Iron Master's The Raiders of Galath's Roost [IC]
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Sulkily, the four vultures wandering about on the ground scream at you and clumsily depart, flocking north along the meadow to take to the air, only to return reproachfully, settling among the branches of the trees above you, like great fungus blights with scaberous necks.
No sign of trap or peril marks the area, but the scattered humanoid bones, picked clean except for a scrap of sinew or two, decorate the ground around the two violated graves. The third grave is untouched, at least several days old, and holding its secrets.
No sign of trap or peril marks the area, but the scattered humanoid bones, picked clean except for a scrap of sinew or two, decorate the ground around the two violated graves. The third grave is untouched, at least several days old, and holding its secrets.
Ironmaster
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Kelwan is under the distinct impression that the vultures, nasty, scaley, featherless heads and all, are evaluating his potential as a meal. In particular, a feral looking specimen about 20 feet too close, who seems to be thinking 'Dwarf, have not had that on the menu in a while.'
Liksa and Stor keep watch, because Sparrowhawk is soon done with his chore. This grave was quite shallow, and only a bit of work is needed to uncover the remains.
Sparrowhawk:
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The remains of a Drow elf, male, are uncovered. The body is completely stripped of anything but the underclothes. Even the boots are missing. It has started to discolor, but the odor of decay is only a faint, sickly-sweet whisp of a thing. A few small insects crawl out of the hair and among the remains of the genitals. A nasty stab wound under the left pectoral indicates the probable cause of death.
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Liksa and Stor keep watch, because Sparrowhawk is soon done with his chore. This grave was quite shallow, and only a bit of work is needed to uncover the remains.
Sparrowhawk:
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The remains of a Drow elf, male, are uncovered. The body is completely stripped of anything but the underclothes. Even the boots are missing. It has started to discolor, but the odor of decay is only a faint, sickly-sweet whisp of a thing. A few small insects crawl out of the hair and among the remains of the genitals. A nasty stab wound under the left pectoral indicates the probable cause of death.
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The wizard looks as if he found a viper. "Drow" he spits. "Damn drow." He stands up wiping his hands on his trousers. Looking at Kelwan, he remarks, "Someone's not just killing Riders of Mistledale, they found time to kill three drow, too."
"Actually, given what we were told, someone is trying very hard to make it look like the Drow take the blame for what they are doing. Attacking on nights with a full moon, riding horses, and what not shows they have made some mistakes, however. I'm willing to bet that the six leaf beds up on the hill belong to the Drow, some" he nudges the corpse with a booted foot, "of whom we find here." Looking around, he sighs. "Mystra knows where the other three are. No doubt up to some deviltry."
"Actually, given what we were told, someone is trying very hard to make it look like the Drow take the blame for what they are doing. Attacking on nights with a full moon, riding horses, and what not shows they have made some mistakes, however. I'm willing to bet that the six leaf beds up on the hill belong to the Drow, some" he nudges the corpse with a booted foot, "of whom we find here." Looking around, he sighs. "Mystra knows where the other three are. No doubt up to some deviltry."
Kelwan nods at Sparrowhawk, "You may be right. I'd like to offer a pint to those that did these drow in, but if they are the same that are raiding the good folk of Mistledale, then I'll give 'em my axe instead."
Kelwan, satisfied that the vultures are placant for now, wonders aloud, "Now I wonder where the riders have gotten to. Sparrowhawk, where those tracks disappeared on the hill, did you detect anything with your magic?"
Kelwan, satisfied that the vultures are placant for now, wonders aloud, "Now I wonder where the riders have gotten to. Sparrowhawk, where those tracks disappeared on the hill, did you detect anything with your magic?"
"Did I forget to mention that?" Sparrowhawk ponders, half to himself, half to Kelwan. "Transmutive elements, of the fifth or sixth quantum, mostly translational, with foundational roots in apopatition-heck, the weave record is faint, it could be aportive-" Sparrowhawk catches Kelwan's dwarven stare, and clears his throat.
"Transportation spell. Weak. Most likely a portal of some sort. It does not appear to activate according to proximity, so some other method of keying entry is needed, but what that is, I have not the faintest idea."
He spreads his hands to encompass the area. "If we find nothing else to help us, I suggest camping out for a few nights to watch this hill." A stray wind blows a few long strands of brown hair about, underneath the horned fillet.
"Transportation spell. Weak. Most likely a portal of some sort. It does not appear to activate according to proximity, so some other method of keying entry is needed, but what that is, I have not the faintest idea."
He spreads his hands to encompass the area. "If we find nothing else to help us, I suggest camping out for a few nights to watch this hill." A stray wind blows a few long strands of brown hair about, underneath the horned fillet.
