Iron Master's The Raiders of Galath's Roost [IC]

[Ferrix]

Stor helps the others properly intern the bodies, then speaking a prayer to the gods for the departed to travel swiftly to the realm they deserve. "Let us see what there is ahead, we have little daylight ahead."

Stor slings his longbow over his shoulder and looses the spiked chain from around his waist, letting it swing free in his large hands, ready in case something should attempt to close and attack.

 

[Tenser42]

Kelwan will assist the others, also looking for any signs on the bodies that might help identify them. Once the task is done, he once again draws his sling and places a bullet in it, then picks up his shield.

 

[Erudite]

When Stor and Kelwan have finished helping him pile branches over the bodies, Sparrowhawk turns to the west. "Kelemvor, lord of the dead. Guide these to their proper rest. " He turns to the others. "I wonder who the vultures keep watch over." This comes out a statement, rather than a question.

Seeing the others ready themselves to continue, he takes the lead by forty feet and moves in the direction of the circling carriorn birds, bow at ready.

 

[Ironmaster]

Heading south, past some copses of trees that flank the southwest corner of the keep, the small group proceeds with caution the dome-shaped hilltop south of the ruins. A grove of trees blocks line of sight from the hill to the keep itself. Several vultures continue to circle not actually over the top of the hill, but at the edge of the forest to the south, which meets the far edge of the hill. Stor spots a few more as dark shapes among the nearly naked branches in the same area.

Tentatively proceeding up the base of the slope of the hill, Kelwan notices a couple of bare spots in the grass, as though worn by the passage of many feet over time. Peering closer, he spots the tracks of booted feet and shod hoof prints. From the way they are pointing, the most recent tracks point south, up the slope of the hill. A warm wind picks up from the south, removing some of the night-time chill.

 

[Krug]

Liksa is glad to have left the dead behind. She mouths a prayer for the souls of the dead, and hope they find peace.

 

[Ironmaster]

The golden light of dawn provides a rosy, comforting glow to the atmosphere of the area. Birds are now chirping with great enthuseasm, joining the few who started singing before dawn. Only the sombre shapes of the vultures seem to take little delight in the Lathander-like environment, perhaps sensing the time of winter that approaches.

 

[Erudite]

[OOC: I'm waiting for Tenser here, since I want to know if Kelwan tells everyone about this, or if they continue onwards.]...

 

[Tenser42]

Kelwan tries to quietly indicate to the others that he has found something. He points at the tracks on the ground. He speaks quietly, "Looks like tracks, but only going one way."

 

[Erudite]

Coming over to look at what Kelwan has seen, Sparrowhawk remarks "Let's see where they lead", and starts to follow the trail. He's pretty sure that whoever attacked the Mistrans posted here made these tracks. He places his own foot along side one of the boot marks. While drow elves may not ride, he would not put it past drow cunning to walk stolen horses in order to confuse trackers as to their identity.

[OOC: Is the size of the prints indicative of a human foot, or an elf(drow) foot? Even though he does not have Track, is there anyway for him to get information about the type of horseshoe worn by the mounts? His father raised horses. He would know local blacksmith horseshoe styles. If he recognizes any, he will know at the least that the horses were locally shoed.]

 

[Ferrix]

Stor follows behind the other, still enjoying the newfound forms of weather that he'd only experienced since leaving The North. "What've you found?" he asks when Kelwan mentions the tracks.

"Ah, let's see where they lead."