Hanable's Hunters, Part I & II

[unleashed]

Firavel d’Thuranni, Male Elf Rogue/Dragonmark Heir

Alert for any kind of disturbance, Firavel grins as Marek voices his anxiety.

 

[Bront]

Whitlok examines the trail, which seems to be fresh, within the past few hours, and heads to the south east.

 

[D20Dazza]

"This trail is relatively fresh" the weathered dwarf says as he stands and brushes dirt from his hands "No more than a couple of hours old, they continue to the south-east. Shall we follow or look for a place to make camp?" the dwarf asks as his eyes scan the sky.

 

[Bront]

OOC: It's almost noon

 

[D20Dazza]

[sheepish]OOC: Yeah, Whitlok's worried about rain[/sheepish]

 

[unleashed]

Firavel d’Thuranni, Male Elf Rogue/Dragonmark Heir

“Does anyone else feel like we are being led in circles?” Firavel asks, as Whitlok comes upon yet another set of tracks changing direction.

 

[Bront]

Actualy, as Whitlok looks up, it does appear as if rain might happin within the next few hours, but it's uncertain. There are a few dark clouds, but the sun is still visable.

The tracks you were following are still there as well.

 

[D20Dazza]

"Circles it may be boy but unless someone has a better idea it's circles it'll remain" Whitlok says scratching his head. "Looks like rain won't be too far off" the old dwarf says as he clutches at his aching back "Come on let's pick up the pace".

OOC: Survival roll to see if we are being cleverly herded?

 

[Bront]

Whitlok determines that they party was likely following the more recient tracks and that neither of these tracks seem to be left intentionaly, nor did someone attempt to cover them up. However, simply by looking that the tracks, you are unable to see if you are beeing herded, though you realy don't know how you'd tell from the tracks.

 

[unleashed]

Firavel d’Thuranni, Male Elf Rogue/Dragonmark Heir

“Who are you calling a boy you daft dwarf, I am twice your age and then some,” Firavel replies, vexed by Whitlok’s comment.