[Lakelands] Six For Adventure

[maddmic]

Kregor is visibly upset. 'Why all the sneaking? It knows we're here. It knows we'll try to sneak up on it. It's probably watching us right now.' He then begins to scan the area around where they are. Looking up into the night sky trying to discern any movement.

 

[Ulorian - Agent of Chaos]

OOC: Check RC's last post: Kregor, you're looking up into the morning sky, not the night sky. Just mentioning this in case it affects anyone's tactics.

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"Kregor, if it knows we're coming, it will probably have laid a trap for us. Just trying to find the trap before it finds us, is all." Horsom follows Glom and Dain towards the entrance of the barrow. As he moves forward, he arms his axe and shield, 'holstering' his bow.

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OOC: Horsom will stop once he reaches the plinth in front of the entrance (where Dain is standing). He'll examine the stone marker as well as the entrance.

Spot: +2
Search: +1

 

[Raven Crowking]

OOC: Check RC's last post: Kregor, you're looking up into the morning sky, not the night sky. Just mentioning this in case it affects anyone's tactics.

OOG: No, read the post again. In the morning, the area will be rife with flies. It is not morning yet.


RC

 

[Ulorian - Agent of Chaos]

OOC: Sorry, skimmed it too quickly.

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Horsom checks his pack to make sure his everburning torch is handy.

 

[Raven Crowking]

The entrance is about four and a half feet tall and perhaps six feet wide, formed of two upright stones and a stone lintel. Closer, the odor of rotting meat is stronger. The bones around the front doorstep area seem to be mostly those of animals, but there are a few which could be the long bones of human arms and legs. The passage cuts from the eastern side of the hill, westward and down. Looking down, you can see that there is a space perhaps forty feet in.

The plinth is made of stone, largely unworked, but spiral patterns were once carved into it. These patterns are almost all worn away now.

You can hear crickets and spring frogs, and the water turning the mill wheel in the distance.

 

[wolfheart]

Seeing that there is no manticore crouched in the entrance, Dain looks up to the open sky. He suddenly feels very vulnerable and his first instinct is to make for the shelter of the passage. He composes himself and turns back to the others saying, "The pasage goes for some forty feet before opening into a larger space. My bet is that our beastie is in there waiting for us."

With that, Dain removes tha shield from his back and grabs Tor-Angol. "I'm going in, follow as you will. Those near the rear might do well to keep a ranged weapon handy, in case we get bottlenecked in the tunnel." Then dain raises his shield and cautiously moves to the entrance of the tunnel. "What ever ya do, though, aim high." he says over his shoulder as he passes under the lintel.

 

[Raven Crowking]

The stench within is strong enough to gag Dain, but it swiftly becomes clear that the creature is not here. After forty feet, there is a larger space some 30 feet in diameter, where the ancient Esk once interred their dead. Now it is a charnel house, with the bodies of sheep, goats, and men strewn about in an untidy mess. Rats scatter as Dain approaches.

 

[Krug]

Glom skitters behind Dain, eager to see what's inside. He covers his mouth upon seeing the carnage. "Oh my, oh my. Nasty. Nasty," he says.

 

[Toric_Arthendain]

Watching as first Dain and then Glom enter the passage, Selanil stays outside and keeps his eyes on the night sky. He is reluctant to leave their backs unguarded. To those still outside he says, "I will go in last and cover our entrance, make sure nothing approaches from our rear without our knowing about it." He keeps a firm hold on his spear, leaving his bow slung across his back for the time being.

 

[Ulorian - Agent of Chaos]

"That's wise", Horsom tells Selanil. He makes his way into the barrow, the stench of decay and old earth filling his nostrils. After bashing his head against the roof of the tunnel for the third time, he calls out softly to Dain and Glom: "I'm lighting my torch." He does so, and proceeds into the widening, torch in one hand, axe in the other.

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OOC: Are these Esk any relation to the Parthelonians? If so, I'd like to make a knowledge check to see if anything interesting comes up.

Search: +1
Listen: +1
Spot: +2
Knowledge (Parthelonians): +3