Pathfinder 1E Leif's Questing Knights, Veluna, Greyhawk - L10 Pfdr Rpg [IC 01] [Full]

[Kaodi]

OOC: Assuming that the tunnels are no wider than 40 feet, one per tunnel, about 60 feet away from the edge of camp. If the tunnels are wider than 40 feet, then two per tunnel spread out to cover the space efficiently.

 

[Leif]

Tunnels for Alarm Spells

At this point, there are five likely spots: ahead of the party along the underground river/stream, behind the party along the river/stream, and three smaller side-passages that branch off within about one-fifth of a mile from where you are, one on the right side and ahead of you, and two on the left side - one ahead and one behind.

 

[Kaodi]

OOC: From the sounds on it placing them just up stream and down stream should be fine. Not worried about side passages that intersect main tunnel beyond that 60 feet.

 

[Leif]

Alarm Spells

OOC: So noted.

 

[Helfdan]

Eldran studies the ground around the campsite, checking for tracks of recent travelers or creatures.
Tracking: 30

 

[Yttermayn]

Looking and sounding as grumpy as he is tired, Sozin loudly says "Why are we here? What does a giant worm have to do with Sir knight of the Ozone?" He begins setting up his bedroll, not really expecting an answer.

 

[Scott DeWar]

"Probably nothing. But it is possible he might have been the target meal, and not us."

 

[Leif]

Making Camp

The adventurers get as well-settled as is possible under the circumstances. Eldran scans the area for spoor and finds the usual signs of small creatures coming to the river to feed, and also what apppears to be a fair-sized party of quite large creatures taking great pains to be as stealthy as possible. Their trail originates up ahead in the way that you've been going, and turns off down one of the side-passages. It does not seem to be a particularly fresh trail.

 

[Helfdan]

"Gentlemen. A party of large creatures came this way recently, and seemingly they were attempting to sneak. Hunters, or ambuscaders. Although the tracks are not fresh, we had best be wary," the ranger's grim voice states cooly in the darkness.

 

[Leif]

Making Camp

The evening passes quietly enough, and the adventurers get settled and begin to grow drowsy. And then....

Down the riverine passage from the route ahead of you comes a hideous and echoing plaintive bellow that tapers off to a low grumble and then is repeated. This same sequence occurs two more times before the hush returns.

[Everyone give me a Fort save at -1.]

PLEASE PUT YOU CHARACTER'S NAME IN THE POST WITH YOUR SAVE! (Never mind, finally saw the names in the IC links, duhhh)