(Adventure) Rivenblight's Castaway [Creamsteak judging]
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GnomeWorks
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If you're good to go, so am I.
Thomas Hobbes
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Excellent! That's everyone. I'll kick things off after dinner.
Thomas Hobbes
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Thomas Hobbes said:
Lies. Sorry, it's taken me a while to recover, and the understand, my notes on who is where when and so on and soforth.
The group wakes up more or less with the dawning light after a more or less restful evening- a full twelve hours in total, with everyone taking a three hour watch. More than one usually gets on the trail, but then, the group travelled longer than was typical the day before. Sore, but otherwise rested, the group can be ready to go in almost no time at all, due to their few possesions. You're a very small distance from the road, and the trail is still heading east.
I'll assume you want to continue following the trail, and write than up accordingly as soon as I figure some more things out. In the meantime, feel free to do whatever you like roleplay wise.
Edit: Well, that didn't take long at all.
It takes less than ten minutes to reach the road again, and even Garret, with his tracker's skill, almost misses the well-hidden signs. The road itself is difficult to track anything across (although things are much helped by the fact that it's far too early for any carts to have passed this way and obscured things), but even on this side he can pick out the disturbing clues. A small distance from the road, next to a small birch, another body lay. It was of human size, slightly under average human male height and of fairly light build. An elf, a young man, or perhaps a woman. To those familiar with Troi, the description sounds disturbingly familiar.
The entire area seems to have been cleaned up quite well, but Garret finds a few spatters of blood, some footprints, and can more or less guess the story, as far as it goes. Someone ran across the road, was struck, and fell. Two others took away the body and did their best to hide their tracks. Either the one who fell or one of the others- possibly both- was already wounded, hence the blood before the location of the body. Moving across the road and a little beyond shows more signs of cleaned-up tracks, a few more drops of blood, and some trees that have had arrows pulled out of them.
Garret continues to pwn the track checks. One for the tiny distance between the camp and the road, another for crossing it (it says to make new ones in such situations as crossing a well-travelled road where things might be confused). He rolled quite well (the d20 said 19 for the second), so lots of details. Feel free to ask for more, or to move farther.
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doghead
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Jaan Saaresar of Osilia, Servant of the Greenman
Jaan does what he can to assist Garrath. Given Jaan's lack of skill in tracking, probably that means staying out of the way and keeping an eye on the surroundings, and his crossbow handy.
It takes a while to work out the stiffness of the morning, his movements awkward and wooden for a while. But he keeps his mouth firmly closed, enduring it in an approapriately stoic manner for a hardened adventurer.
Jaan does what he can to assist Garrath. Given Jaan's lack of skill in tracking, probably that means staying out of the way and keeping an eye on the surroundings, and his crossbow handy.
It takes a while to work out the stiffness of the morning, his movements awkward and wooden for a while. But he keeps his mouth firmly closed, enduring it in an approapriately stoic manner for a hardened adventurer.
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Sparky
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Ioleta likewise keeps out of Garret's way hanging in the back of the group keeping a sharp eye out. She's glad that tracking is slow going, and that the Tracker has short legs, it means she's not holding the group up.
The dead body elicits a gasp and she doesn't go very near it. "I don't know how you do it, Garret, but I uh," she eyes the body sideways, "I think we must be on the right track." She shudders and looks away catching Jaan's eye as she does. She smiles weakly.
Sighing, the young woman runs a hand through her short hair, "I hope we find Troi soon." Ioleta looks up at the canopy of trees straining her ears to hear anything at all that seems out of place.
The dead body elicits a gasp and she doesn't go very near it. "I don't know how you do it, Garret, but I uh," she eyes the body sideways, "I think we must be on the right track." She shudders and looks away catching Jaan's eye as she does. She smiles weakly.
Sighing, the young woman runs a hand through her short hair, "I hope we find Troi soon." Ioleta looks up at the canopy of trees straining her ears to hear anything at all that seems out of place.
Looking at everyone with a humble face, Garreth decides to let them know hoe things are really shaping up,
"Well, truth to be told, lady Luck has had as much to do with us finding the trail as my skill ... many times already I've lost our way only to find it back by some sudden hint or mistake from the one covering the trails. Now, I know little about your friend or whoever might be with him ... perhaps you can tell me something else about what we are watching here?"
"Well, truth to be told, lady Luck has had as much to do with us finding the trail as my skill ... many times already I've lost our way only to find it back by some sudden hint or mistake from the one covering the trails. Now, I know little about your friend or whoever might be with him ... perhaps you can tell me something else about what we are watching here?"
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Thomas Hobbes
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The three sets of deep tracks (the people must have been running) come down a small trail leading further eastwards. What do you do?
doghead
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Jaan Saaresar, Servent of the Greenman
Jaan glances around at the others. The words of his tutor come to mind. Coordination. A well organised force can defeat a superior one that doesn't act together. A disorganised one can be easily cut apart. You have to put aside your fear of making mistakes. You may not be the wisest person. But if no one is taking charge, you must do so. Jaan takes a deep breath, and considers what they need to do.
"Right. Lets get moving.
"Garrath, I assume that you know how to move without beening noticed. Can you lead? Ioleta, can you stay about 15 to 20 feet behind Garreth. Velbrik, can you take the right side. I'll take the left. Velbrik and I will stay on your sides and cover the flanks."
Jaan glances around at the group, trying not to appear nervous, but nervous about appearing arrogent.
Jaan glances around at the others. The words of his tutor come to mind. Coordination. A well organised force can defeat a superior one that doesn't act together. A disorganised one can be easily cut apart. You have to put aside your fear of making mistakes. You may not be the wisest person. But if no one is taking charge, you must do so. Jaan takes a deep breath, and considers what they need to do.
"Right. Lets get moving.
"Garrath, I assume that you know how to move without beening noticed. Can you lead? Ioleta, can you stay about 15 to 20 feet behind Garreth. Velbrik, can you take the right side. I'll take the left. Velbrik and I will stay on your sides and cover the flanks."
Jaan glances around at the group, trying not to appear nervous, but nervous about appearing arrogent.
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