Forest of Doom - IC Thread

[AlphaSheWolf]

GM:Keena ascertains that the shod tracks continue west, while you can just see a faint smoke trail rising above the trees a good distance away to the north, such as might come from a campfire or house chimney.

"Our quarry took the west road," Keena mentions. Then stares at the smoke in contemplation.

Using Profession--Tracker to determine distance to fire.

 

[S'mon]

"Our quarry took the west road," Keena mentions. Then stares at the smoke in contemplation.

Using Profession--Tracker to determine distance to fire.

She reckons about 400-500 yards away.

 

[AlphaSheWolf]

She reckons about 400-500 yards away.

Keena: "I would say another 400 to 500 yards before we are close enough to see who we are following. I suggest we approach cautiously from this point on."

::tag::

 

[Sekhmet]

Eric nods, resting a hand on his longsword to remind himself of it's presence at his hip. He takes up his place at the rear of the column, keeping an ever watchful eye toward the surrounding forest, preparing for ambush.

 

[S'mon]

GM: Taking the northern trail in the direction of the smoke trail, there are no footsteps in the dirt - the foot tracks clearly went west, not north. Are you:

1) Still heading north towards the smoke trail 1/4 mile off

OR

2) Heading west following the tracks?

 

[Patryn of Elvenshae]

Jonath Cailan:

"For Gillibran, the name of the Dwarf King of Stonebridge, I believe. They should be obvious enough."

Jonath shrugs slightly. "Ah, well, I had it in mind that it was an old family heirloom of sorts, rather than somethin' Gilibran had made. Unless he's just happened to luck out and had the same initial as his ancestor what had it made, eh?"

"In the forest."

Jonath laughs brightly. "'In the forest' indeed! Nex' yeh'll be tellin' me that the best place to find a priest's a church, or a bee in a hive! Still an' all, though, I take your meanin'."

Keena mumbled under her breath, "I could of told you that much."

Jonath looks sidways at the half-elf with a grin. "My ears are sharp enough to catch that, lass, if no so sharp as yours. And I could have fair guesed at such a course myself; I just hoped the goodman here could have given a bit more ... hah ... precise directions. After all, the forest is wide an' dark, an' we could easily wander there for weeks."

Turning back to the wizard, Jonath says, "Well, I thank you for the advice offered. And I'll take one o' the healing draughts with me, if you don't mind." Jonath gently places a mix of coinage on the counter. "Thanks again, and farewell to you, Mage."

[After following the tracks to the North / West Decision]

... Jonath looks to Keena. "Well, how old are the tracks we're followin'? If they're fresh, well, then we might be right behind the person we're trackin', whoever he may be. But if they're as old as I guess they are, well, then it's unlikely they're goin' anywhere, an' we could pick them up again after checkin' out the fire."

"The way I see it, there's almost certainly someone at the fire, but there's only a small chance that someone's still waiting at the end of the tracks. I say we go north, to the fire."

Jonath, while waiting for a decision to be made, checks the tension on his bowstring and sorts through several of his arrows, rearranging them in the quiver so that the ones with the cleanest fletchings are nearer to hand. He also checks the edge and fit on his sword in its sheath and the dagger he has on the opposite hip.

 

[S'mon]

Jonath Cailan:

Jonath shrugs slightly. "Ah, well, I had it in mind that it was an old family heirloom of sorts, rather than somethin' Gilibran had made. Unless he's just happened to luck out and had the same initial as his ancestor what had it made, eh?"

Yaztromo chuckles.

"Your surmise would be accurate, my Roguish friend. According to legend, the Hammer of the Dwarves was forged ages ago by the Arch-Sorceress Yannisara for Gillibran's forefather, the dwarven King Gillibran I of Redweed, in grateful thanks for his aid in the War of the Wizards. This was long ago, long before Redweed fell to the armies of Zagor, now Warlock of Firetop Mountain. Nowadays only the divided Dwarf realms of Stonebridge and Mirewater remain, shadows of Redweed's greatness. But Gillibran is the true heir of Redweed, for all that Tharri Ugenther of Mirewater would dispute the claim."

 

[AlphaSheWolf]

GM: Taking the northern trail in the direction of the smoke trail, there are no footsteps in the dirt - the foot tracks clearly went west, not north. Are you:

1) Still heading north towards the smoke trail 1/4 mile off

OR

2) Heading west following the tracks?

Keena pounders which direction to take, then looks to Eric for the answers. "The smoke is to the north of us, the tracks we have been following go west. Which do we investigate?"

::tag::

 

[Cor Azer]

Paaq scratches at his chin as he slowly turns from one path to the other. "I vote north. To the smoke. Smoke like that means intelligence, might be someone we can learn from. And if they're letting up that much smoke, they less like to be hostile. Or well, less likely to be setting up an ambush at least."

 

[Artur Hawkwing]

Kip has been following along quietly in the middle of the group. She has been listening to what has been going on and trying to keep quiet. At this discussion she speaks up.

Yet you say the tracks we have followed to this point head the other direction. I think we should continue following what brought us here. If it looks to be a dead end or otherwise requires us to turn back, we know we can return to this fork and head North.

She gestures the directions with her daggers, tips pointing in the general directions she is addressing. She is, of course, careful not to catch any of her companions with her gestures.