Survival

Game Master J4RH34D

"Okay... then let's try it out!" he tells and gallops into the house and up the stairs.

"Shouldn't you wait until the pool is filled at least, little Jester?"

Jester had expected for someone to come along to try it out as they all helped building it. But he is too overexcited about it that he rushes on anyway and clatters over the ramp jumping off at full speed.

Fly: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
But all the enthusiasm doesn't help with the lack of ability.
Acrobatics: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (4) + 1 = 5
Damage NL: 1d6 ⇒ 3
"Ouch!" Jester voices as he lies in the muddy puddle on his back like a dung beetle.

Wolf stands up from where he sat on his haunches, and goes over to Jester. He nudges him with his muzzle, and it feels as though a humanoid would do an eyeroll in his place.

Jester rolls over on his legs, shakes the dirt off and shouts "Again!" and runs back into the house and up the stairs.
Fly: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12
Acrobatics: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (11) + 1 = 12

Jester comes shooting out from the roof along the ramp and again falls like a stone this time landing on his belly.
NL: 1d6 ⇒ 3

Lying in the mud feeling a bit dizzy.

Wolf made sure he sits in a relatively safe spot, and just looks at Jester's antics.

Lamb winces as he lands. "Ow. Are you ok, Jester?"

And right at that moment the bucket carried by the invisible servant turns over and empties into the pool, right over Jester's head.

Jester picks himself up and shakes him. Then he turns around to wait for the invisible servant to pour a bucket of water over his rear end too.
"It is okay. It would be even more fun if I would fly but these wings are too small. Does one of you want to try?"

As he is rinsed off he daddles out of the pond and pauses a moment to wait for the stars to stop rotating around his head.

"We don't have wings, little Jester." lamb states matter of factly.

"Yes? And mine don't help much. It's fun anyway!" Jester replies.

Lamb cocks her head at Jester, as if looking at him curiously.

Jester runs into the building, up the stairs and over the ramp again.
Fly: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (20) + 5 = 25

And he fliiiiieeeeeees!

Lamb looks at Jester as he jumps off again and makes a stellar glide. "What is... fun?" she asks him while he is still airborne

"Flying. Even if it's only short and down." Jester replies. But he must admit that it is even more enjoyable if one doesn't crash into the ground.

Lamb nods as if in understanding. "I am glad you are so satisfied with our project."

Jester looks a bit sad as he seems to be the only one having fun with the project.

Wolf is too nervous about the scent coming from the edge of the forest to really relax and enjoy the fun with Jester. He keeps his focus firmly there.

"Do you want to go and look what that thing is?" Jester asks Wolf.

"No." Wolf growls. "Just make sure it doesn't come this way"

"But if it comes, I'll run up and jump it from above!" Jester boasts.

"Good plan." Wolf growls. It doesn't even seem like he's kidding.

Jester runs inside the house again and up onto the ramp. But this time he lies down and stares at the forest like Wolf. But only to check regularly on Wolf if he is still doing that too.

Wolf spares a sidelong glance at Jester. He makes a strange guffawing noise, which might be construed as Wolf's way of laughing.

After a while Jester gets bored. He stands up shakes out his legs and asks. "There is nothing happening. How long do you watch this way?"

Wolf grins at Jester. "Enough waiting. I'm hungry. Was there any more meat, Little Lamb?"

Lamb just smiles as she watches Wolf run downstairs already.

"There is from that burrowing pig." Jester tells and follows wolf.

Sitting there, watching Wolf indulge on the meat he asks "What are we going to do now? Do we go someplace else to see if we can find a village with living people?" Jester asks.

Lamb walks into the room as Jester asks his question, and it is she that replies. "I think we should discover a bit more of our surroundings, but I think it would be better to do that with a full day ahead of us. You can keep practising your flying today, and we'll leave on the morrow for a small tour."

As the sun passes it's zenith there is once again a disturbance on the edge of the woods.
Trees shift and birds flutter as the beast in the woods leaves. Deciding that its time is better spent hunting elsewhere.

The smell lingers for a while yet and wolf can calm down by the time the sun is setting.

The town is dead. No wind blows through shutters, and no insects split the silence of the night.

Eventually the new day dawns as the sun rises and light shines through the boards on the windows.

Wolf crawls out of Lambs body at the first sign that she is stirring.
"Can we go? I'm bored."
The smokey creature shakes it shaggy mane.

"Where too? The woods?" Jester asks.

Lamb sits up, and says "Let's circle around the edge of the plateau first. We can see far and wide then."

"We're coming back, aren't we?" Jester asks. Once confirmed he leaves his box in the house and follows Lamb the way she suggested.

It turns out the plateau is not so much a plateau as a step up from the marsh before the mountains. Standing on the cliff edge a breeze carries the smell of the sea. The sun is warm against your face, the light bright in your eyes, reflected of the waves in the distance and the green canopy of the dense forest beneath you.

Looking to the West you can notice the stairs you climbed and the cliff curving around beyond the foot of the mountains.
Looks in the region of 3 miles

To the East lies a valley that cuts the cliff, with trees thick all the way to the rocky slopes where the mountains start to climb.
Running into the forest you can see what might have once been a path, and you can see where it snakes it's way up the valley side and curves around the foothills there. About 6 miles

Lamb looks around closely everywhere, but as there seems little to see she just walks onto the path in the forest and follows it. Jester's right - there might still be populated areas, and roads are the most reliable way of finding those.

Wolf trots along, constantly keeping a keen eye and nose out for danger and prey.

Perception checks all around!

The forest rises up towards you as you make your way to the path.
Half an hour passes as you walk. The going is slow until you meat with the path at the crest of the valley. What once might have been well kept is now overgrown and little more than a footpath for animals.

You can tell it will be another hour before you can reach the edge of the woods were the trail disappears into the dark beneath the canopy.

I will pause here to give you all a moment to talk to each other

Overlandflight someone?

Normally Jester would start complaining about all the walking. But he doesn't want to look like a baby in front of Wolf. "Are woods fun? Or are they only places for these ugly apes?" Jester asks as they move towards the trees.

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (14) + 1 = 15
"They can be full of all kinds of things. Some are wonderous, some are Dangerous or frightening. Many are all of that." Lamb answers.

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 7
Wolf doesn't hear Jester as he has just occupied himself by sticking his head down a rabbit hole - which seems to be long abandoned.

Jester prances around, circling Lamb, checking out what Wolf is after and having a good time. "Where will we get to at the end of the path?"
Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19

Lamb replies with a smile, and starts singing in her soft, feminine voice as she skips on into the forest.
"The road goes ever on and on, down from the door where it began..."

As the group continues the rest of the journey to the woods is uneventful.

Stopping on the edge of the woods, you look into a dark and shrouded place. The sun only reaches through the canopy in isolated shafts of light, and even those seem to be muted. The smell of damp assaults you as a stiff breeze blows down the path towards you, far too chill for the warm day.

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (8) + 8 = 16

Jester listens to the sound of the wind in the grass. "What door are you talking about?"

Perception: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (1) + 1 = 2
"The door? I'm not sure, it's from a verse from long ago. I think in this case, it would be the door of the house where we made the flying ramp." Lamb says. She calmly strokes her fingers over Jester's head as she walks by him.

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 20
Wolf pads along, overtaking both the quizically looking Jester and Lamb, making sure he gets petted as well when he passes her.

"There's little prey ahead. Something's... off." He warns.

Lamb runs her fingers through Wolf's shaggy mane, and asks "We must be on the lookout then, won't we?"

"If no one is there, doesn't that mean it is less dangerous?" Jester asks.