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Wildwood RiTaC III Gannu Mines
- Thread starter Voadam
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Inamar looks up from her frowny inspection of Weylan's apparently unmarked arm and shrugs.
"I wonder where that owl is," she says, appropos of nothing, as she ventures back to where her bedroll lies and sits down.
"That old druid's badger makes me want a pet. What do you think, Weylan? Should I get a pet?"
She regards the warrior with her strange violet eyes. They don't quite glow, but always seem to reflect more light than is actually hitting them, like a cat's.
"I wonder where that owl is," she says, appropos of nothing, as she ventures back to where her bedroll lies and sits down.
"That old druid's badger makes me want a pet. What do you think, Weylan? Should I get a pet?"
She regards the warrior with her strange violet eyes. They don't quite glow, but always seem to reflect more light than is actually hitting them, like a cat's.
Voadam
Legend
The party tries to go back to sleep, though thoughts linger on the small spectral assailant, its yellow sigil, and the meaning of its appearance and actions.
In the morning Weylan and Gravan still feel significantly off, but Rooth and NR4ZN seem to have thrown off the effects of whatever happened to them the night before.
Rooth guides the party as she tracks the goblin band's progress. Weylan again ranges ahead and to the sides with his uncanny speed while NR4ZN takes up point for the rest of the party followed by Gravan, Inamar, and then Syfer as rear guard, now sporting the goblin's dagger that Weylan lent him.
The day progresses returning some sense of normalcy as the sound of wind through the familiar types of trees, the scampering of chipmunks and squirrels, and the chirps of various birds are well known and even peaceful. Weylan's scouting even spooks up a family of deer that bound off deeper into the woods.
About mid-day Rooth notes an area where the goblins and worgs seem to have made camp in a small clearing, she even is able to point out where they made a cooking fire.
In the morning Weylan and Gravan still feel significantly off, but Rooth and NR4ZN seem to have thrown off the effects of whatever happened to them the night before.
Rooth guides the party as she tracks the goblin band's progress. Weylan again ranges ahead and to the sides with his uncanny speed while NR4ZN takes up point for the rest of the party followed by Gravan, Inamar, and then Syfer as rear guard, now sporting the goblin's dagger that Weylan lent him.
The day progresses returning some sense of normalcy as the sound of wind through the familiar types of trees, the scampering of chipmunks and squirrels, and the chirps of various birds are well known and even peaceful. Weylan's scouting even spooks up a family of deer that bound off deeper into the woods.
About mid-day Rooth notes an area where the goblins and worgs seem to have made camp in a small clearing, she even is able to point out where they made a cooking fire.
(hee...didn't mean to slow the pace there. 
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Inamar drifts into the now-deserted camp and scuffs at the ground. A sudden impulse grips her, and she concentrates for a moment to see if there are any of those strange auras about that tell her magic is in the area.
(scanning for residual magic auras)
)Inamar drifts into the now-deserted camp and scuffs at the ground. A sudden impulse grips her, and she concentrates for a moment to see if there are any of those strange auras about that tell her magic is in the area.
(scanning for residual magic auras)
Drowned Hero
First Post
Rooth Shifter Ranger
Rooth studies the ground trying to make out how many hostiles shes looking for. 'Camp obviusly here' she says to no one in particular pointing a finger to the ground in front of her, she starts looking for the tracks leaving the camp, and will follow them as she finds them. 'I think we getting close so stay 60 feet behind me. I want to se them before all our noise reaches them' Rooth will move as silently she can while tracking.
Rooth studies the ground trying to make out how many hostiles shes looking for. 'Camp obviusly here' she says to no one in particular pointing a finger to the ground in front of her, she starts looking for the tracks leaving the camp, and will follow them as she finds them. 'I think we getting close so stay 60 feet behind me. I want to se them before all our noise reaches them' Rooth will move as silently she can while tracking.
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Voadam
Legend
Inamar concentrates but finds little that glows to her senses. There is the Gannu goblin's knife that Syfer now bears, the tattered green cloak that Weylan wears, her staff, the moon-marked bottles from the fallen goblins in the druid's home. She sees no new auras here.
Rooth moves carefully as she tracks, noting where a few wandered off into the bushes, and one side track where a number of goblins apparently wandered off as well before returning. She notes a few spatters that might be blood, forming a little trail this way. Investigating she finds a spot among some tall vine choked trees where it looks like a number congregated, the tracks are numerous and overlayered. While observing the ground she spots the ends of some vines that have been cut near a spot where more blood fell. Glancing up a creak in the trees draws her attention and she sees dangling from high above a goblin, its head lolling at an angle hanging from the looped vine that holds it suspended in the air. It looks like one of its arms is bloody.
Rooth moves carefully as she tracks, noting where a few wandered off into the bushes, and one side track where a number of goblins apparently wandered off as well before returning. She notes a few spatters that might be blood, forming a little trail this way. Investigating she finds a spot among some tall vine choked trees where it looks like a number congregated, the tracks are numerous and overlayered. While observing the ground she spots the ends of some vines that have been cut near a spot where more blood fell. Glancing up a creak in the trees draws her attention and she sees dangling from high above a goblin, its head lolling at an angle hanging from the looped vine that holds it suspended in the air. It looks like one of its arms is bloody.
Drowned Hero
First Post
Rooth snifs the air and waits for the others to catch up with her 'anyone knows what type of vine that is?' 'might bee on of those bad vines...' If the vine is a normal one, Rooth will climb up in the vine and scout in all direcctions and cut the dead goblin down.
Voadam
Legend
Inspector Tarzan Holmes
Insects buzz around the dried blood on the ground.
Rooth inspects the vines and does not believe they are of the rapidly animate variety. She begins to climb the tree and gets closer to the dead goblin. It's cowled clothing is reminiscent of the shapes of the spectral figure that attacked during the night, though made of the hides of various animals and in various shades of brown. The goblin appears thoroughly dead, its orangeish skin beginning to gray, its tongue extended, face mottled, no breathing, and limbs looking stiff. The blood seems to have dripped from its right arm, stains can be seen that soaked through the long sleeve, plastering it to the corpse's arm. It bears a small stone knife at its belt, about as big as the white one Syfer now bears.
The vine around its snapped neck was definitely tied. It looks like the vine was cut off at the bottom and up above where a branch makes a convenient work station. The cut vine portion was then used to fashion a noose of sorts that was knotted back into the hanging vine.
Insects buzz around the dried blood on the ground.
Rooth inspects the vines and does not believe they are of the rapidly animate variety. She begins to climb the tree and gets closer to the dead goblin. It's cowled clothing is reminiscent of the shapes of the spectral figure that attacked during the night, though made of the hides of various animals and in various shades of brown. The goblin appears thoroughly dead, its orangeish skin beginning to gray, its tongue extended, face mottled, no breathing, and limbs looking stiff. The blood seems to have dripped from its right arm, stains can be seen that soaked through the long sleeve, plastering it to the corpse's arm. It bears a small stone knife at its belt, about as big as the white one Syfer now bears.
The vine around its snapped neck was definitely tied. It looks like the vine was cut off at the bottom and up above where a branch makes a convenient work station. The cut vine portion was then used to fashion a noose of sorts that was knotted back into the hanging vine.
hellrazor111
First Post
So, how did he die? calls Syfer, who is keeping an eye out for an ambush of any sort.
