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Mia takes a deep breath, fuels her body with fresh oxygen. Her mouth stops chattering and makes an energetic smile. "See? If you don't give up, you'll find the way soon or later. Be careful guys. The horse neighing means someone joined the two" The little Elf is all her long ears to hear if there is something other than a horse crying.
"The haphazard trail could also mean a trap.. if we're lucky they're resting...We need to gauge the situation but getting closer will be harder to talk. So we should decide now-Are we trying to talk to them, trying to capture them.. or are we winging it?" Red asks of the group. As they need to move with a unified intention so they act towards a goal when evariably chaos happens as so often has in the last day or so. Red blocks some of the waning light and the wind offering small warmth for Mia whose eyes and ears are stronger than his own.
(Red gives Mia Advantage on that Percption role via Help Action. Which removes her disadvantage giving her the higher of the roll attempt)
"You were right," nodded Mihris to Mia, "perseverance always pays up. And I agree that we need to see before deciding to do anything. I do not suppose the horses were climbing up here, so the path has to be smooth enough. The question is where the path leads - in both direction. Though, that can wait. For now someone more stealthy than me might want to scout ahead and check what is up ahead."
At first, Mialee checks the ground and sees confusing tracks involving strange narrow lines and partial shapes of horseshoes without making much out of it, but as Red approaches and blocks the mountain wind and the waning light, her elven eyes blink several times and finally make some sense out of that situation, a chase! The narrow lines clearly are the grooves of wagon wheels over the snow, but rushed to a mad speed and sliding around in the ice at times and when rounding corners, the horseshoes also attest to that, bearing a great distance between each print and treading over snow and rock alike instead of seeking a safer path at a slower pace. The scene the elf initially had trouble piecing together now becomes whole in her eyes, it seems a chase happened in this narrow mountain trail you now stand, one initially involving two wagons being carried by two horses each, and another horse coming at the side of the wagon at the front. The pair of humanoid footprints seem to do almost the same you're doing now, they come up from the cliff, stop to analyze the tracks you're looking at, then rush towards the east, following the chasing tracks.
Aside from the rushing water sound of some creek nearby, the crying horse echoing through the wind, you are barely able to hear the distant bleating of goats and the slow and lazy clacks of their hooves beating on rocks at times, all of it hidden behind the curtain of fog around you.
"See anything interesting?" Vanys asks as Mia is looking at the tracks. Vanys then glances at Mihris, "I can be quiet if you want me to look ahead. Although I think sticking together until we are sure we are approaching the people we are tracking, would be best."
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“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
"Oh, I would much prefer for us to stay together, but if we need a silent approach, I am afraid my presence would only give us away." Though, judging by the sounds, they could march with the drums and it would not attract much attention of those fighting down there.
"Many thanks Red. I feel much better now. Honestly I'm almost starting to regret leaving my ear muffs at home. They are mom's hand made and have two bunny ears on them! It felt childish at that time but… !?" Mia looks close to the tracks that her nose almost touches the ground. She squints, sniffs, growls then suddenly raises her face. "…I understand! It's a chase!"
Mia explains to her friends what she has just found as detailed and simple as possible. "Of course we don't need to split. Stealth isn't our priority anymore. Let's hurry. Something is happening and we must catch up on the event!"
"I'd still suggest slight distances or two smaller groups; couple of feet. We can better respond to oddities." Red suggests as they shake off some of the wind swept snow and prepare to head forward. "Then maybe they are stealing the carriage, or the reverse." Red prepares his tools, making sure his vials aren't frozen onto his gear, wraping a cloth around his weapon as a measure against frostbite later. A battle is likely to ensue, as one is already occurring.
Vanys dashes quickly behind Red, Mia, and Mihris. As he runs, he lets the arcane energy that he harnesses within his body run free for just a moment as a crackle of shadowy energy appears between his fingertips. Certain that his magics still work, Vanys steps boldly behind the others as they pursue this chase.
