The Faerie Woods [Knight Otu Judging]

[Dalamar]

Rodimus has a grim look on his face. He concentrates on listening, trying to hear a trace of the music of his prey.

 

[SlagMortar]

Nars points Gorefoot in the direction of his equipment. "A-any suggestions on what to do? Gorefoot, can you, ah, er, anyone follow Persef-fone's trail?"

 

[nimisgod]

Ishmael frowns, inwardly swallowing the wave of panick wrought by Persephone's disappearance.

"Let us organize a search. If those fae took the sorceress, it is likely that they used magick to spirit her away from us. I shall look about the area for traces of magick, if these can be found.

We should move in pairs and scan the immediate area, then return to this spot in an hour.

This forest is the home of our fae abductors. They probably secreted her in a place we cannot reach without a skilled tracker."

Without further ado, Ishmael stows his shield aside and chants the words to the detect magick diviniation.

 

[Patlin]

From this location, you cannot hear music. A low level of magic permeates the wood, but Ishmael senses nothing that could lead him towards persephone. The physical trail where Persephone appears to have been half carried/half dragged through the woods would be simple for any trained tracker to follow, and you might be able to follow it without such.

 

[IcyCool]

Gorefoot gathers his things. He spends a moment pondering whether he should take the time to change out of the gown of leaves and into his armor. Deciding that it would take too much time, he stuffs his armor into his pack, straps on his weapons, and heads back to Ishmael. Besides, he thinks to himself, this outfit makes me feel kinda tingly.

Nodding an agreement to Ishmael's wisdom, Gorefoot asks, "Who should I pair up with?"

 

[SlagMortar]

"First, ah, lets try to follow the, er, tracks." He gestures toward the broken sticks and scuffs in the turf with his sickle. With a downcast look, he says, "I'm no tr-tracker, though." He also sheathes his short sword and draws his cold iron dagger instead with a sheepish look. "Should have thought of that before." he mumbles into his beard.

 

[IcyCool]

"First, ah, lets try to follow the, er, tracks."

Gorefoot scans the ground, seeing where he was being drug and trying to find evidence of Persephone's passage.

OOC: Survival +2 (Hey, he's not a great tracker )

 

[SlagMortar]

Nars tries to help point out any traces he sees. "Ah, is that a track?". "Here's a broken stick."

[SBLOCK]OOC: Aid another for Gorefoot's track. Survival +0. I can imagine few things as annoying as someone with no skill helping you track, so if I won't feel bad Gorefoot decides to punch him. [/SBLOCK]

 

[nimisgod]

"I suppose that thou and I should form our own group, Rodimus" Ishmael smiles nervously. Springing to his mind is the odd aura that he had sensed from the half-orc a while back. Still, Rodimus had been nothing but loyal during their adventures.

Ishmael keeps these thoughts aside as he focuses on his spell.

 

[Dalamar]

Rodimus nods at Ishmael, though he isn't exactly happy about teaming up with a paladin of all things.