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[pfrpg] follow me into shadows
- Thread starter fireinthedust
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[sblock="Insight = 20"]Angus is not really a people person, so he surprises himself by actually noticing that the scholar is being evasive about the treasure. Not quite sure what to do with the information he decides to consult with one of the others later on.[/sblock]
Insight/sense motive on scholar (1d20+1=20)
Insight/sense motive on scholar (1d20+1=20)
SelcSilverhand
First Post
Keepiru frowns but drops the matter of the treasure. He wonders what the it might be, and imagining the possibilities will at least help pass the time while they travel. Not knowing what the beast may be bothers him as well, especially as he realizes his dream is not fading from his memory like most do. He gets up from the fire and moves to help the others break camp. With a bright, cold day to look forward to he is ready to get moving.
Herobizkit
Adventurer
Kain rose with a snort and a groan. His bedroll had not been kind to him, and he was clearly still irritated at his late arrival into last night's fray. "Any eggs?" he yelled to the camp in general as he started to collect his belongings.
At the mention of treasure, Kain's mood seemed to brighten, but only a little. "Well, whatever your treasure is, scholar, it's bound to be guarded by some terrible beast. I shall sever the monster's head in Gorum's name, then bathe in its blood!"
Kain took a single loud sip of his morning hot beverage, then nodded and grunted to accentuate the point.
At the mention of treasure, Kain's mood seemed to brighten, but only a little. "Well, whatever your treasure is, scholar, it's bound to be guarded by some terrible beast. I shall sever the monster's head in Gorum's name, then bathe in its blood!"
Kain took a single loud sip of his morning hot beverage, then nodded and grunted to accentuate the point.
rangerjohn
Explorer
Ragnor Drakechild
"Yes there are eggs, the question is who will cook them? Are you voluterring?""
"Yes there are eggs, the question is who will cook them? Are you voluterring?""
GlassEye
Adventurer
Sindri doesn't worry about pesky things like monsters. He never has and sees no reason to start now. In no time at all Sindri is ready to travel. Surely it helps having an extra pair of hands do all the heavy work for him. Jack, however, never complains. "So, which way are we headed, again?" Sindri asks.
grufflehead
First Post
Renya gently touches the scholar's arm, and nods at the map, enquiringly. Taking it from him, she moves over to Sindri and spreads it on the ground; before starting she pauses to look in Jack's direction, as if encouraging the troll-like creature to join them.
Once she has their attention, the young woman outlines to Sindri where the group are currently, and the proposed route to their destination. Knowing he will understand, her fingers are a blur of motion as she signs her intentions to him, and explains how some of the features on the unrolled sheet of vellum match the real terrain.
[sblock=Signs]
Renya and Jack scout ahead?
Take opposite sides
Warn grouo if intruders spotted
[/sblock]
[sblock=GM, GlassEye]I have no idea at all about this. Is it feasible to be able to make an animal call if you have no tongue? I'm thinking of a signal back to the group - an owl hoot or bird call. Renya has a whistle but that is more as an alarm and not intended for this sort of thing. If you think it's not reasonable, then she will tell Sindri that if she spots danger she will come back and warn the group; if he hears the whistle assume all hell has broken/is about to break loose![/sblock]
Once the three have finished their 'discussion' she rolls the map back up, and returns it to the scholar with a faint smile. Renya collects her things, and makes ready to leave
Once she has their attention, the young woman outlines to Sindri where the group are currently, and the proposed route to their destination. Knowing he will understand, her fingers are a blur of motion as she signs her intentions to him, and explains how some of the features on the unrolled sheet of vellum match the real terrain.
[sblock=Signs]
Renya and Jack scout ahead?
Take opposite sides
Warn grouo if intruders spotted
[/sblock]
[sblock=GM, GlassEye]I have no idea at all about this. Is it feasible to be able to make an animal call if you have no tongue? I'm thinking of a signal back to the group - an owl hoot or bird call. Renya has a whistle but that is more as an alarm and not intended for this sort of thing. If you think it's not reasonable, then she will tell Sindri that if she spots danger she will come back and warn the group; if he hears the whistle assume all hell has broken/is about to break loose![/sblock]
Once the three have finished their 'discussion' she rolls the map back up, and returns it to the scholar with a faint smile. Renya collects her things, and makes ready to leave
Herobizkit
Adventurer
Kain, Oracle of Battle
"I don't want your unpracticed hands ruining my morning eggs," said a surly Kain, throwing Ragnar a sour look. "Step aside and let a warrior create a warrior's feast!"