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“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
Your group sprints over towards the strange sounds, Mialee continues to see the tracks on their path as they go, and they continue to tell their story. The grooves of the wagon wheels slide from one side to another as they speed, the width between the horseshoes between them showing their haste, the additional horse not carrying a wagon seems to be ahead of the chase at all times. You move some hundreds of feet until the shape forms ahead of you, the patch of flat terrain you've been treading gives way to a 20 ft. wide crevasse from which the sound of rushing water comes, a snow-covered natural bridge spans the gap pointing directly at a cave entrance on a rocky hill further ahead.
To your side, before the creek, some of the tracks end up in a large bank of snow, against which a tilted wagon leans, one of the horses who was carrying it is now awkwardly hanging in the air by its harnesses while the other stands on the snow bank to its side. The hanging horse and fidgets against its harnesses trying to get free and neighs in doing so, but he is barely audible against the other neighing coming from down into the gap, the sound of a horse in clear distress breaks over the rushing of the creek itself.
Mihris gasped and dashed toward the wagon. "May be if we all help that horse can pull the one hanging and the wagon too. But we will have to cut the straps of the one that already fell."All of this she was yelling on the run and once closer to the wagon tried to assess if her plan is possible.
(OOC: There are three horses? One in the crevasse, one hanging/stuck in the straps, and one that is standing to the side?)
Vanys rushes forward with Mihris and tries to determine what happened here. "How on Earth did this happen?" While the others are formulating a plan to free the horses, Vanys looks for any signs of an attack or anything that may explain how the horses ended up in their predicament. Once the others have a solution, of course, Vanys will assist in any way that he can.
(This is how I understood too - three horses, one on the side, one is in the air, and another deep down)
"No time to question! Push the wagon, pull that horse and cut down the one that is already down - at least we will save these two!" Mihris would to it herself, but with a kitchen knife - the only sharp cutting object she had on herself - that was quite a daunting task and they did not have much time now.
Over the stretch leading up to the scene, Mialee continues to follow the tracks, it seems the chase somewhat ended here, with added footprints probably having abandoned one of the wagons while still rushing on ahead—the grooves of the wagon wheels visible up until the ledge of the river crevasse, what probably resulted in the horse neighing down below—and headed towards the natural bridge and to the cave entrance ahead. Although still stuck to a large snow mound, the visible wagon seems to have suffered the better fate.
Vanys puzzledly approaches and tries to make something out of the dire situation, but aside from spotting the obvious along with loose rocks and some broken arrows around, fails to objectify something out of the chaos aside from the obvious fact that it is the end point of the chase the group has been tracking. However, as he and Mihris approaches the wagon and the crevasse, they finally see the ill-fated wagon down below, the bulk of its wooden structure mostly broken apart and still weighing over the horses that carried it, one helplessly flailing against it in hopes of freeing itself, the other almost invisible under the wagon, inert and with a trail of blood flowing downriver coming from it.
With some effort and a trusty knife, Mihris eventually struggles at the tightened reins holding it aloft and cuts them off, the creature eventually falls on their hooves and fidgets at the burns caused by the straps and trots shaking it off. The second horse of this wagon is only stuck leaning awkwardly against the large snow mound, and the tiefling has an easier time freeing it.
(OOC: There are three horses? One in the crevasse, one hanging/stuck in the straps, and one that is standing to the side?)
((Yes, there were three described, though now you can see all four. One was hanging by its straps on the visible wagon, the second leaning awkwardly against the snow mound, both freed by Mihris. The third is neighing and flailing while partially buried under the bulk of the broken wagon down in the river crevasse, the fourth is completely under the wagon and seems unconscious and bleeding.))
(I might've missed it. but how deep is the gap? The horse thats crushed and bleeding is probably unsavable. But the partlial one might be able to be rescued if its not broken limbed. Regardless Red wants to check the wagon remnancts.)
Red peers down the gap, and ponders how to get down . "Keep an eye out, this would make a fine ambush if they know we're following.. Looks like they didn't realize the snow pack wasn't a trail, and was a hole instead. Looks solid from snow pile up. Isn't. But I'm not one to leave something suffering a slow death. I want to see if the buried one can be saved, and help the other pass on if its beyond help. But we should make sure there aren't any other people in the wreckage too."
