The summoner also looks about for any clues or threats.
Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24
Does Narissa recognize the make of the pistol? Iron is an awful substance to make a pistol out of, it deforms too easily.
They are just standard pistols. Ugly iron is just creative license.
Jace and Davin notice that there is something off about the placement of weapons on the ground. It's unlikely that they would have ended up in that position from just falling off the wagon.
Do the pistols both point a certain direction? Like it was used as a marker, maybe?
The hair on the back of Jace's neck stands up and he warns No way those weapons fell like that. Its a trap. Lets just move around and past them. Alert he begins to do just that.
"Damn stupid trap." Narissa comments, and looks around again. "Doesn't mean we can avoid the trap though, someone put them there, and they have to be watching... Are they onto us?"
Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15
I have voted. These weapons are not our mission.
Doc wiped the mud off his chest with patient exasperation and followed Davin's lead. As he moved he closed his coat, buckled the high collar, put his plague mask on and raised his hood. A minute later no skin was exposed.
Going wide is fine with me.
You decide to by pass the over turned cart and carry on your journey. Sometime later, you begin to hear the distant sound on snapping branches and falling trees. The sound continues to grow louder and louder as something large and vicious smashes its way through the jungle towards you. Grabbing some cover, you await its arrival.
As it approaches, you hear metallic grinding and the thumpof heavy footsteps.
Eventually you see a huge iron golem lumbering through the forest, missing its head from what looks like a combination of magical rust and an explosion. It leaks black oil that seems to have motes of white light floating inside it. As you watch, it bumps into a tree and swings wildly at it. The force of its blow causes the trunk to explode in a shower of splinters and the tree topples with a crash.
Davin's eyes grow wide at the sight of the golem demolishing the tree. He turns to the others, and presses a finger to his lips. He then mimes a movement to convey running away quietly.
Leading by example. And trying to get the heck out of here without waking the sleeping giant.
Stealth: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15
Thinking it best to avoid the rampaging construct and even seeing it as a valuable distraction Jace nods and motions in a circular pattern that the group should circle around the thing, giving it a wide birth. At Davin's request for silence he nods agreement and begins to move as quietly as he can
Stealth: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11
Doc hated the thing on site. An soulless smoke-belching automaton created only to destroy the natural beauty of the world. He wanted it destroyed.
He was not an idiot though. This was not the mission, nor a battle he could hope to win.
He followed the others giving the thing a wide berth.
Stealth: 1d20 ⇒ 17
Sorry everyone, new contract, and I have to drive 4 hours to reach it Monday and 4 hours to get home Friday. Was sick Thursday, so all in all, sucky week. Should get better next week, and the week after. Got a hotel room for the whole month now, so I can drive in on Sunday nights and back on Saturday mornings, meaning I'll get more rest and not have any more 14 hour days. Had 33 hours Wednesday evening before getting sick.
Stealth: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22
And once again, despite her size, Narissa vanishes from both sight and hearing into the bushes.