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<blockquote data-quote="Manbearcat" data-source="post: 6633795" data-attributes="member: 6696971">Otthor finds signs of a pair of Ice Trolls investigating the death of the one you slew earlier and signals to you their movements so you're able to avoid them.&nbsp; The rations required for the journey are sparing.&nbsp; When you pass the area of the Fey Crossing, there is no evidence of transit by any further Winter Fey.&nbsp; Finally, being so well practiced moving through natural surroundings, you have little trouble blazing the trail and obscuring the tracks of your party simultaneously.&nbsp; Nonetheless, the trek to the interior is cold, dark, and unforgiving as bleary eyes and weary legs require rest.&nbsp; When you near your destination, there is a precarious choice to be made.&nbsp; The hunters of the Coldland barbarian tribes have selected well-protected land for their lodge.&nbsp; It is a depression situated on a flat, 3-acre meadow with 1/4 of it overlooking a cliff leading to a sure-death fall to the &quot;lowland&quot; interior below.&nbsp; You must descend some 80 feet to gain entrance/egress.&nbsp; It is accessible via a very inviting, yet sharply descending path that bends around much of the exterior of the bowl.&nbsp; Even in the dark of night, you can see that this narrow path is a setup.&nbsp; Rigged hazards, tripwires with contained deadfalls primarily but also &quot;false edges&quot; leading to a nasty fall, are everywhere.&nbsp; Attempting to navigate it alone, let alone with such a large group would be ballsy.The other is a straight climb down the 80 feet face.&nbsp; It is immediately obvious to you that the hunters navigate this cliff face when they access and exit this place.&nbsp; The lead woman whose husband is one of the hunters whispers to you.&nbsp; &quot;...I have no knowledge of this place.&nbsp; But my husband is a master of faconry as I believe all the hunters to be.&nbsp; The primal spirit of the land is strong with them.&nbsp; They can speak to their beasts.&nbsp; It is likely they have eyes on us now or will soon.&nbsp; The birds fly with terrible speed and attack with ferocity.&nbsp; I have seen them tear the brain from a snow musk deer through its eyes and fly off before the creature knew it was dead...&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Manbearcat, post: 6633795, member: 6696971"] Otthor finds signs of a pair of Ice Trolls investigating the death of the one you slew earlier and signals to you their movements so you're able to avoid them. The rations required for the journey are sparing. When you pass the area of the Fey Crossing, there is no evidence of transit by any further Winter Fey. Finally, being so well practiced moving through natural surroundings, you have little trouble blazing the trail and obscuring the tracks of your party simultaneously. Nonetheless, the trek to the interior is cold, dark, and unforgiving as bleary eyes and weary legs require rest. When you near your destination, there is a precarious choice to be made. The hunters of the Coldland barbarian tribes have selected well-protected land for their lodge. It is a depression situated on a flat, 3-acre meadow with 1/4 of it overlooking a cliff leading to a sure-death fall to the "lowland" interior below. You must descend some 80 feet to gain entrance/egress. It is accessible via a very inviting, yet sharply descending path that bends around much of the exterior of the bowl. Even in the dark of night, you can see that this narrow path is a setup. Rigged hazards, tripwires with contained deadfalls primarily but also "false edges" leading to a nasty fall, are everywhere. Attempting to navigate it alone, let alone with such a large group would be ballsy. The other is a straight climb down the 80 feet face. It is immediately obvious to you that the hunters navigate this cliff face when they access and exit this place. The lead woman whose husband is one of the hunters whispers to you. "...I have no knowledge of this place. But my husband is a master of faconry as I believe all the hunters to be. The primal spirit of the land is strong with them. They can speak to their beasts. It is likely they have eyes on us now or will soon. The birds fly with terrible speed and attack with ferocity. I have seen them tear the brain from a snow musk deer through its eyes and fly off before the creature knew it was dead..." [/QUOTE]

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