Age of Worms: Act I - The Whispering Cairn

[Saterus]

My name is Samuel Nomas, friend. Nomas reaches over and shakes Jorun's hand firmly. Your name would be Jorun Trask, yes? I thought I recognized you... He trails off not wanting to mention their meeting before. He was trying to be sneaky then, very unsure of himself (with reason), but now he has changed moods and is in his element and confident.

So, what exactly happened here? Dead goblins, badgers, and odd rock filled sacks of money?

 

[Ozmar]

"Yes, it seems that these goblins had taken up residence in this abandonded mine office, and they had presumably been preying on innocent travelers. When I arrived, these others were already engaged in battle with them, doubtless having fallen prey to the goblins' attack. We have defeated these miscreants, and given them the justice they deserve. Now we are discussing an exploration of a nearby cairn, where more goblins might be hiding. We must do our part to keep our fair city safe!" Jorun smiles warmly at his good friend.

 

[Saterus]

Samuel looks over Jorun's blood stained clothes. The state of the other people in the room look about the same. It seems as though you all fought valiantly, nodding at the wounds. I'm suprised you are standing after that, nodding at the massive streak of blood down his pants from his knee. You had better slow down with wounds like those. Seeing the blood left around this building, not all of it came from the goblins...

 

[Elocin]

Shadow - Rogue 1

"Orin is it, no I ha don’t gone down into the cellar as of yet, I had other things on my mind. Why don't we go down and see what might be down there." Then turning to the rest of the group, "I suggest we stay here tonight as the weather is just getting worse outside and I would rather stay inside where it is dry than try and find my way in this weather. We can then get an early start tomorrow."

 

[Verbatim]

Orin and Shadow:[sblock]Returning to the kitchen, you pull up the heavily clawed coverings above the ladder leading down into the celler. There is a strong musty smell that wafts up immediately from the pit, and as you both begin climbing down Orin's keen ears pick up the sounds of small high pitched animal cries from below. However, from his vantage point, he is not able to detect where the noises are coming from below.[/sblock]

OOC roll:[sblock]Shadow had a 9 on his Listen check, Orin had a 19.[/sblock]

 

[unleashed]

Orin Heartwood, Male Half-Elf Ranger

“Well there’s definitely something down here, sounds like small animals of some kind...hmm, I wonder whether the goblins put them down here or if they got in here on their own.” Orin listens intently as he continues down as quietly as possible, signalling for Shadow to do the same, trying to determine where the cries are coming from and what is making them.

OOC: Knowledge (dungeoneering) +3, Knowledge (nature) +3, Listen +7, Move Silently +7

 

[Ozmar]

Samuel looks over Jorun's blood stained clothes. The state of the other people in the room look about the same. It seems as though you all fought valiantly, nodding at the wounds. I'm suprised you are standing after that, nodding at the massive streak of blood down his pants from his knee. You had better slow down with wounds like those. Seeing the blood left around this building, not all of it came from the goblins...

"Yes, you're right of course. We should probably take the night to get some rest and bind our wounds, prepare our strength for tomorrow."

"I shall ride back to the garrison to report on the destruction of the goblins, and to procure supplies for tomorrow's journey. Shall I meet you all back here tomorrow morning? If we're all in agreement, then I believe I can obtain some food, rope and torches for our expedition."

Jorun looks around for confirmation. Assuming everyone agrees (particularly Samuel) he'll go get Copper and ride back to the base to report on the situation.

 

[Verbatim]

Orin climbs down the short ladder slowly and as quietly as he can, straing his ears to pick up the precise location of the shrill chirps. Looking around the darkened room, Orin thinks the noises are coming from behind one of the collapsed wineracks, but due to the strange accoustics of the room he can't be for sure.

As Shadow lands beside him, moving as quiet as his namesake, Orin's mind finally slides the last of the puzzle into place. The cry sounded like one a small mouse would make after its birthing, but for one to make such a loud cry, it would have to be much larger...

It is then that both Orin and Shadow see the red glowing eyes slowly surrounding them, and as the first of the creatures step slightly into a partially lighted area, they see that indeed these rats are larger, much larger.

Each of the four rats are easily three feet in length and they all look hungy, very hungry.

 

[unleashed]

Orin Heartwood, Male Half-Elf Ranger

Having no room to stand back and pick off these rats with his bow, Orin draws his greatsword as he stands shoulder to should with Shadow taking the fight to the rats as soon as an opportunity presents itself...they are still only rats after all even if they are the size of a dog.

OOC: Init +3; +3 melee [2d6+3; 19-20/x2; slashing; greatsword]

 

[Verbatim]

Hissing at you both as Orin drew the huge sword from under his cloak, the rats charged at you both.

Init:

Shadow: 19
Rats: 17
Orin:12
Damien: 6 (beginning with rd 2)