[Pathfinder] Scotley's Kingmaker IC continued.

[SelcSilverhand]

The Prince remains mounted on Palerier and surveys the area from his higher vantage. "It is hard to see where they have gone. If we are unable to locate a trail we will have to fan out and form a beat line to try and flush them out."

Liam Perception (1d20+1=4)

 

[Scott DeWar]

OOC: the dice are against us

 

[Kaodi]

Pixie does not think that she is likely to find a decent trail left by the kobolds, given that they do not weight very much, but with a small sigh she decides to humour her companions anyway. The young woman dismounts searches the area to the east of the radish patch for tracks.

Once of twice she thinks she spots a way they might have gone, but on the whole she comes up with nothing. Heading back to her horse she climbs back into the saddle and remarks, "If by 'fan out' you mean 'search the entire stretch of land top to bottom' I would almost say you had a plan."

OOC: Survival (Track): 1d20+4=9

 

[Scott DeWar]

Brandelleon walks about looking for tracks, hoping to find something

1d20+5=11
[bah-humbug]

1d20+11=29
[ I should be able to find SOMETHING here]

 

[Scotley]

Prince Liam spots a trail first, but quickly determines that it leads to a clump of bushes where the Kobold farmers go to relieve themselves after excessive radish consumption. Kyria locates a much more promising trail leading South from the patch. Brandelleon confirms the finding as likely to be used by Kobolds. There are a few game trails used by other forest creatures who find the radishes desirable as well, but you are confident of having located the Kobold's pathway. It is still shy of noon at this point.

 

[Scott DeWar]

"South then?"

 

[Shayuri]

Kyria nods and shades her eyes as she gives the sun a quick peek. They'd not make it back before dark regardless now. A good thing the bandits were routed.

Now all they had to do was not anger the kobolds too much.

"South," she agrees.

 

[Deuce Traveler]

Rhote also agrees with Brandelleon, "Yes, brother. I'm with you. To the south."

 

[SelcSilverhand]

"Let us hope for a good reception, otherwise we will be up to our necks in angry lizards." He turns his mount and begins the trek South.

 

[Scott DeWar]

The druid shudders as he pictures a swarm of squirmy 6 inch lizards crawling all over him.

"Nnnnyyyyuckkk!"