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drothgery's Victorian Eberron game - IC

Horace examines the room...
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search check (1d20+7=27)

There are two groups of tracks; one, large, booted, and sized for humans or Khorvar while the other are smaller, not shaped quite right for any species you know of, and appear to be barefoot.
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Quaen lets herself examine one of the carved walls, tracing a line of chiseled-down rock with a finger. "No, of course this place doesn't seem safe," bringing the finger to her face and studying the dust collected with a somewhat detached intrest. "If this place were any kind of sanctuary, it would be for the dark shadows that haunt this world. Otherwise, it would not have the reputation is currently possesses."

The elf turns her eyes back towards the northern egress. "I wonder who or what carved out these passages..."
 

Horace kneels by the tracks for a long moment, studying them without touching. "Tracks here seem to be a man and a few creatures I don't ken. Barefoot. Size of a goblin's foot, I'd wage. We'd best step cautious and slow here on out. No unnecessary speakin'," Horace glares around, making it clear who he suspects of unnecessary speech. He then draws Ellora and loads her with normal shot.

From here on out, Horace will move at half speed, checking the ground for tracks and signs of passage.
 

Doc crouches by the tracker, and in a low whisper, adds, "Any idea where they went or were coming from? Best to know if they are ahead of us."
 



"Looks like the path heads north. Strange feet are following boots." Horace whispers, moving cautiously to the north with his rifle held at the ready.
 

The Khorvar nods. In a low voice, "Best we keep that in mind. Perhaps we'll see a better view from that eastern chamber ahead, but we may need to follow these tracks later." With that, Doc stands and prepares to follow to the east.
 


Grant

Grant follows Horace to the North, quietly whispering, "what are they? any idea?"Grant untucked his blue silk shirt, to allow for more freedom in case there was combat. As they stood idle, he examined his rapier, making sure the alchemical weapon capsules were in place and wouldn't malfunction.
 

Into the Woods

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