Examining the rap to remove it from the cord, Rodalas realizes that this cord may attach to another mechanism of this trap. That realization comes just a fraction too late as a second part of the trap reveals itself. Ice sickles rain down from the tree canopy above dropping short pointy ice daggers all over.
As Baldrick knocks the boot away, he notices that the now right side up boot has been sealed closed and even though the boot is not attached to anything, it bounces and wiggles of its own accord a few times after being settled.
Oblivious to the falling ice and the jumps and cries of his companions, Baldrick picks up the boot, frowns at it That's not what boots look like..., and attempts to pull out whatever is sealing it.
Turq leaps out of the way, coming up his breath visible from exertion in the cold!
EDIT: Shaking his head, the warrior looks back to see if everyone is okay, Now, I am starting ta get upset...
In case I do
"Argh!" cries out Emmet as he gets hit by the two-step trap.
Umikh looks up just as the ice daggers drop down, unfortunate for him!
Noticing Baldrick fiddling with the boot part of the trap, he exclaims I think this thing is meant for us, not bears!
With a warning shout, Mир flings his heavy cloak above himself.
The dwarven cleric is not fast enough to avoid the icicles, and is badly skewered - "Damned be this trap!" - he roars, still standing, but spitting blood.
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The dwarven cleric is not fast enough to avoid the icicles, and is badly skewered - "Damned be this trap!" - he roars, still standing, but spitting blood.
The eladrin will simply look at Turq with the Hmm Mmm, look.
Turq rolls his eyes, Good luck making icicles grow exactly where ye want, elf.
Eladrin, human. Eladrin. the eladrin replies.
Turq grins broadly, There's a difference?
Oooooh there's a difference. But let's get away from this durn thing!
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While bleeding from his arm, the large humanoid looks to each of his companions with concern and looks over thier wounds.
Pulling at the leather flap that sealed the boot top, Baldrick finds a small creature inside the boot looking back at him. Only about a hand tall wearing a white mask, it resembles a doll but moves of its own accord. Looking up at Baldrick, it shys back into the boot timidly.
Rodalas is now sure the trap has been fully sprung. A devious trap to be sure, but the area appears to be safe for now.
"This deviousness should be a warning to us... Perhaps we should take a moment to rest and tend to our immediate wounds before proceeding further. It wouldn't help to come to negotiate looking all bloody and weak..." offers Emmett.
Startled, Baldrick quickly moves the boot away from his face, out to arms-length. He almost drops it before curiosity takes hold - inching the boot slightly closer, he ventures: "Hel... hello? Who are you?"
Flicking his eyes up to whichever of his companions is turned his way, Baldrick stage-whispers: "There's someone in this boot!"
Seeing his friends winded and hurting, Turq relents, Let us take a rest, but keep an eye out. We do not know if we have alerted them to our presence...
Umikh looks over Baldrick's shoulder at the small creature, curious to see what it is and if it answers him.
Utterly fascinated by the little creature, Baldrick hardly registers what Turq says. Poking a thick finger over the lip of the boot, he speaks to it in a low, soft voice: "Hello little... uh... chwinga-person. Would you like to be my friend?"
"Great idea to stop. I feel the air in my lungs stinging from the cold. Just a few minutes... Yes. Now, about those Goblins, how do we wish to approach them? Should we appear peaceful, yet powerful? I'm not sure if we can do that though..."
Turq frowns a little as he tries to recall all the information that they were given, Well, Mother Tusk mentioned some 'long legs' along with others smaller nasty critters, that I assume are goblins. If the long legs are hobgobs or bugbears, it's likely we'll be drawn into a fight. If we are lucky, the long legs are tribesmen and women, and in that case approaching from a position of strength will likely lead to some leverage in negotiation. At least, that is me hopes...
"Whatcha have there Baldrick?" - Aggrammar strains to see.
Emmett turns to Baldrick and Aggrammar: "Wait- You weren't kidding? You've talking about boots over and over again. I thought you had some kind of fixation... Perhaps you do... Well, you say there's a person in your boots. Well, that's... different, yes! What is the name of your boot-friend? Chwinga is it? Nice to meet you Chwinga!" says Emmett, trying not to disrupt Baldrick's episode.
Glancing up at Emmett with a smile: "Ha! The Lieutenant he'd always say: 'a good pair of boots would carry you when all else..." and here a tremor has woven its way into his voice and hands, "*hem* when all else has failed.'"
Returning his focus to the chwinga, Baldrick adds, quietly: "Anyways, I was always pretty good at fixin' stuff - kept them boots goin' on our longer marches. Most o' the rest o' tha gear too; long's I could, anyway"
"I see... It makes sense that you bonded with your boots, yes? Felt a special connection... Yes... Perfectly makes sense..." Emmett replies and gives a knowing look to the others.
Mир looks at his assembled allies with profound confusion.
Creatures, such as fey, are not always what they appear to be. he says stoically.
Rick, Turq calls out, Are ye ready ta move on? Ye can bring yer little friend with us...
After some time of coaxing and space, the Chwinga emerges from the boot. It never speaks but you get the sense from its actions that it is great full to be free. It’s stays near Baldrick for the duration of the short camp climbing through his beard and rummaging through his gear playfully but when the others become active and showing signs of leaving the nature spirit disappears I back into the woods.
Baldrick can sense a connection to this forest now. The wind blowing through the trees, the snow weighing on their boughs. The crunch of undisturbed snow upon the ground as creatures move through.
Picking up the trail you’d been following, the party comes to another obstacle. The path you’re following runs directly through the center of an enormous oak that’s been felled and its trunk hollowed to form a tunnel. The tree, 80 feet long and 5 feet in diameter, bridges a 60-foot-wide ravine. The ravine is at least 20 feet deep with steep sides that look difficult to climb. Walking around the ravine doesn’t look like it’d be easy, adding hours to your journey.
Perfect place for an ambush he states.
Umikh looks around but doesn't see anything that looks like a trap. Well we gotta cross this here tree over the ravine either way, best just to get on with it, yes?
Perception to see if he notices anything out of the ordinary or a TRAP
Emmett stays at the back as the group proceeds forward. Nearing the hollow tree, he frowns and nods at Rodalas, peering around them: "Are we in a hurry? So far, there's been nasty traps, with two layers even, but thankfully no one around to pick us out after... This might be different, trap and ambush..."
Aye, keep yer eyes peeled... Turq tests the sturdiness of the hollowed log...
The eladrin will draw his bow.
As the others follow the trail, Baldrick spends a lot of time gazing up at the trees and listening to the sounds of the forest, often letting out small gasps as he notices something new, or murmuring to himself: "Lookit them trees! They just go up - and where do they even come from?! Hey Mир! Looka that one - looks like it's carved outta stone."
While the others test the tree and check things out, Umikh looks up to see what Baldrick is staring at, but sees only trees. He shrugs and pats Baldrick on the back, happy for him and his newfound wonder, even if Umikh doesn't share it.
So, is it safe then? We should get going while we discuss what we're gonna do. He looks to Emmett who seems to have put the most thought into it.
Mир carefully studies the surroundings and the tree, clearly surveying possibilities.
After last trap, Aggrammar simply stands watch, just in case...
and will nock ab arrow.