(I might've missed it. but how deep is the gap? The horse thats crushed and bleeding is probably unsavable. But the partlial one might be able to be rescued if its not broken limbed. Regardless Red wants to check the wagon remnancts.)
The crevasse is 10 ft. deep and 10 ft. wide, the cold creek water at the bottom seems to vary in depth from 1 to 5 ft., the current seems weak.
As if breaking the surface of deep dark water, Mia snapped back to reality when she broke her concentration. Suddenly the suffering horses come to her sight ,and their voice nearly knocks off her feet. "Mela…Sweetnut…no! Oh on!" Mia runs up to poor animals as she calls their name. She was taking care of all the horses of the caravan. She remembers their look, knows their name, and even what kind of food they liked. For the little druid, the horses are her friends just like humans. Mia nods to Red and says. "Yes…Miri,Van, Lend me hand. I must help them. "
(OOC:DM, I make the name for those horses. If you don't like them I will edit. By the way, how bad the buried one was injured. Did it break it's legs?)
Upon approaching the horses nearby, having already taken care of the beasts before, Mialee is able to recognize them, they're the pair of draft horses that were carrying the last wagon of the caravan, the one belonging to the reserved human couple, Redd and Gaoch, that were sent off from the caravan in the waystone trial, other than some minor burns caused by the chafing of the harnesses, they seem unharmed (though the one who was hanging from the straps seems a bit irritated).
As for the other horses down the creek, the druid would have to climb down into the creek and take a closer look to properly analyze them (though it's obvious that staying for much longer inside freezing temperature waters and under the weigh of a broken wagon can't be any good for them), taking from what she can see from up here and the other evidence around, they seem to be the ones who were carrying the wagon of her friends Gerard and Ionna, and the visible horse seems somewhat hurt while the other under the bulk of the wagon seems unconscious and bleeding. The rocky walls of the crevasse slope diagonally enough for it to be an easy climb down.
Mia takes a deep breath, fuels her body with fresh oxygen. Her mouth stops chattering and makes an energetic smile. "See? If you don't give up, you'll find the way soon or later. Be careful guys. The horse neighing means someone joined the two" The little Elf is all her long ears to hear if there is something other than a horse crying.
Perception:12
"The haphazard trail could also mean a trap.. if we're lucky they're resting...We need to gauge the situation but getting closer will be harder to talk. So we should decide now-Are we trying to talk to them, trying to capture them.. or are we winging it?" Red asks of the group. As they need to move with a unified intention so they act towards a goal when evariably chaos happens as so often has in the last day or so. Red blocks some of the waning light and the wind offering small warmth for Mia whose eyes and ears are stronger than his own.
(Red gives Mia Advantage on that Percption role via Help Action. Which removes her disadvantage giving her the higher of the roll attempt)
"You were right," nodded Mihris to Mia, "perseverance always pays up. And I agree that we need to see before deciding to do anything. I do not suppose the horses were climbing up here, so the path has to be smooth enough. The question is where the path leads - in both direction. Though, that can wait. For now someone more stealthy than me might want to scout ahead and check what is up ahead."
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At first, Mialee checks the ground and sees confusing tracks involving strange narrow lines and partial shapes of horseshoes without making much out of it, but as Red approaches and blocks the mountain wind and the waning light, her elven eyes blink several times and finally make some sense out of that situation, a chase! The narrow lines clearly are the grooves of wagon wheels over the snow, but rushed to a mad speed and sliding around in the ice at times and when rounding corners, the horseshoes also attest to that, bearing a great distance between each print and treading over snow and rock alike instead of seeking a safer path at a slower pace. The scene the elf initially had trouble piecing together now becomes whole in her eyes, it seems a chase happened in this narrow mountain trail you now stand, one initially involving two wagons being carried by two horses each, and another horse coming at the side of the wagon at the front. The pair of humanoid footprints seem to do almost the same you're doing now, they come up from the cliff, stop to analyze the tracks you're looking at, then rush towards the east, following the chasing tracks.
