Mark of the Raven, Chapter 1 - 'Convergence'

[jkason]

Galec Setou, shifter cleric

Galec crouches by the body, fingers delicately moving fabric, eyes narrowing as he regards the corpse.

"These marks look like claws, but they're too ... precise for the kind of big animal you'd think would take down an armed man."

He frowns, looking up to his fellows.

"I'm not sure this was a wild attack at all. These wounds are deeper than I'd expect, as if the intention was to make sure the hobgoblin bled out. I'd think a wild predator would want its prey dead as quickly as possible, not slowly falling to blood loss."

 

[Azaar]

Farsis Nightshadow -- Ranger 1 / Warlock 1

"Whoever... or whatever... it was, they wanted this hobgoblin to suffer." Farsis says quietly as he looks over the area in general, searching for tracks other than those left by the party. "And I'm sure the carrion-eaters flying above are suffering because we're depriving them of time spent picking at the corpse for the juiciest bits."

[sblock=Kishin]Survival check in conjunction with Track feat to find any tracks that might identify who or what is responsible: DC 20 (1d20+5=20)[/sblock]

 

[MrCjeli]

Denihade, Changeling Beguiler
Horat shoots an anxious glance at Farsis and begins to speak quickly out the side of his mouth, "I don't know why we're presuming those birds of prey or whatever they are aren't what did this. Maybe all the wounds along the 'ead indicate an attack from above. I say we seek cover or at the very least get moving." The young man looks to each of his companions, waiting to see if anyone shares his opinion.

 

[Hanuman47]

Wen

Wen keeps pace with his companions, occassionally passing a word or two with Galec or Ixen. For the most part, he watches the clouds. So engrossed is he that he nearly trips over the hobgoblin corpse. He eyes it curiously, but with only casual interest, until Galec and Farsis voice their speculations. "You mean, someone deliberately caused this creature to suffer?" He blushes, realizing almost immediately how naive his remark must sound. To cover his embarrassment, he makes a big show of scanning the surrounding terrain for potential threats.

Spot check (@+5) = 17