Voadam
Legend
The party presses on, Rooth tracking and Weylan scouting ahead. The vore as Gravan names it does not pursue, seemingly content that none continue up into the tree it was lairing in.
The day passes as you head down this smaller side track occasionally traversing small debris brush on the trail and patches of squishy mud which reveal tracks consistent with the large wolf-like worg mounts favored by goblins.
It is approaching evening when Rooth finds evidence of a tussle, broken branches, torn up mud, and crisscrossing tracks. Blood spilled onto the ground in places and drag marks lead further down the path.
Weylan and Rooth both catch the scent of a wood fire and some roasted meat as the wind shifts.
The day passes as you head down this smaller side track occasionally traversing small debris brush on the trail and patches of squishy mud which reveal tracks consistent with the large wolf-like worg mounts favored by goblins.
It is approaching evening when Rooth finds evidence of a tussle, broken branches, torn up mud, and crisscrossing tracks. Blood spilled onto the ground in places and drag marks lead further down the path.
Weylan and Rooth both catch the scent of a wood fire and some roasted meat as the wind shifts.