In The Tall Dark Pines: A Tale of Braxus

[Drakknyte32]

William Fyre, Sorceror 1 and Nevermore, Raven Familiar

William sticks near the others. Nevermore returns to land on his shoulders and the two move towards the hut, keeping an eye out for anything dangerous looking. They help check over the bodies.

 

[Vargo]

Human Ftr-1 Argento

Argento lets his chain play out, not whirling, just hanging from his hand as he moves in, covering his companions as they approach the bodies. He is obviously on alert. He tries to keep his companions close to him, such that he can reach any enemy that any of them can.

 

[nameless]

Scathach also draws his sword and approaches the ravens (unkindness of ravens, or conspiracy of ravens?)

 

[scadgrad]

Dm

The party moves into the small clearing that surrounds the hut. It's not much larger than 30 yards in diameter or so, the grass and underbrush having been held at bay by some unknown agent. The bodies are strewn about the place as if they had fallen in battle. There are 6 of them that you can see, two of which fell right at the front door which William notices is seriously damaged. The first two bodies that you examine are both human, Hjalmar men, but nothing other than villagers really. They do seem to have decayed quite rapidly though.

Scanning around the site, you see nothing moving other than the ravens who protest loudly as they wing off into the sky

As you pause over the bodies, Argento hears a number of voices coming from inside the hut. It's impossible to make out what they're saying as the language is foreign to your ears and sounds quite odd indeed. Whatever or whoever is making those sounds seem to have heard the caws of the carrion as they lept into the air.

Do you search/examine/greyhawk the bodies?

Anyone moving up to the door to investigate?

OOC_Nameless, ur...ummm, I think it's an unkindness of ravens, but it's not exactly my area of expertise

Guys, please post your characters in the rogues gallery so I can have them all in one spot. Thanks!

 

[purple knight]

Quazeem, Human Monk 1

Ignoring the bodies for the moment, Quazeem focuses on the door and motions Barri to accompany him to the door. In a hushed voice to the party: "I suggest we see what is inside the hut before it comes out to see us." Moving forward with whoever will accompany him and Barri, he readies his mind for combat.


OOC: Signing off for the night gentlemen.

 

[ferretguy]

Jackson 1st level fighter human

"I'll support you in this Quazeem, dead men don't speak so I'm sure the others still alive can tell us a tale or two."
Jackson draws his sword and moves up with the monk prepared to kick in the door if necessary.

 

[johnsemlak]

Timur Yamaltin Rogue 1

Timur will attempt to move silently to the hut and hide under a window, and listen as carefully has he can, to determine what/who is speaking, how many, and if he can make anything out of their speech.

 

[scadgrad]

Timur pads up to one of the two windows, both of which are shuttered. There is one just to the left and another on the left side of the shack. Reasoning that the side window might be closer to whoever, or whatever is in the little shanty, he moves to that window as quietly as he can. There is only silence in the shack now, but there is a very peculiar smell; a scent not unlike a very wet and dirty dog assails your nostrils. It's strong, but not enough to make you wretch, just merely unpleasant. There's something you recall from your childhood, something your father or another older hjlamar relative had told you, but what was it. As you try to recall that distant memory you hear a sound from behind the window. Someone is carefully unlatching the shudders.


Meanwhile Quazeem, Jackson & Barri have moved up to within just a few feet of the door.

 

[Drakknyte32]

William Fyre, Sorceror 1 and Nevermore, Raven Familiar

Seeing the others get ready for a fight William gets ready too. He chants the words to a protective spell Nevermore taught him and feels a bit safer when he feels the magical protection take effect.

OOC:
Casting mage armor, just in case.

 

[scadgrad]

Dm

A flash of recognition washes over Timur as the creature quickly unlatches the shudders and begins to climb out of the window. A Groylkyn, the brutal race of lupine folk that haunt the hjalmari legends of old. Its thick, matted fur and crude garments mark it as a member of this cruel race of heartless carnivores. As the feral-looking beast slips out of the window, it's quite clearly trying to do so silently. Somehow it hasn't detected the presence of the hidden Timur. It drops to the ground and standing only a few paces from Timur, he is surprised at the relative size of the beast. The Groylkyn of legend were twice the height of a man or more. This creature is scarcely larger then Timur. It quietly draws a pair of weapons and takes a step toward the corner of the shack.

OOC_ Timur you're some 15 feet away from this beast, the closest spot you could find to hide. You have surprise if you wish to take a shot...

OOC_William casts Mage Armor