[IC] Halfling Quest - Rooting Around

Alton opens himself up to the spiritual awareness that he has learned to cultivate with the Lady's help, and he notices tenebrous streaks shifting and diluting amongst the falling water till it is quickly too thin for him to notice within even the small basin of water. Such slight taint must either have traveled quite a ways and dissipated, or not have been strong at all, although the fiendish boar would be evidence against the latter.
 

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"There - from that crevice." Alton points towards the hill. "There's a taint to the water - but faint, very faint at this point. We'll have to get closer - but we're on the right track. Good on you, Kiylea - I knew you could do it!"

He smiles at Kiylea, then turns back, his eyes narrowing at even such a slight trace of corruption of the Lady's handiwork.

"Why don't we stop for some lunch, and then go on towards our destination. I think the water here is still safe to drink. I don't catch any traces of the pollution in this pool, only higher up. Still, I would suggest that we fill our water bottles here, and don't drink the water any higher up."
 

Jerran wanders around for a bit before attempting to get close to the crevace in question and see if he can see inside.

"Could the source be inside this hill? A underground spring or something? Perhaps the boar lived in a burrow or something."
 

Kiylea returns Alton's smile with a touch of pride, but her sense of accomplishment is quickly subsumed by thoughts of what they must do next. "Getting here may've been the easy part. Who knows what's in there." She gives the opening a determined look. "But whatever it is won't stop us! Now, while we eat we'd better see how we're doing on lamps and oil."
 

Bubbles nods in agreement with Kiylea and rummages through her packs, pulling out any supplies that may be of use. She has avoided conversation while travelling, instead concentrating on her surroundings and any possible danger. The discovery of Alton's new abilities and his and Kiylea's connection with the goddess had unexpectedly rattled her. The goddess while always revered in her house had always been a distant motherly figure. But now two of her friends were speaking as if she was here in thir presence and the ablilities she had granted Alton, were proof of that.

It was a very humbling thing to the girl that had up until a day or so ago only really cared about having fun, playing with friends, and what boys to dance with at the festival. Humbling and more than a bit unnerving

"From now on I think either Alton or myself should stay close to you Kiylea. It is getting to dangerous to have you scouting out ahead of us."
 

Kiylea nods. "Sure. I believe the Lady will protect us, but it's always best to have a friend along to help her out." She grins and starts rummaging through her pack once more. "I have rope, some rations, my lamp, and enough oil to last us a few hours. Anyone else?"
 
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Eddie looks away, embaressed by the emptiness of his pockets. He finds himself looking at the sequoia. No tree climbing without good reason huh, Kiylea? Do you think anything is using the cave as a home?

He will move up beside Jerran and see if the cave mouth looks safe to enter, and if there are any signs of recent use.

OOC: +6 search, traps + tracks if dc 10<
 

While Alton, Ringly and the two ladies look over their provisions for an underground excursion amongst taking a bite to eat, Eddie and Jerran attempt to get a closer look at the crevice.

The crevice is located about six feet above the small pool, the opening is a decent three feet across and roughly the same high. With a bit of a boost from Jerran, Eddie gets a foothold and clambers up to a small ledge off to the left of the opening. Balancing over a bit, he pokes his head in front of the crevice. The water is only a couple inches deep as it flows out the opening, but with the diffused sunlight, he cannot see very far into the crevice, although his sharp ears note that the little cave must run far into the hillside from the continuous trickling sound of moving water which seems to echo from the crevice.

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Alton listens with interest when Jerran and Eddie return and tell the group what they have found.

"So the cave is deep, by the sounds of it. Did you find any tracks there? Maybe Kiylea should have a look."

"If the tunnel doesn't get any wider than it is at the mouth, we'll have to go in single file. Who should lead? Eddie would be the obvious person to scout ahead quietly - especially in his new armour - but if we want Kiylea to track then she'd have to take point. Otherwise it's probably better if I do. Bubbles could do it but I'm more heavily armoured - just in case anything jumps us - and I can use the Goddess's gift to look for evil. I have my lantern - you said you couldn't see anything much, didn't you? - and it's good out to 60 feet. Of course, that'll advertise our presence pretty effectively - still, that's better than stumbling around in the dark."

"Oh, I suppose we should scout around to see if there's another entrance. What do you think?"

"Another thing - if the cave never widens out, we'd better work out how we can be most effective in a small space. That'll mean deciding who's best at firing a crossbow or throwing a dagger past the people in front. Actually, that's another reason to put me at the front - you know what I'm like throwing at a target!"

"So what else do we need to think about? Apart from who has the last piece of bread and sausage." Grinning, he makes a grab for the grub.

OOC: If anybody else wants it we can roll for initiative.
 

Jerran rolls his eyes at Alton's long-winded tactical summary, but in the end he keeps any comments to himself. After all, if you could sift through the speech, every so often, the paladin made a good point.

He looks down with some worry at the daggers he has strapped to various parts of his body and begins to wonder whether he should have asked Alton the Elder for the use of a sword of some kind. As it was. . .

"I suppose my best bet is my crossbow, but I doubt I'd have much luck trying to fire it through anyone at a target on the other side. In the end I'm not much of a warrior of any kind. I'm a lover, not a fighter."

He smiles weakly at his quip.
 

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