renau1g's Fort Belurian Adventure [Pathfinder]

The men next to you drop a rope ladder that Baelor uses to descend down the pallisade and drops into the muddy ground.

Anna is pondering Vernon's words.
 

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Baelor kneels in the mud, examining the tracks.


[sblock=Renau1g]
Baelor doesn't actually have the tracking feat/class ability, but I assume the prints are deep enough to follow anyway?
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[sblock=Rhun]
It'll be fine at first, but as you travel deeper into the jungle it'd be wise to have someone a bit more trained in nature. Too bad your ranger is at the bottom of the ocean.
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Mourn Braegan

[sblock=OOC]Sorry for the delay - hard for me to post from work.[/sblock]

Mourn listens carefully to Anna's words, and Vernon's. "I am also sorry for your loss. I have some experience with grief and loss myself, and with dealing with such things. If there is anything I can do to help you have but to let me know." He pauses briefly in case she wishes to respond, then continues. "In the meantime, I will also accept your word that you will do what you can to convince the Lord to allow us contact with the Grugach before he renders his judgement.

For now, our Dwarven friend is correct . . . we have a pressing matter to take care of for the safety of our brethren in the Flaming Fist."


With that, he also approaches and lowers him self down the rope ladder.
 

Rych

The wizard makes his way down the ladder and then turns his attention to the surrounding jungle as the others examine the tracks.
 

(OOC - Crikey you guys...this game's moving really fast. :))

Stoic as ever, Maighan silently absorbs the words and reactions of everyone around her, then makes a choice.

"We'll see to the thunder lizard. Please do what you can so we can be allowed to speak with them."

She urges Ragnar forward, and is lowered down. The great wolf sniffs around at the three-toed footprint almost as big is he is, then makes a weird chuffy whiney noise that's not quite a bark, nor a howl, but something in between.

"Lets stay together," the druid calls. "The jungle will be full of dangers for stray wanderers...especially ones trying too hard to watch the ground, and not all around."

(taking 10 on the tracking roll for now.)
 

Gnomiferous "Iffy" P. Quackenbush, Gnome Divine Sorcerer

"Just gonna desert the poor Gnome on top of this big wall, eh? Fine, then! I see how you lot are!" :p Iffy also climbs down, but not without much more whining, griping, and bitching.
 

"The tracks are easy enough t' follow now," says Baelor, pointing into the jungle with his axe. "But I imagine they will become harder t' follow as we travel."
 

With the group satisfied that Anna will go speak to Lord Henri, the heroes descend down the rope ladder and once down the guards pull the bridge up and one calls out "Good Luck!". Turning your attention back to the situation at hand you begin to follow the tracks.

The relatively flat terrain along the coast slowly gives way to the low, jungle-covered ridges seperated by small intermittent streams. Along with this change in terrain comes a gradual thickening of the undergrowth and noticeable increase in the number of insects, who've taken a liking to your flesh and have begun biting in increasing amounts. It's tough going, even on the path trampelled by the "dragon".

It appears that the dragon's route took it right past the center of the feeding spot for the jungle's monkey population. The ground here is littered with the remains of a jungle-fruit feast. The canopy above teems with the long-tailed creatures, every one of them leaping about and chattering loudly in protest over your intrusion.

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Perception checks please
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