Aside from the rushing water sound of some creek nearby, the crying horse echoing through the wind, you are barely able to hear the distant bleating of goats and the slow and lazy clacks of their hooves beating on rocks at times, all of it hidden behind the curtain of fog around you.
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"See anything interesting?" Vanys asks as Mia is looking at the tracks. Vanys then glances at Mihris, "I can be quiet if you want me to look ahead. Although I think sticking together until we are sure we are approaching the people we are tracking, would be best."
“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
"Oh, I would much prefer for us to stay together, but if we need a silent approach, I am afraid my presence would only give us away." Though, judging by the sounds, they could march with the drums and it would not attract much attention of those fighting down there.
Meili Liang Lvl 5 Monk
Dice
"Many thanks Red. I feel much better now. Honestly I'm almost starting to regret leaving my ear muffs at home. They are mom's hand made and have two bunny ears on them! It felt childish at that time but… !?" Mia looks close to the tracks that her nose almost touches the ground. She squints, sniffs, growls then suddenly raises her face. "…I understand! It's a chase!"
Mia explains to her friends what she has just found as detailed and simple as possible. "Of course we don't need to split. Stealth isn't our priority anymore. Let's hurry. Something is happening and we must catch up on the event!"
"I'd still suggest slight distances or two smaller groups; couple of feet. We can better respond to oddities." Red suggests as they shake off some of the wind swept snow and prepare to head forward. "Then maybe they are stealing the carriage, or the reverse." Red prepares his tools, making sure his vials aren't frozen onto his gear, wraping a cloth around his weapon as a measure against frostbite later. A battle is likely to ensue, as one is already occurring.
The moment group decides to run, Mihris will do so - with a relief too knowing they are all going together.
Meili Liang Lvl 5 Monk
Dice
Vanys dashes quickly behind Red, Mia, and Mihris. As he runs, he lets the arcane energy that he harnesses within his body run free for just a moment as a crackle of shadowy energy appears between his fingertips. Certain that his magics still work, Vanys steps boldly behind the others as they pursue this chase.
“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
Your group sprints over towards the strange sounds, Mialee continues to see the tracks on their path as they go, and they continue to tell their story. The grooves of the wagon wheels slide from one side to another as they speed, the width between the horseshoes between them showing their haste, the additional horse not carrying a wagon seems to be ahead of the chase at all times. You move some hundreds of feet until the shape forms ahead of you, the patch of flat terrain you've been treading gives way to a 20 ft. wide crevasse from which the sound of rushing water comes, a snow-covered natural bridge spans the gap pointing directly at a cave entrance on a rocky hill further ahead.
To your side, before the creek, some of the tracks end up in a large bank of snow, against which a tilted wagon leans, one of the horses who was carrying it is now awkwardly hanging in the air by its harnesses while the other stands on the snow bank to its side. The hanging horse and fidgets against its harnesses trying to get free and neighs in doing so, but he is barely audible against the other neighing coming from down into the gap, the sound of a horse in clear distress breaks over the rushing of the creek itself.
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Mihris gasped and dashed toward the wagon. "May be if we all help that horse can pull the one hanging and the wagon too. But we will have to cut the straps of the one that already fell." All of this she was yelling on the run and once closer to the wagon tried to assess if her plan is possible.
Meili Liang Lvl 5 Monk
Dice
(OOC: There are three horses? One in the crevasse, one hanging/stuck in the straps, and one that is standing to the side?)
Vanys rushes forward with Mihris and tries to determine what happened here. "How on Earth did this happen?" While the others are formulating a plan to free the horses, Vanys looks for any signs of an attack or anything that may explain how the horses ended up in their predicament. Once the others have a solution, of course, Vanys will assist in any way that he can.
Investigation: 14
“The mark of a successful DM is when you have caused more player deaths with doors than dragons, demons, or devils.”
(This is how I understood too - three horses, one on the side, one is in the air, and another deep down)
"No time to question! Push the wagon, pull that horse and cut down the one that is already down - at least we will save these two!" Mihris would to it herself, but with a kitchen knife - the only sharp cutting object she had on herself - that was quite a daunting task and they did not have much time now.
