Master of Jade, Mistress of Iron - a World of Conclave adventure

Voda Vosa

First Post
"I concur; Mal, your expertise in that terrain makes you our appointed guide and leader. We stand ready" Hang states, lowering his head slightly in the direction of the bowman.
 

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Dr Simon

Explorer
The small group hacks its way through the undergrowth, keeping the mountain in view as best they can. After what feels like an age they come to a cleared area, where something has previously made a track. It leads towards the mountain, where it looks like some kind of building is carved into the mountainside.
 

Voda Vosa

First Post
"Seems our prey has some sort of refuge. We'll have to storm it, come on, press forward!" Hang says, confident in their success, even without knowing their odds.
 

GlassEye

Adventurer
Blue Eye Bellows, shaman

Blue feels the hunting instinct, the feral bloodlust, of the wild wolf spirit quicken his pulse. He is ready to follow Hang down the trail. The pensive disdain of his ancestor and the worry of the mattoo spirit bound to him are only peripheral and he hardly notices over the pounding of his blood.

"Yes! Let us go, and quickly!"

[sblock=MiniStats][size=+1]Blue Eye Bellows[/size]
Initiative: +1
AC: 14 (touch 11, flat-footed 13)
HP: 30 Current: 22 [15 nonlethal]
CMB: +4 CMD: 15 Fort: +2 Ref: +2 Will: +5
Speed: 30 ft.

Current weapon in hand: spear
--Spear +4 (1d8+4 /x2)
Conditions in effect: none

Spirit's Advice: 5/5 remaining
Artificer's Touch: 5/5 remaining

Shaman Spells
1st level: 2/2 per day (DC 13)
animate rope, detect spirits, enlarge person, hunter's howl
0th level: unlimited (DC 12)
create water, detect magic, guidance, light, spark
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Maidhc O Casain

Na Bith Mo Riocht Tá!
[section]

"Right!" Mal replies, and moves immediately forward. He's got an arrow knocked and ready, and he eyes the mountain face and it's building warily as he approaches.​
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Malachite the Unfettered
 

Dr Simon

Explorer
Approaching the mountain, the trail widens and has evidently been maintained by someone or something. The buildings look carved into the cliffside, covered in worn carvings, and it looks like the trail switch-backs up to them. As the path climbs upwards it comes to a row of skulls on posts that cross over it and seem to stretch away into the undergrowth to the left and right. Some are animal, some humanoid, and all are in various stages of decay from clean bone to those that still have ragged fly-blown meat hanging from them.
 

Voda Vosa

First Post
Hang raises his eyebrows. "Encouraging..." he notes. His determination seems grimmer if possible. "Shoot to kill, don't pull your strike. It will be killing of dying, who knows what manner of savages inhabit this forsaken island..."
 

GlassEye

Adventurer
Blue Eye Bellows, shaman

Blue nods taking Hang's warning to heart. He shifts his grip on his spear to one more suited to combat than to travel.

"You don't have to tell me twice."

Keeping alert he moves on down the trail.

[sblock=MiniStats][size=+1]Blue Eye Bellows[/size]
Initiative: +1
AC: 14 (touch 11, flat-footed 13)
HP: 30 Current: 22 [15 nonlethal]
CMB: +4 CMD: 15 Fort: +2 Ref: +2 Will: +5
Speed: 30 ft.

Current weapon in hand: spear
--Spear +4 (1d8+4 /x2)
Conditions in effect: none

Spirit's Advice: 5/5 remaining
Artificer's Touch: 5/5 remaining

Shaman Spells
1st level: 2/2 per day (DC 13)
animate rope, detect spirits, enlarge person, hunter's howl
0th level: unlimited (DC 12)
create water, detect magic, guidance, light, spark
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Maidhc O Casain

Na Bith Mo Riocht Tá!
[section]

Mal forces himself to relax his grip on his mighty longbow as his tension ratchets up a notch with Hang's words. Easy, lad. Too tense and you'll spoil your shot . . . just relax and let it flow naturally . . . shooting's a process, not an event.
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Malachite the Unfettered
 

Dr Simon

Explorer
The trail winds up to the cliff village, towards blocky buildings given a sinister sheen due to the dark volcanic pumice that they are carved from, directly into the side of the mountain. As the trio approaches they see that they are being watched, by ragged-looking humans that peer from windows, doorways and rooftops, but duck out of sight whenever they are looked at directly. Some carry primitive spears, but no-one makes a hostile move. Yet.
 

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