[ic] nameless III: lost and found

[doghead]

Out of the rain

Nate strides forwards and dumps his wood beside the fire. He has managed to collect some suitable wood along the way, and there is a little bit left under the overhang by the previous occupants. As Nate sets the fire, he notices that the previous fire, although out, is still warm.

Meanwhile, Garival does a quick search of the area. The area smells of something he has smelt recently and he finds scraps of foodstuff of the kind he has also seen recently. There are footprints in the dust, about human sized. Orks were here, and recently. In the back corner of the overhang, Garival finds a number of lines and swirls scratched out in the dust.

Fredar dumps his pack and gear and slumps down beside them as soon as he is out of the rain. He is looking, if anything, worse.

ooc: I know Fenix suggested collecting wood, but please post up to say that your charcters are actually doing so. It doesn't make much difference here, but it might at other times.

 

[Seonaid]

"Gentlemen, we may have a problem. This place has been recently occupied by something other than humans." He peers at the lines and swirls, trying to make something of them.

 

[khavren]

Fenix goes over to look, being careful not to scuff any tracks or marks. "How many and what type of creature?"

 

[doghead]

ooc: Garival, hard to tell on the number of creatures that have been here from the footprints. But there are at least 4 distinct bedroll marks in the dust, but you suspect that there were more. The heat in the embers suggests that they left about 2 hours ago.

After some consideration, it is finally agreed that the marks in the dirt are a map of the area; the long wavy line is the forest to the north, the X marks the shelter you are in now, the shorter line with bird claw marks behind it the swamp to the north west. Two lines radiate out from the X. One goes to the south west corner of the forest, the point which you would need to go around before turning onto a north west heading to reach the swamp. The other goes eastward a short way before making a small curl at the end. The southwestern point of the forest has been repeatedly jabbed with whatever was used to make the marks, a knife perhaps.

 

[doghead]

A fire is started

Its not long before a fire is going and steam is rising from sodden clothes. But it will take a while before everyone is dry and warm again unless they have spare dry clothes in their bag*.

ooc: Survival DC 10 - the items in your pack are still dry.
ooc: Recovery - you regain 5 pips in the first five minutes and 5 pips over the rest of the first hour if you have dry clothes. It takes an hour to regain the first 5 pips, and one hour per pip after that if you do not have dry clothes.

 

[doghead]

Ghosted: Fredar, human Ner-do-well

Fredar rumages around in his bag. He does indeed have spare clothes. But none of them are dry. They are however, a little less sodden than the clothes he is wearing now, and so he changes into them.

Its a small differene, but it is an improvment. After about an hour in front of the fire he stops shivering quite so much, and a little colour returns to his features.

ooc: Survival 9 - no dry clothes.
ooc: 5 pips recovered. Fredar is now at -5 pips (no dice penalty)

 

[Seonaid]

Garival does his best to dry out and get warm, having no spare clothing in his pack. Wasn't really expecting this kind of a mess, he thinks to himself. After a little bit, he gets up and stares silently out of the cave. What are they up to? Who could stand travelling in this kind of weather?

If he doesn't see anything changing or strange, he turns back to the others. "I would assume that the creatures here before us are not going to come back any time soon. Should we rest here until the weather clears?"

 

[doghead]

Ghosted: Fredar, male human

Fredar looks up at Garival, but is silent for a moment.

"That goblin shaman said we had to hurry but ..."

He shivers and rubs his upper arms. His face is haggard and drawn, and he hasn't been his cheerful self for a long time. Not since Cromwell was cut down in the old hill top ruins.

Gods its misterable out here. I must have been out of my mind to get involved in all this.If they can get Cromwell, what hope do the rest of us have of surviving.

"We won't do anyone any good if we die of cold."

 

[Seonaid]

Garival looks at Fredar and nods. "We should wait at least until we're dry. No sense in dying of chills, as you say."

 

[khavren]

Fenix looks up from the marks in the dirt to look around at the others and at the water still pounding down. "I agree that we should dry off, but it might be to our benefit to try and catch one of these little groups before they all get together. If we rig up something to hold them in place we should be able to dry our clothes off or at least warm em up from the fire. If we are careful, we can heat some rocks to carry along as well."