The oregon trail, how it came to be

Game Master DEWN MOU'TAIN

Anatoly nods to Isabella, then turns back toward the waiting darkness.

Any chance we can get some kind of map-ish sort of thing?

William grins at the others and draws his bowie knives from thier sheaths on his belt. "Well lets get at it then."

Pocketing some of the oil bottles, Henry picks up the lantern. "It is decided then, onwards to gold and glory"

edit* ive made the map. its at the top of the page.

Saul grins and shakes his head. "The lot of you are crazy." The grin widens as he twirls the tomohawk once. "After you, Anatoly."

"Shall we retrace our steps to where we killed the last one? We could search as we go, certainly be better than our mad dash!"

Anatoly nods enthusiastically , "Little coin has spoken! But you have correct thinking, Henry Bradley, we must be me-thod-ic-al. A good word, da?" With a proud look for the large english word he knows, Anatoly turns back to the path they previously took following the grimlock the first time.

Turning back to the others once more he asks, "Can any of you make map of rooms? It will be nice if not become lost."

"Now that is something, I can definitely help with. I left my mapcase with my things upstairs as it is a little large, but let me just find my journal and i can sketch the basics for a full scale map later. "

Rummaging in his bag, Henry pulls out a fairly new journal and a pencil and starts to sketch.
Craft (Cartography): 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21

" Luckily I had just started a new one, right then, shall we explore. "

William nods his head and sheathed his knifes as he walks over to the remains of the fallen warriors and begins to look around.

Perception: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (13) + 0 = 13

Isabella joins William, her Elven eyes eagerly seeking tracks she might follow to where the grimlocks came from -- and where the lone survivor fled.

Survival 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12

you dont see much in the way of sign. this applies to both william and isabella

"Almost would need a bloodhound to follow 'is scent in this muck." Saul mutters grimly.

Anatoly looks about, searching for some small sign of the Grimlock's passing.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25.

Suppose I could have rolled to help. Aiding Anatoly: perception dc10 to aid: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (6) + 7 = 13

hey guys, im taking today and tomorrow off from this. my mind is fried from the last week of work and school. need some veg time. see you monday!

Cheers .. see you then.

William assist.

Survival:1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23

top of the page, where it shows a brief description of the campaign, it says map of area. that is the map of the area

looking around inside the large chamber with the statue, Anatoly picks up on a slick scrap mark upon the ground. looking closer at it, he sees that it repeats itself heading towards the massive hall.
Following the trail, he sees that it goes both up and down the hall, out of sight of the unique light source.
Heading to the limit of the light, Anatoly sees that it also splits off, and heads into the room where they killed the three other grimlocks.

Take the other path.

Yup.