Forest of Doom - IC Thread
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Artur Hawkwing
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Kip considers the charging ham sandwich which has had a bite taken out of it. Not a good thing. He decides to take the hard way out and steps quickly out of the path of the on rushing rack of ribs.
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Patryn of Elvenshae
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Jonath Cailan:
Jonath turns sidelong to the boar, and casually drops a hand to the arrows at his waist, counting them by touch. "Aye, Keena - if you can calm this thin' down, that'd be a treat. Nice piggie. Niiiiiiiice piggie."
Jonath turns sidelong to the boar, and casually drops a hand to the arrows at his waist, counting them by touch. "Aye, Keena - if you can calm this thin' down, that'd be a treat. Nice piggie. Niiiiiiiice piggie."
AlphaSheWolf
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Keena takes a non-threatening stance and used a soft, cooing voice to try and settle the boar. "Easy fella, we won't hurt you."
GM: Nice roll
Something in Keena's words, or perhaps her elven ancestry's link with nature, reaches the fear and pain-addled brain of the wild boar. It pauses a moment, then diverts course and runs east into the trees.
GM: Well done, CR 1 encounter = 50 XP without tons of combat rolls
Party XP: 350/1000.
The sound of the hounds is growing fainter as they seem to be moving quickly away from you, and in a few moments is gone entirely.
You work your way around the edge of the clearing, alert for danger, and after 20 minutes (ca 3pm) re-enter the forest, continuing north.
3.30pm
Another mile or so north brings you to a 4-way crossroads, with tracks going north, east and west. Looking west you can see a faint smoke trail rising above the treetops, as from a chimney or campfire a few hundred yards westward. The trail to the east winds into dark woods. To the north the ground slopes downwards, and you can just make out a glimmer of what might be water. Listening, you can hear the faint sound of rushing, thunderous water to the north, as from a waterfall, still a good distance away.
After the boar trundles off in another direction, Paaq breathes a sigh of relief. "Well done, Keena. I much prefer my bacon on a spit than using one..." He slings his shield, as he walks past Kip. "Careful how you get this belly worked up. Might be your turn to fry up some breakfast soon," he says with a smile.
When the group arrives at the crossroads, Paaq stares curiously at the smoke. "I'd suggest the firepit/chimney smoke; again, since there may be people willing to talk to us, but given the witch from earlier, I won't be offended if I'm out voted."
When the group arrives at the crossroads, Paaq stares curiously at the smoke. "I'd suggest the firepit/chimney smoke; again, since there may be people willing to talk to us, but given the witch from earlier, I won't be offended if I'm out voted."
Artur Hawkwing
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Kip mutters a response to Paaq, grumpy but perhaps good naturedly delivered.
I don't think you could handle my cooking. Probably tastes too much like meat for you.
He shrugs his shoulders and returns the kinda useful kinda useless map to his pocket, following. Upon arriving at the intersection, the map is out again, for what use it is.
Hmm. Anyone want to place a wager on that being the river?
He points at the map, the squiggly line with the word 'River' scrawled next to it.
With the luck we've been having, we're bound to have good luck at some point. Might as well check it out. We should be roughly near the middle of this Gods forsaken forest, so finding a centralized spot to search for those we're after might not be a bad idea. Though perhaps our resident tracks expert might have a recommendation.
I don't think you could handle my cooking. Probably tastes too much like meat for you.
He shrugs his shoulders and returns the kinda useful kinda useless map to his pocket, following. Upon arriving at the intersection, the map is out again, for what use it is.
Hmm. Anyone want to place a wager on that being the river?
He points at the map, the squiggly line with the word 'River' scrawled next to it.
With the luck we've been having, we're bound to have good luck at some point. Might as well check it out. We should be roughly near the middle of this Gods forsaken forest, so finding a centralized spot to search for those we're after might not be a bad idea. Though perhaps our resident tracks expert might have a recommendation.
Patryn of Elvenshae
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Jonath Cailan:
Jonath's hands relax away from his quiver, and he breathes a quick sigh of relief. "Thanks, Keena - I remember hearin' you're supposed to use a spear when huntin' boar, and here's me without polearm to my name." His eyes twinkle mischeviously and his mouth quirks in a small smile, but he plows on. "I wonder if that was a band of huntin' dogs, and whether we'll meet their masters at some later time."
Upon reaching the crossroads, Jonath laughs.
"Aye, what are the chances that we find another witch with murder in her eyes just happenin' to be waitin' for us? Don' answer - it's by way of bein' a rhetorical question. I say we check it out. If aught else, it's gettin' a bit on in the day, an' we should think about findin' a place to stop."
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Jonath's hands relax away from his quiver, and he breathes a quick sigh of relief. "Thanks, Keena - I remember hearin' you're supposed to use a spear when huntin' boar, and here's me without polearm to my name." His eyes twinkle mischeviously and his mouth quirks in a small smile, but he plows on. "I wonder if that was a band of huntin' dogs, and whether we'll meet their masters at some later time."
Upon reaching the crossroads, Jonath laughs.
Paaq said:
"Aye, what are the chances that we find another witch with murder in her eyes just happenin' to be waitin' for us? Don' answer - it's by way of bein' a rhetorical question. I say we check it out. If aught else, it's gettin' a bit on in the day, an' we should think about findin' a place to stop."
GM: You decide to check out the origin of the smoke trail, and take the western track. After about 1/4 mile you see ahead of you the path leads to the door of a well-maintained wooden hut; piles of logs are drying in an open-sided shed to one side. A few chickens scratch in the dirt outside a chicken-coop.
The hut is dome shaped and has a single window and door.
Approaching cautiously, through the window you catch sight of a large, very muscular bronze-skinned man, bare-chested, flexing his arm muscles as he talks to somebody out of sight:
"None can match my strength! I am the mightiest..."
He doesn't seem to have noticed your approach.
The hut is dome shaped and has a single window and door.
Approaching cautiously, through the window you catch sight of a large, very muscular bronze-skinned man, bare-chested, flexing his arm muscles as he talks to somebody out of sight:
"None can match my strength! I am the mightiest..."
He doesn't seem to have noticed your approach.
AlphaSheWolf
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Keena signals for the others to draw near her and then says in a low whisper, "There is obviously someone or someones in that hut with him. I suggest that I approach the hut alone. A weak, lost maiden to draw him out. We should find out soon enough if he is a hostile or a friendly. Just know, that if he proves hostile, I'm depending on you to come to my aid."
If the group agrees to this ploy, Keena will hand her weapons over (all but her dagger) to one of them and head towards the hut.
If the group agrees to this ploy, Keena will hand her weapons over (all but her dagger) to one of them and head towards the hut.
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