Hanable's Hunters, Part I & II

[Bront]

OOC: The picture is incorrect. If staring at it from above, you'd see only a crecent moon with slight round bump in the middle. The Crecent Moon emminates from the base. Think something like those detachable clips from a nicer mechanical pencil

I'll give skill results later when I'm more awake.

 

[Bront]

OK...

Amazingly, the statue is quite silent.

The statue itself is seemless, and seems to have been carved from a larger stone or shaped by magic. You all are unable to locate any hidden compartments, activation levers, switches, or anything else. The only marking on the statue is a carving of a cresent (similarly perportioned to the one that is the base) and a long rod pointing at the break in the cresent (Yes, it is somewhat phalic like you pervs). The carving is just above where the cresent extends out from the base of the monolith, facing the inside of the cresent. The opening of the cresent faces down.

None of you have any idea if this is a reference to anything historical, arcane, natural, extra-planer, religious, noble, geographic, or local about it.

Anything else?

 

[unleashed]

Firavel d’Thuranni, Male Elf Rogue/Dragonmark Heir

Satisfied that he can determine nothing about it, Firavel leaves the warehouse to go check his gear one final time, before taking another walk in the woods.

 

[D20Dazza]

After the group have provided Mandor with their requests Whitlok takes his ease at the McGuffin before retiring early to check his gear is sound. He goes to bed soon after and rises just before dawn, exercises, takes Digga for a walk and then waits at the muster point.

 

[Prof Yeti]

Marek d'Cannith - Dragonmarked Human Paragon/ Wizard

After finishing his study of the statue, Marek takes his leave of the warehouse. From there he heads to the McGuffin for a bit of food and relaxation before caling it a night. Once back at his room he checks his gear one last time and retires early.

The next morning he rises to begin his final stage of preparations. With his spellshards in hand he begins to memorize those spells he believe will be most useful.

An hour later he slowly rises to stow away his shards, before heading to the gathering point.

 

[Elocin]

Hobbes

Hobbes will spend another night under the stars thinking abut the upcoming mission and in the morning he will hunt for a wuick bite to eat and then head to the meeting point.

 

[Bront]

In the morning, you all manage to assemble by the stables. You have been given your distribution of potions and other items you requested, and have managed to sort them out (Mostly).

Mandor is there as well, and hands you a map of the general area, as well as an outline of approximately where the underground location is. "Good luck, and be safe. May the Sovern Host favor you."

 

[D20Dazza]

Whitlok Dwarf Ranger/Extreme Explorer

"And favour you" Whitlok cries as he tries to get astride his horse, the skittish beast resisting his every attempt until he ends up falling on his rump (again) "Ahhh someone give me a hand with this thing please?" he asks sheepishly.

 

[unleashed]

Firavel d’Thuranni, Male Elf Rogue/Dragonmark Heir

“Thank you Mandor, may fortune favour us all,” Firavel replies, helping Whitlok into his saddle and handing up Digga, before mounting his own steed.

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Yes...may the spirits watch over us and bring us victory over these ogres who scourge the land so..."