The day passes uneasily. The wind gusts from the north, driving squalls of rain, and you can't escape the nagging sensation that you aren't alone on these hills. Around noon, you pass what looks like the bloody remains of a deer, flesh stripped from the bones that are scattered and broken, surrounded by scraps of hide.
Six rides quietly, looking around at the sights; though he keeps his instrument stowed away, he hums softly, almost a purr with rhythm, as they ride on.
Ashanti- you examine the remains, searching for clues about the creatures that attacked it. You can tell from the toothmarks it was big, and some of the bones appear to be bitten clean through.
Sinsil- As you head along the trail, about mid-afternoon you spot a hilltop that might serve as defensible. One side is a sheer drop of about 30 feet, with the other tangled in thorny shrubs.
Alkyn stands in the stirrups, and scans the area, then covers his eyes to look closely at the hill. "Looks safer than most, but I would prefer a little more shelter..."
He looks up and down the road, "If we have a fire, it will be seen for miles around. probably worth investigating, though."
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Alkyn glances at Tristan, "Just some howling...creepy howling..."
"Like, wolf creepy or... Creepy creepy?" Sinsil says while she watches her unseen servant clean up
"Well....animals yipping, and then -- this is going to sound silly -- it sounded like they were laughing, not in a friendly way."
" No clue."
"I haven't spent enough time inland to know what wanders around here."
"Strange," Six agrees, shaking his head. "Well, we are leaving this place, so hopefully we will leave it's laughing animals behind."
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"It sure is strange. Are we going to keep explorin', or carry on with our trek?"
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Alkyn looks back at the hidden safe-house and cache, staring, and says, "Moving on would be the wisest course..."
He keeps staring.
"I want to spend AS LITTLE time on the road as possible, let's go" Sinsil saddles up.
Alkyn nods, and turns to saddle his own horse. As he does so, he looks around, taking note of landmarks.
"Off to find the wizard, who is probably already dead." He sings dryly "But optimism never hurt anybody but the pessimist"
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
You hit the road bright and early, eager to make it to civilisation. Can somebody roll me 3d12?
DM- Chronicles of Wildemount Campaign.
15
(wow the dice roller just despises me, doesn't it)
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(It's saving all the crits for smiting)
The day passes uneasily. The wind gusts from the north, driving squalls of rain, and you can't escape the nagging sensation that you aren't alone on these hills. Around noon, you pass what looks like the bloody remains of a deer, flesh stripped from the bones that are scattered and broken, surrounded by scraps of hide.
DM- Chronicles of Wildemount Campaign.
Ashanti regarded the dear as they passed, " Well.....perhaps your friends from last night found a playmate."
" We should keep a close watch on the horses if we need to overnight again."
She gave the carcass a quick check to see if she could determine anything about the predators a she passed.
Survival: 7
Nature: 11
"Yes. Even if we stop early for the day, a good site might be important tonight. Keep an eye out..."
Six rides quietly, looking around at the sights; though he keeps his instrument stowed away, he hums softly, almost a purr with rhythm, as they ride on.
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(mobile) Sinsil lays her rod across her lap. She keeps an eye out for a defensible position.
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Ashanti- you examine the remains, searching for clues about the creatures that attacked it. You can tell from the toothmarks it was big, and some of the bones appear to be bitten clean through.
Sinsil- As you head along the trail, about mid-afternoon you spot a hilltop that might serve as defensible. One side is a sheer drop of about 30 feet, with the other tangled in thorny shrubs.
DM- Chronicles of Wildemount Campaign.
(mobile) "There, what do you think? We could hold out there against assault." Sinsil says pointing at the hilltop.
Alkyn stands in the stirrups, and scans the area, then covers his eyes to look closely at the hill. "Looks safer than most, but I would prefer a little more shelter..."
He looks up and down the road, "If we have a fire, it will be seen for miles around. probably worth investigating, though."