(Casual D&D II) The Fellowship of the White Dove

[DrZombie]

Raven's search before sunset reveals a cave which is conspicuously absent of animal prints or leavings; the air smells as though not even lichen grows within.

[ooc : Raven normally wouldn't choose a cave like this as shelter,being a mean and suspicious basterd, but hey, he might have had a bad hair day or something]

"Mmmh, This cave will protect us from the elements, but I don't like it. No animals, no plants... Something is not right here, better stay sharp. I'd prefer to leave this alone and go elsewhere, but I don't think we'll find a suitable camp before dark. We might better sleep outside, we can allways retreat into the cave if something attacks us."

Raven takes out his swag, and tries to make himself comfortable just outside the cave in a sheltered area. A few moments later the red glow of his pipe lights up his face, as he sits pondering recent events.

 

[Tonguez]

"Something here" Orbril calls to the others as he examines the lines "may just be scratches but they don't look natural.

Niccolo" he calls the other gnome "how are you at 'ciphering strange runes?"

 

[Uriel]

"Something here" Orbril calls to the others as he examines the lines "may just be scratches but they don't look natural.

Niccolo" he calls the other gnome "how are you at 'ciphering strange runes?"

<Decipher Script Roll 16+5=21.Speaks Common,Gnome,Goblin,Elvish,Draconic>

Dismounting Alexander and making sure that he was comfortable, Niccolo moves to Orbil, unwinding his long grey scarf, so as to get a better picture of the scrawlings. Rubbing his finger against the marks and then his chin in thought, Niccolo moves back to his pack, retrieving an ocular glass, so as to get a better look.

All the while, humming to himself some old Elvish ditty.

 

[dpdx]

[Hey, everyone! Look! Etchings! ]

Fendric does some contemplating of his own. Finally, he picks up a pebble from the cave floor, and drops it down the opening, listening for it to hit. Taking extremely rough note of the sound and the time (splash=water, tic=rock, short=shallow, long=deep), Fendric attempts to figure out if the hole merits attention during the guard shift...

 

[Guilt Puppy]

Niccolo: Under examination, it doesn't seem as though the marks bear any properties of a written language, but they do seem to carry some amount of inent -- in their scale and interaction they are similar to the runes of old Dwarven arcana, but these seem much less precisely made, and by no means distinctly Dwarven in themselves.

Meanwhile, Fendric's rock skitters down the hole, echoing only slightly -- it seems to be shallow and dry, and seems to curve off to the right a bit.

[ooc : Raven normally wouldn't choose a cave like this as shelter,being a mean and suspicious basterd, but hey, he might have had a bad hair day or something]

(Didn't mean to imply he'd 'chosen' it, just that it stood out under that sort of search -- to clarify, there are some other options available that don't seem too freshly frequented by fauna which would be found in the course of that search, but nothing that looks completely 'safe'.)

 

[dpdx]

Fendric cants an appreciative ear toward the hole as the rock hits down, tracking the hole down and to the right. Looking around, and then at the gnomes in particular, Fendric smiles wryly and speaks:

"Would anyone happen to have a Light, um, magical or no? I should like to make sure this burrow doesn't require our diligent exploration before everyone gets their rest tonight, Pelor protect us."

 

[Sparky]

After struggling to unload Bastrop's pack and help the others settle in Oliver pads curiously over at Orbril's call. He scratches his stubbly jaw and peers at the hole and the scrapings. He's pretty sure it's a highly advanced moon-calendar dating back to the pre-Callurian era. Or grafitti.

He listens as Fendric's pebble clatters down the hole and to Fendric's question. He peers at the roof and walls of the cave. He holds his arm outstretched and squints past his knobby thumb. He seems to be measuring. Eyeing the gap, he purses his lips and furrows his brow. "I could rig up an alarm to give us warning if something unsavory crept into the cave. Besides Raven, I mean." He raises his eyebrows and looks at Fendric, Orbril and Niccolo.

Decipher Script: 2 + 7 = 9
Craft - Trap-making: 11 + 11 = 22

 

[DrZombie]

"I heard that" Raven says with a chuckle. "No more brandy for you."

 

[Guilt Puppy]

Oliver seems confident he can rig up something effective on both the front of the cave, and the hole at the inner edge. Looking at the etchings, though, he can only concur with Niccolo's vague assessment. Should Raven's suggestion of camping at the mouth be followed, a similar alarm system could be built, although it would likely be less desirable.

(Sleeping in the cave or out? And what's the mechanism of this alarm system -- as some might be better suited for certain intruders than others.)

 

[Festy_Dog]

Nurthk sleeps in the cave, but has learnt his lesson from last time and as his double axe resting right next to him.