[LPF] Ryall's Estate

[jkason]

OOC: I'm assuming from the description that there's no human tracks or such around.

GM: Correct. No tracks other than the weasel tracks that have dried up on you.

 

[Qik]

Quioan answered Daylily's question as he further examined their situation. "No - likely it was riding on its owner's shoulder up unto this point."

Closing his eyes to concentrate for a second, he opened them again to examine the situation in a new light.

OOC: Sorry about the check on the weasel - I'd forgotten about my earlier one. Perception check: 1d20+4=23 I'll cast detect magic; Know. Arcana check for that: 1d20+6=9

 

[jkason]

[sblock=Quioan]Quioan activates his mystical vision, but a survey of the area reveals no signs of magic. Whatever means was used to obscure any tracks that might have been here was either entirely mundane, or its magical residue has faded beyond detection.[/sblock]

 

[jbear]

Relic scratches his beard thoughtfully for a while before speaking.

I imagine tracking on a road is near impossible... so this road is of sorts a dead end. All we have to go on from here is the animal tags marked with the Gabbiano's symbol. I can't think of anywhere else to look. If we find nothing there we can give a gem to each farmer so they can buy a new house, split the rest of the loot and host a banquet with all the pork monsters we have harvested. Not bad for two days work to be honest...

But I have naught better to do, shall we go andpay the Gabbianos a visit? If nothing else we can at least thank them for all the food they sent us.

 

[Systole]

Daylily shrugs -- or at least attempts to shrug. With a hundred and fifty pounds of wolf on his shoulders, the barbarian is clearly a bit strained. "Gabanyo is people who makes catch-release of birds? If we are only to say thank for dinner, then we cans going. But I am not want to make gift of these meats to Gabanyo. Is silly to gives up our dinners to bad hunter who let food runs away."

 

[jbear]

Relic smiles warmly and a chuckle escapes.

Agreed Daylilly. We can perhaps call in somewhere to have the meat stored while we visit the Gabbianos. Perhaps at a butcher? I don't know the city very well. I suspect the case is the same for you Daylilly. Quioan told me he was also new in town. Kazanto, well, no need to comment on the obvious. Hlaalen, you are perhaps the only one of us that knows the city and can suggest what to do with the meat.

In any case let's not waste any more time. Carrying all of that meat doesn't look very comfortable.

Relic turns on his heels and heads off down the road towards town.

 

[Qik]

"Hmm," says Quioan, scratching his chin. "I'm also confused as to how to progress. I suppose we could walk along the road a bit in the direction we've been traveling, but that certainly seems a bit of a shot in the dark. Perhaps checking in with house Gabbiano would be our best option..."

OOC: No idea how we should proceed, which seems to be the group norm. Open to any and all ideas.

 

[jkason]

The party continues to discuss its options as they travel down the road back to Venza. It's much slower going this time than last, between Daylily's load, Kazanto's naturally-slower slithering, and Relic's frequent stops to re-freeze the small bodies in his bag.

The overhang of trees provides decent shade, but the day continues to grow hotter and muggier, a fact which isn't aided as the wolf and pork start to smell and attract flies. It's a sweltering high noon when a few buzzards start to circle in the sky above.

The buzzards don't stick around long, though, as they see active and healthy creatures have already laid claim to the kill. They glide lazily back west as the party continues, and as their eyes wander, they notice where the buzzards seem to be congregating.

There's a small wagon ahead, and whatever's in it seems to be far more appealing and accessible to the carrion eaters, as large clumps of them have landed on and near it.

 

[jbear]

A gust of cold wind pick ups momnetarily piercing the heat and sending a shiver down Relic's spine. He stops in his tracks and observes the buzzards on the wagon for a moment.

Whatever or whoever is in that wagon is dead. I ... I ... I hope it is not our two farmer friends... Is it Quioan? Is that their wagon? If so ... I am sorry to say this Daylilly, but I hope they are eating boar and not peasant.

Relic readies his staff defensively and slowly begins to approach peering into the trees on either side of the road, expecting a sudden attack.

This feels like an ambush ... prepare yourselves.

OOC: Relic moves up in Total Defense searching the area on either side of the road for any signs of an ambush NB: Does that exist, total defense?

 

[Qik]

Quioan's mental complaints about the smell of Daylily's meat burden are interrupted by Relic's comments. Catching sight of the cart, he instinctively unshouldered his bow as he peered to get a closer look. "Hmm..." he mused, "let me see..."

OOC: Perception role to generally investigate, as well as try and identify if it is our patron's cart: 1d20+4=6 Not learning from that. Also readying my weapon.