Unless someone who actually knows how to cook stops him, Kain will begin preparing eggs for the group.
<<OOC: Craft (Cooking) untrained - will wait to see if someone tries to stop him before rolling.>>
"I don't want your unpracticed hands ruining my morning eggs," said a surly Kain, throwing Ragnar a sour look. "Step aside and let a warrior create a warrior's feast!"
Unless someone who actually knows how to cook stops him, Kain will begin preparing eggs for the group.
<<OOC: Craft (Cooking) untrained - will wait to see if someone tries to stop him before rolling.>>
GlassEye
Adventurer
Sindri nods and follows along as Renja explains the path they plan to take. Jack also watches and much more closely and with more understanding than Sindri does. And while Sindri 'listens' he doesn't speak up. Finally, Jack does. "Renja think she and I should scout ahead, one on each side of the column." He looks specifically towards Angus seeking his approval (though he won't disregard comments or opinions from any of the others).
fireinthedust
Explorer
The scouts go out and come back quickly enough, having found... something.
The forest is cold, and filled with pine trees, and for a while obviously the northern half of a forest in Lastwall. However, a moment after seeing the first of the stone statues, timeworn and vine-covered designs still discernable, you feel as if you are transported to another time or place, somewhere more at home in a jungle or lost island rather than here.
The ruin is a large building with many pillars holding up a flat stone roof, rather than walls. The pillars and roof are covered in lichens, but the forest has yet to break them down despite obvious eons since the place was in use. It looks like some southern temple, transposed from an ancient time to now.
A large road proceeds into the forest, with its stone still inplace for some distance before the forest's earth and flora consumes it. It leads directly from the door of the temple, and out from it into the forest.
Along its path, and surrounding the temple, are many large granite markers. They're either pillars or statues, squared like blocks and about thirty feet tall, five feet on a side, and are shaped to look like great sea beasts, scaled giants with single large cat-like eyes on each side. You can't imagine what they could be, but they stand silent vigil agains the forest, and no trees have intruded past them; only when they stop does the forest claim the road.
The mule stops, and refuses to go forward.
Amazing... simply breath-taking. This... this is it! I've found it! The scholar's hands shake as he reaches into a pouch. He pulls out a pendant with an eye on it in amber, and holds it out for you. I can't go in, but one of you take this. It will let me see what you see, and I can do translations of texts if I get a look at them; whoever holds this will have to hold the eye up to the writing, though, so I can see. I'll be able to talk to you, and hear what you say to me, but I'll only be able to "see" whoever's wearing the pendant. Who's up for it?
The forest is cold, and filled with pine trees, and for a while obviously the northern half of a forest in Lastwall. However, a moment after seeing the first of the stone statues, timeworn and vine-covered designs still discernable, you feel as if you are transported to another time or place, somewhere more at home in a jungle or lost island rather than here.
The ruin is a large building with many pillars holding up a flat stone roof, rather than walls. The pillars and roof are covered in lichens, but the forest has yet to break them down despite obvious eons since the place was in use. It looks like some southern temple, transposed from an ancient time to now.
A large road proceeds into the forest, with its stone still inplace for some distance before the forest's earth and flora consumes it. It leads directly from the door of the temple, and out from it into the forest.
Along its path, and surrounding the temple, are many large granite markers. They're either pillars or statues, squared like blocks and about thirty feet tall, five feet on a side, and are shaped to look like great sea beasts, scaled giants with single large cat-like eyes on each side. You can't imagine what they could be, but they stand silent vigil agains the forest, and no trees have intruded past them; only when they stop does the forest claim the road.
The mule stops, and refuses to go forward.
Amazing... simply breath-taking. This... this is it! I've found it! The scholar's hands shake as he reaches into a pouch. He pulls out a pendant with an eye on it in amber, and holds it out for you. I can't go in, but one of you take this. It will let me see what you see, and I can do translations of texts if I get a look at them; whoever holds this will have to hold the eye up to the writing, though, so I can see. I'll be able to talk to you, and hear what you say to me, but I'll only be able to "see" whoever's wearing the pendant. Who's up for it?
