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

[Tonguez]

Orbril watches the beast as it bolts away and then turns to sniff the scent of burning oak.

He wonders towards the opening trying to better identify the smell (ooc what check for that?).

Once near the hole he opens up his soul to the land trying to detect magic that may be emanating from the hole

 

[Festy_Dog]

Nurthk turns to Raven and smiles.

"Thanks for the help," he says, then sniffs the air, "Where could that be coming from?"

Looking to the crevice in back his mind ticks over, coming to what seems a logical solution. He signals for the others to be quiet, and whispers loudly.

"I think what we are smelling is the campfire of someone else occupying a cave which this crevice connects to," he says, and moves closer to the crevice to listen intently for any sign of sentient life.


[listen check: rolled 7 + 5 = 12]

 

[Guilt Puppy]

He wonders towards the opening trying to better identify the smell (ooc what check for that?).

(I'd say Survival is appropriate.)

As Nurthk moves over to listen at the crevice, he hears nothing beyond. Any fire would be far away -- the hole is completely dark.

Hiritus begins to don his armor. "I'd like to take a look down there, if no one minds. If it's nothing, we should know, so we can get some sleep for once."

 

[DrZombie]

"If we're off adventuring down a cave I'd like some healing first", says Raven. "I wanted to hold it off till tomorrow, but I'm a bit to beat up to go and play.".
He puts on his leather again, strings his bow and puits it on his back. He draws his two-hander and gets ready to go.

 

[Uriel]

Niccolo moves to where the strange smoke smell is coming from, trying to glean any possible source.

<Search roll is 8+4=12>

Clearly disatisfied with his findings, Niccolo casts his one remaining Cantrip, Detect Magic.

<Concentrating to get a read on type of magic if possible...then I will use it to have a look at the gear taken from the Orcs and anything else my friends wish me to look at>.

 

[Tonguez]

survival check - sniff to identify the source of the burning oak smell (and any other information I can get from the ordours too) roll 18 + 4 = 22

 

[dpdx]

Fendric, impressed by the animal taming skills of Raven and Nurthk, watches intently as the mountain lion slinks off. Waiting until the animal has gone from sight, plus a minute or so after, he puts his shield and flail down.

"A shame indeed we couldn't have convinced that animal to share her cave with us this night, Pelor bless her. I wouldn't have minded the extra warmth, for one. And presuming Alexander wouldn't object, she'd have made someone a wonderful animal companion," he remarks, winking at Orbril.

"Well, it appears I have concluded my rest, Praise the Radiant Light. Brother Hiritus? If you couldn't wait a small while, I would be able to join you, armored, even..."

 

[Tonguez]

"Agreed" Orbril grins at Fendrics wink of acknowledgement "hopefully the cat has not strayed too far and we may yet be able to seek its friendship and company"

'and what a beauty it would be' he thinks to himself 'Orbril lion tamer!'

approaching the hole he again sniffs...

 

[Sparky]

Oliver's eyes snap open. Woodsmoke? What the devil? The bell! He reaches for the blades under his balled-up cloak and draws them swiftly. He rolls onto his side with a grunt and strggles to his feet. Nurthk and Raven calm the pacing cat.

"You two are good to have around. Even if you are ugly." He grins and nods sagely at Nurthk's assessment of the smoke's origin. He frowns at Hirtius, "See here, boy. We just got out of one scrape. Why in the name of all that is Holy are you seeking out another so quickly?" He grumbles rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

He watches silently as the others ready themselves for investigation. Shaking his head he scoops up his armor and begins to fasten and buckle, tie and tighten. "Gods save me from the foolhardy strength of the young." He sighs, loud and long-suffering.

 

[Guilt Puppy]

"See here, boy. We just got out of one scrape. Why in the name of all that is Holy are you seeking out another so quickly?" He grumbles rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

Hiritus sighs. "Sorry. Just eager to find out... Just restless, I guess," he answers quietly, avoiding eye contact.

Shavah grumbles to herself, and curls back up in a corner, trying to get back to sleep.

Niccolo: No magic is detected, save for the few magic items you already know about.

Orbril: As far as you can tell, a campfire is a good assessment of the scent, although you can't pick any sign of cooked meat or other food from the air.