Meili Liang Lvl 5 Monk
Dice
Over the stretch leading up to the scene, Mialee continues to follow the tracks, it seems the chase somewhat ended here, with added footprints probably having abandoned one of the wagons while still rushing on ahead—the grooves of the wagon wheels visible up until the ledge of the river crevasse, what probably resulted in the horse neighing down below—and headed towards the natural bridge and to the cave entrance ahead. Although still stuck to a large snow mound, the visible wagon seems to have suffered the better fate.
Vanys puzzledly approaches and tries to make something out of the dire situation, but aside from spotting the obvious along with loose rocks and some broken arrows around, fails to objectify something out of the chaos aside from the obvious fact that it is the end point of the chase the group has been tracking. However, as he and Mihris approaches the wagon and the crevasse, they finally see the ill-fated wagon down below, the bulk of its wooden structure mostly broken apart and still weighing over the horses that carried it, one helplessly flailing against it in hopes of freeing itself, the other almost invisible under the wagon, inert and with a trail of blood flowing downriver coming from it.
With some effort and a trusty knife, Mihris eventually struggles at the tightened reins holding it aloft and cuts them off, the creature eventually falls on their hooves and fidgets at the burns caused by the straps and trots shaking it off. The second horse of this wagon is only stuck leaning awkwardly against the large snow mound, and the tiefling has an easier time freeing it.
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((Yes, there were three described, though now you can see all four. One was hanging by its straps on the visible wagon, the second leaning awkwardly against the snow mound, both freed by Mihris. The third is neighing and flailing while partially buried under the bulk of the broken wagon down in the river crevasse, the fourth is completely under the wagon and seems unconscious and bleeding.))
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(I might've missed it. but how deep is the gap? The horse thats crushed and bleeding is probably unsavable. But the partlial one might be able to be rescued if its not broken limbed. Regardless Red wants to check the wagon remnancts.)
Red peers down the gap, and ponders how to get down . "Keep an eye out, this would make a fine ambush if they know we're following.. Looks like they didn't realize the snow pack wasn't a trail, and was a hole instead. Looks solid from snow pile up. Isn't. But I'm not one to leave something suffering a slow death. I want to see if the buried one can be saved, and help the other pass on if its beyond help. But we should make sure there aren't any other people in the wreckage too."
The crevasse is 10 ft. deep and 10 ft. wide, the cold creek water at the bottom seems to vary in depth from 1 to 5 ft., the current seems weak.
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As if breaking the surface of deep dark water, Mia snapped back to reality when she broke her concentration. Suddenly the suffering horses come to her sight ,and their voice nearly knocks off her feet. "Mela…Sweetnut…no! Oh on!" Mia runs up to poor animals as she calls their name. She was taking care of all the horses of the caravan. She remembers their look, knows their name, and even what kind of food they liked. For the little druid, the horses are her friends just like humans. Mia nods to Red and says. "Yes…Miri,Van, Lend me hand. I must help them. "
(OOC:DM, I make the name for those horses. If you don't like them I will edit. By the way, how bad the buried one was injured. Did it break it's legs?)
Upon approaching the horses nearby, having already taken care of the beasts before, Mialee is able to recognize them, they're the pair of draft horses that were carrying the last wagon of the caravan, the one belonging to the reserved human couple, Redd and Gaoch, that were sent off from the caravan in the waystone trial, other than some minor burns caused by the chafing of the harnesses, they seem unharmed (though the one who was hanging from the straps seems a bit irritated).
As for the other horses down the creek, the druid would have to climb down into the creek and take a closer look to properly analyze them (though it's obvious that staying for much longer inside freezing temperature waters and under the weigh of a broken wagon can't be any good for them), taking from what she can see from up here and the other evidence around, they seem to be the ones who were carrying the wagon of her friends Gerard and Ionna, and the visible horse seems somewhat hurt while the other under the bulk of the wagon seems unconscious and bleeding. The rocky walls of the crevasse slope diagonally enough for it to be an easy climb down.
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