Hanable's Hunters, Part I & II

[Bront]

-What's a cave? You mean a hole in the ground? No, but they always break branches off and drag them around here. It's so rude!-

 

[Rystil Arden]

-Yes, very rude! It hurts the poor tree as well as all the animals who make the tree their home. So where do they go after that if they don't go to any hole in the ground?-

 

[Bront]

-They keep on going that way- He points southwest with is tail.

-I don't see where they go, but they aren't bringing accorns there.-

 

[Rystil Arden]

"The squirrel says that the ogres pass by here quite a lot, and they keep on going southwest, but they don't enter into the complex from anywhere he can see. Is there anything else I should ask him?"

-Nope, probably not. Those big mean ogres like to try to hoard big shiny things instead of acorns--they aren't practical like squirrels, are they? What will they do with those things when winter comes?-

 

[D20Dazza]

Whitlok watches the exchange between man and beast with a crooked smile and a twinkle in his eye. He scratches at his nether regions and nods as he listens to the translation.

 

[Bront]

-I thought ogres ate anything? They sure are big enough too.- Says the squirrel

 

[D20Dazza]

"So southwest then people?" Whitlok asks of the silent group.

 

[unleashed]

Firavel d’Thuranni, Male Elf Rogue/Dragonmark Heir

“Yes, it seems our best lead by far, so feel free to forge ahead in your own time,” Firavel calls.

 

[Prof Yeti]

Marek d'Cannith - Paragon/Wizard

"So southwest then people?" Whitlok asks of the silent group.

Shaking himself from his own reflections Marek looks up to meet the gaze of his companions. "Sounds like the most appropriate determination. I am ready when you are."

 

[Bront]

The party continues southwest, knowing only the direction, and unable to find a trail. A little more than a half hour later, Hobbes gets and odd feeling and shifts his feet, just in time to avoid a rope snare that springs. Unfortunately, Whitlok wasn't so lucky, and is hoisted into the air and hurled about 30 feet west, as it appears that the snare's rope came loose form the tree, landing him on the leaf covered ground with a hard thud.

OOC: Whitlock, take 18 points of damage.
[sblock=Firavel, Kerlokh]You are pretty sure the trap was not intended to throw him, but was attached poorly to the tree that was used to spring him up.[/sblock][sblock=Selene]There seems to be a large ammount of leaf cover on the ground in this area, now that you think about it and see a trap sprung. Not enough to notice unless you had been looking for it, but it's there, and it seems done somewhat deliberately.[/sblock]