Berenkor moves closer to investigate, wary that this might be an ambush. He loads his heavy crossbow, then steps close to the man to inspect the situation.
Well... his loss our gain I suppose. Berenkor mutters as he puts the hand axe into his backpack to sell to Oleg at a later date.
Berenkor will search through the man's clothing and his possessions, hoping to find a clue as to who he might be.
"Caught by his own trap, it seems."
Perception:
"Did you find anything that might indicate who he was?" Harther asks Berenkor.
Perception: (used to aid another party member if possible)
Looking at the deadfall trap, then appearing to contemplate something, "Harther, this isn't the type of trap anyone would use to capture an animal is it? Could this be the fool that was setting the bear traps we found a few days ago?"
An examination of the man's possesions turns up little of value, but there is a cast iron bar strapped in a holster on his belt. Other than that the man has 5gp and 9sp in a pouch.
When you move on:
Perception:
"I think I may be onto something here." Karthas say holding the cast iron bar, "See here, the barbarian continues, pointing at letters etched in the bar a BO, just like we saw on the bear traps."
"I see it, too." Harther says, examining the bar in Karthas' hands. "And this is the type of tool used to pry open bear traps."
"Whoever this poor soul was, let's give him a proper burial. And let's fill in this pit so that no one else has an accident," Harther suggests.
Survival (Aid Rani - for the next Hex, if that's what we choose to do):
Survival (Aid Rani):
"Whoever this poor soul was, let's give him a proper burial. And let's fill in this pit so that no one else has an accident," Harther suggests.
Karthas nods in agreement and goes to begin filling in the pit with dirt, rocks and whatever else might be handy, but then briefly stops. "Harther, do you think this pit, since it was of his design, would be a suitable grave for him?"
Harther pauses, considering the irony. "It would seem that this was the same person who was setting the bear traps in places that would endanger - and possibly kill - other travelers. Perhaps it's only fitting that he dug his own grave."
"I do not know what happened here but this trap makes no sense, much like the bear traps ignorantly placed. It reminds me of an old saying of Erastil's: The difference between stupidity and genius is that genius has its limits."
"I am all for burying the fool where he fell," Eseldra says, adding his coinage to the party loot bag.
Survival for next hex:
"I do not know what happened here but this trap makes no sense, much like the bear traps ignorantly placed. It reminds me of an old saying of Erastil's: The difference between stupidity and genius is that genius has its limits."
Survival check to aid Rani (not that she needs it this time)
The first day of exploration goes extremely well, with the group blazing a trail and the sun filtering down through the trees, bringing much needed warmth and light to the forest floor. The Chartered Six waste no time marking game trails, and noting the Thorn River that flows from the west and exits the territory to the southeast.
Perception:
Perception:
Survival:
Perception:
The first day of exploration goes extremely well, with the group blazing a trail and the sun filtering down through the trees, bringing much needed warmth and light to the forest floor. As the Chartered Six continues on, they notice a relatively large clearing in the forest ahead.
"Ugh...what in the Nine Hells is that smell? Did something die in that clearing?"
Hadn't rolled one, so-
Oh Karthas, you haven't let wind AGAIN have you? Not that I smell anything, but i'll move a bit further away just in case...
"If it was me, would I be asking what that smell was? Hell, if that was my doing, I'd take pride in that." Karthas says with a grin.
"Whew! Whatever it is, it's pretty foul!" Harther says, waving his hand before his nose.
Well, it still bodes investigating. Onwards!
Well, it still bodes investigating. Onwards!
"Agreed. Let's go."
Tyr balks at the stench rising to his nostrils. Actually staggering back a little at the noisome odor reaching his senses. He looks on in disbelief at Berenkor and Karthas' enthusiasm.
Blinking, eyes watering slightly, at Rani, Eseldra and Harther he just shrugs and then moves to follow the adventurous pair onwards.
Noting Tyr's reluctance to get closer to the stench, "Come on, surely you've smelled worse than this before."
The Chartered Six enter the clearing and are met with quite a sight.
The clearing opens into a rough circle nearly three hundred feet across. A pair of hot springs at the source of the Skunk River exude the foul stench that reached the group well before their arrival. The water seems murky, but not overly so.
Before the river begins flowing in earnest, it pools in a pond around a hundred feet wide. Waves lap gently at the ponds edge, which is covered nearly all the way around with cattails and river grass.
Perception:
Noting Tyr's reluctance to get closer to the stench, "Come on, surely you've smelled worse than this before."
Tyr just frowns at Karthas' comment. "Having experienced far worse still doesn't mean I want to experience anything like it again." Tyr huffs in reply.
The pairs conversation completely distracting them from whatever dangers lurk in this odorous place....
Perception:
"Hsst!" Harther hisses as he raises a fist in warning to quiet the others. "There's something rustling in that thick plant growth there!" He draws his greatsword and points to the edge of the pond nearest the party.
Tyr waves his hand before his face...
"Yeah...and it's no guess as to what." He comments absently, still distracted by the stench around them.
"I swear, this odor is thick." He complains.
Perception:
Eseldra steps forward slightly. "I'll colour spray whatever comes out. Prepare to cover me."
Karthas draws his greatsword and moves into position to cover Eseldra.
Berenkor's heavy crossbow is suddenly in his hands, as he quickly loads a flaming bolt in it and keeps the crossbow ready to fire at any threats that arise from the clearing.
Suddenly, four frogs the size of large ponies burst from the brush with ear-splitting croaks and charge in the direction of the Chartered Six.
Too far away for Eseldra to get close and blast them with colour spray, so she lays a 10-foot square grease spell down right in front of the party, shouting out, "Laying down some grease. Let them charge us and fall."
Reflex DC 16 + whatever penalties you want if they are charging the party.