A few hours later, the dense undergrowth starts to give way -- gaps in the forest canopy can be seen, and a light rain begins to fall. The thick gray clouds have obscured the harsh sun and given a welcome respite to those walking in heavy armor, although the appearance of ridges and hills has not made the journey any easier.
The small scorpions still are ever present in the jungle -- on many occasions they have dropped from above when the leaves they were perched upon have been disturbed -- causing a sense of paranoia in those with aversions to vermin.
Ganyon leads you on a makeshift path through the undergrowth as you climb what appears to be a ridge. The guide stops short and gives a "
Whoa".
"Crikey -- almost lost me feet der." He says.
As you get closer to him, you realize the cause of his exclamation -- a sheer cliff with a drop of roughly 150' to the jungle floor immediately before his feet. In the distance you can hear the sound of what would seem to be a waterfall.
"Luuk at dat!" Ganyon says pointing to the jungle floor past the cliff.
[sblock=Spot DC 10]As you follow his pointing finger, you see what appears to be several scorpion tails poking out above the brush below. Even at this distance, you can tell that they would probably be over 15 feet tall or so, judging upon the height of the undergrowth.
Your group is about 150' up and 200' horizontally away from the grouping of scorpions[/sblock]