Lirael smiles gratefully at Paaq, and the spell-scroll disappears down her ample cleavage!
Forest of Doom - IC Thread
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Lirael smiles gratefully at Paaq, and the spell-scroll disappears down her ample cleavage!
Leaving the Witch's Hut, you take the trail back south to the crossroads, and head west.
Day 2 12pm
You have travelled west a couple miles along the trail, warm noon sunshine occasionally breaking through the foliage overhead. The trail leads over the gnarled roots of an old tree, when suddenly you hear a male voice ahead of you, crying out for help! Ahead on the trail sits a man dressed in long dark robes, his left foot caught in an iron trap. His face is masked by his robes, only his dark brown eyes are visible.
He calls out to you:
"Strangers, please help me! I am in terrible pain and cannot open the trap by myself!"
Day 2 12pm
You have travelled west a couple miles along the trail, warm noon sunshine occasionally breaking through the foliage overhead. The trail leads over the gnarled roots of an old tree, when suddenly you hear a male voice ahead of you, crying out for help! Ahead on the trail sits a man dressed in long dark robes, his left foot caught in an iron trap. His face is masked by his robes, only his dark brown eyes are visible.
He calls out to you:
"Strangers, please help me! I am in terrible pain and cannot open the trap by myself!"
AlphaSheWolf
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Keena goes to assist Paaq in checking the trap (Using Craft--Trapmaking)
Patryn of Elvenshae
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Jonath Cailan:
As Keena and Paaq start to run forward, Jonath puts his hands out to stop them, one arm in front of Paaq, his shortbow extended in the other in front of Keena. "Hold!"
He turns alternatively to Keena and Paaq, his face carrying a forced grin. Jonath speaks in a normal voice, hoping that it will carry to the trapped man, but not well. "There might be other traps hidden in the leaves in front of us." He drops his voice to just above a whisper, and points out various places along the trail. "Watch the trees; I do not trust that this man is here alone, and this smells of a trap to me - and not the one he appears to have his leg caught in. Smile with me; nod like I have said something wise; I'm only pointing out places were another leg-trap could be, yes?"
Jonath turns to Paaq, and resumes his normal volume. "Perhaps we had best carefully examine the ground before us, lest we get caught a-same, hmm? And what a group of rescuers we'd be then, aye?" More loudly, and to the trapped man, "Good sir; 'tis a warm day, no? Why such a need for a hood and mask?"
As Keena and Paaq start to run forward, Jonath puts his hands out to stop them, one arm in front of Paaq, his shortbow extended in the other in front of Keena. "Hold!"
He turns alternatively to Keena and Paaq, his face carrying a forced grin. Jonath speaks in a normal voice, hoping that it will carry to the trapped man, but not well. "There might be other traps hidden in the leaves in front of us." He drops his voice to just above a whisper, and points out various places along the trail. "Watch the trees; I do not trust that this man is here alone, and this smells of a trap to me - and not the one he appears to have his leg caught in. Smile with me; nod like I have said something wise; I'm only pointing out places were another leg-trap could be, yes?"
Jonath turns to Paaq, and resumes his normal volume. "Perhaps we had best carefully examine the ground before us, lest we get caught a-same, hmm? And what a group of rescuers we'd be then, aye?" More loudly, and to the trapped man, "Good sir; 'tis a warm day, no? Why such a need for a hood and mask?"
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AlphaSheWolf
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Keena nods her head at Jonath words, then mentally scolded herself for not thinking the same thing. "I will look about as well," she replies to Jonath's suggestion to Paaq. (Will use Profession-Tracker, Listen, SZearch, & Spot)
GM: Certainly the cloth over his face looks purposefully concealing. The tracks you were following lead here, and could well be his.
Paaw hurries forward and examines the trap; it seems to be a steel-jawed, spring-loaded trap of the kind used for catching medium-sized game, from hares and large rabbits on up. A strong man could probably force it apart.
Keena can determine the same as Paaq. Also that such things are typically of dwarven manufacture, the dwarves of Mirewater in particular are known for their vicious traps.
GM: Keena searches the vicinity - she doesn't find any traps; if there are any more they must be well hidden indeed.
The man hesitates before replying, and when he does, his voice holds a note of uncertainty.
"Uhm... The pollen afflicts my nostrils, the cloth helps reduce the affliction. I am here seeking my brother, who I believe is now living as a hermit somewhere in these woods, but I have fallen pray to this devilish affliction. Please, release me!"
Lirael the Sorceress moves up to Jonath and whispers in his ear.
Lirael:
"Do you distrust him, Jonath? I could employ a Charm spell...?"
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