikes to get the hang of the movements. Should the opportunity arise, she'd make her attempt at a counterattack.

Staff combat representative roll: Attack: 10 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll.

T'chal'fronack'zcinicker looks at the bodies they’ve dug up. Assumes xalkas shares the info about the Mirabar symbol he scratches his head. “I’ll be back.”  He grabs his clothes, taking a moment to dust his hands off and then redresses as he heads to camp. Once there he heads over to Ebele and kerric. “We found some fresh graves up at the top with two bodies from the mirabar folks and two other bodies that we’re not sure about. Either way, you should both come take a look.”