Iron Master's The Raiders of Galath's Roost [IC]
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None of the adventerers finds anything suspiscious about the motley assortment of items strewn through the grass on the side of the hill.
Sparrowhawk looks suspiscious. "Horses don't vanish into thin air, and there is no obvious reason to lead them to this hilltop." He starts to wave his hands in the air. "meheg tas ravnak lehgor nismehak denam avok." A circular mandala of glowing runes spins about his head for a brief moment, as he stares into the space where the tracks end.
[OOC he is casting Detect Magic and concentrating on the area where the prints stop]
[OOC he is casting Detect Magic and concentrating on the area where the prints stop]
Stor shrugs, "perhaps they were not normal horses, I've heard of great magical steeds who could bound into the air." Not entirely convinced by his suggestion the giant of a man continues to scan about the area, "are we going to continue rummaging through the dirt or can we move on?"
Ironmaster
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[OOC: Sparrowhawk, the Detect Magic spell indicates weak Transmutation magic. This is probably some sort of tranportation spell, possibly even a permanent portal.]
Searching the surrounding area, you comeacross traces of a campsite at the top of the hill. Stor and Kelwan find several circles of turf that have been cut away and then replaced. Digging them up reveals a firepit, and several pits dug to conceal buried trash. The trash does not give any further indication about the identity of the campers, beyond that they ate meat (bones).
Liksa and Sparrowhawk do reveal several piles of leaves, six to be exact, that look natural, but when studies in just the right way, with light from the sun at a low angle, apprear to have been purposely gathered up to make bedding. The area over which several vultures hover is about 20 yeards to the south, down the hill, away from the Keep, along the border of the forest.
[OOC: I was quite busy, so please excuse my absence.]
Searching the surrounding area, you comeacross traces of a campsite at the top of the hill. Stor and Kelwan find several circles of turf that have been cut away and then replaced. Digging them up reveals a firepit, and several pits dug to conceal buried trash. The trash does not give any further indication about the identity of the campers, beyond that they ate meat (bones).
Liksa and Sparrowhawk do reveal several piles of leaves, six to be exact, that look natural, but when studies in just the right way, with light from the sun at a low angle, apprear to have been purposely gathered up to make bedding. The area over which several vultures hover is about 20 yeards to the south, down the hill, away from the Keep, along the border of the forest.
[OOC: I was quite busy, so please excuse my absence.]
Sparrowhawk allows a slight frown of annoyance to cross his face. Here was good evidence, and yet the significance of it seemed lost on his large companion.
Horses may fly, but what of the men on foot? If magical transportation exists here, and so many men, then why a small campsite at the top of the hill? The wizard started after the others, eyes on the trees, bow at the ready. More than simple raiding was at work here, and blundering about impatient with clues would not 'put the rabbit in the kettle' as his father was wont to say. As a Dalesman, he knew the value of practical stolidity. Unlike most in this wide, wild world, a Dalesman, and most of all, a Mistran, could be counted on for being down to earth. However, a smart Dalesman also knew the value of prudence, and a follower of Mystra the importance of the appreciation of Mystery. How he could convey these marvels to the great, hulking Northerner was something requiring further contemplation.
Then again, he mused, not everyone had the fortune to be born a Dalesman.
Horses may fly, but what of the men on foot? If magical transportation exists here, and so many men, then why a small campsite at the top of the hill? The wizard started after the others, eyes on the trees, bow at the ready. More than simple raiding was at work here, and blundering about impatient with clues would not 'put the rabbit in the kettle' as his father was wont to say. As a Dalesman, he knew the value of practical stolidity. Unlike most in this wide, wild world, a Dalesman, and most of all, a Mistran, could be counted on for being down to earth. However, a smart Dalesman also knew the value of prudence, and a follower of Mystra the importance of the appreciation of Mystery. How he could convey these marvels to the great, hulking Northerner was something requiring further contemplation.
Then again, he mused, not everyone had the fortune to be born a Dalesman.
Keeping an eye on the vultures, Kelwan reaffirms his grip on his sling, and follows the giant.
[OOC: Kelwan is watching the vultures for any signs of hostility. Also do any of them seem to be descending to the ground, or are they just circling?]
[OOC: If the vultures are circling but not descending: ]
Kelwan wonders aloud, "None of the cowardly birds seem to be feasting yet, what they are interested in may not be dead yet."
[OOC: Kelwan is watching the vultures for any signs of hostility. Also do any of them seem to be descending to the ground, or are they just circling?]
[OOC: If the vultures are circling but not descending: ]
Kelwan wonders aloud, "None of the cowardly birds seem to be feasting yet, what they are interested in may not be dead yet."
Ironmaster
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A few vultures are circling above, while several more wander about directly below, occasionally picking at the ground.
Approaching the edge of the forest, the party can easily see two shallow graves that have been distrubed recently, clean-picked bones scattered about the area. It is this that the vultures half-heartedly inspect for further meals. A hasty third mound of distrubed earth marks another grave barely disturbed as of yet, with any possible remains unseen. Kelwan does not see anything alive.
Approaching the edge of the forest, the party can easily see two shallow graves that have been distrubed recently, clean-picked bones scattered about the area. It is this that the vultures half-heartedly inspect for further meals. A hasty third mound of distrubed earth marks another grave barely disturbed as of yet, with any possible remains unseen. Kelwan does not see anything alive.
