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Brolof, I thought you were a fine GM. Please don't feel discouraged to run a game again some time. I don't think that all of the PCs gelled in the beginning, but that could have made for some good roleplay. But it also might have contributed to people tapping out, whether intentionally or not. Thanks for the game, all.
"These evil fey are worth watching out for, but I'd prefer to not get sidetracked from our current goal of investigating who is singing. Perhaps it's these nuglubs singing? I say we keep on this path."
Some have definitely gone up and down that passage at least once.
Silently, Carwel holds up the nuglub hair so that everyone can see.
Carwel looks over the tunnel, looking for any reason they might want to follow the stream.
If there's nothing interesting about the stream or the tunnel around it, he'll advocate for continuing along the path that crosses the stream.
"I'm happy to scout ahead, but I don't know how it will benefit us. The way forward is fairly apparent, and if one of us is caught separated from the others, they may be in trouble."
"It seems obvious to me that we should investigate the singing," Carwel murmurs. "SQ--" Intrepid's caw is cut short by Carwel's grasping hand around his beak.
"Oh! I hadn't thought of that. I don't have the opportunity to flee much. "Up seems fine to me." Carwel bows theatrically to whomever is first in the marching order, with his arms indicating they should take the lead up the stairs.
"It looks like he took pains to conceal his tracks. I can't see anything. "However, since we haven't seen the tracks of anything else, I hesitate to say that he was following anything. He perhaps came in here to explore? Which way seems most interesting? Up or down seems more worthy of exploration to me."
"Well, there's still only one way to go forward at this point."
"I could have told you that...Idiot." Carwel looks at Richard like the investigator is the idiot. "That's unnecessary and detrimental to working together. Between your insults and your pretending like you don't realize they're insults, I'm not impressed at all." "SQUWARK!" Carwel glances at his vulture as he follows Glim into the cave. "Indeed."
Lowered arrow still nocked on his bowstring, Carwel has remained silent while others more inclined to talk to this fey do so. As much as he loves hunting, man or beast, he has no desire to kill something not his prey. He also doesn't want it to try and kill him if he turns his back on it, either.
Oh, jeez. Good luck.
Carwel pulls his bowstring and take aim, but holds his fire as his desire to respond to a threat wrestles with his curiosity... and loses. He lowers his aim and calls out, "What even are you?"
Having come back after he saw the cave, Carwel draws an arrow and nocks it once he realizes that the coin was an illusion. "The same thought has occurred to me. And a coin isn't meant to bait an animal, obviously. "Bran's tracks go into a cave behind the falls. Is there more to explore with the pond?"
The tracks seem to go around the outside edge of the pond, towards the waterfall. "Let's at least follow the tracks until they end and see if we can determine why they go to the waterfall." Carwel moves in that direction.
"Not everything leaves tracks," Carwel ruminates. "Many druids can move through the brush without a trace, for example." "SQUWARK!" Carwel sighs and responds to Intrepid. "Yes, birds leave very few tracks. Be quiet." "And Bran had a cougar with him. Perhaps he was tracking something by scent. The only way to know is to find him before he meets a grisly fate. "Before we commit to having a debate or placing the burden of this decision on one person, is there anyone here who wants to follow the Nuglubs? If we are all or mostly all in agreement to follow Bran's tracks, I think we'd be okay doing that."
"I thought his mother said he could handle most things out here. Maybe this is staged?" "My mother has a very high opinion of my capabilities, also," Carwel says distractedly as he helps scan the area for any other useful information.
"SQUWARK!" Carwen glances at his avian companion, perched on the back of his equine one. "No, she doesn't think much of you, sorry." If there's nothing to keep the group in this area, he will recommend that they follow the tracks along the river. "While I would like to know whatever it is that was dragged away, finding Bran is an objective for us."
Carwel heads back to the tracks he found and tries to follow them.
I bought 20 arrows.
The biggest issue is that suggest course of action relies on Carwel, and I rather not take control of his character if I can help it. Thanks, I appreciate that, but I'm good with the executive decision since we were at a standstill.
"If your opposition isn't too great, Carwel, we could ride your horse back and it would make the trip seem like nothing. I could ride behind you?" "We move at the speed of pig, I'm afraid, so Abraham isn't going to make us travel any faster. "Unless you're talking about splitting up, in which case, I'll stay here and follow Bran Groangut's trail a ways. I'll make sure to have any of us who don't travel to town back here four hours after you leave."
Richard starts to pack up. "A few of us need to go back to the village and buy cold Iron weapons. We should pool our money and buy whatever they have." He nods to Scarlet. "You should do the negotiations." "What sort of cold iron weapons do you think a town this remote is going to have? And what sort do we need? If the town has cold iron-headed arrows, that might be worthwhile for you and me, but that's going to clear out our funds very quickly. We might just be stuck with regular steel arrows, imp fists, bird talons, and whatever magic we can bring to bear. "If you think that you'll want to get up close, my rapier is cold iron, and you are more than welcome to borrow it."
Seeing Carwel pause to analyze the markings further, Glim asks, "Did you find something?" "I did! I found tracks that are just a few days old, so we could try following them. They follow the stream into the wood." When (if) Richard brings the tuft of hair he found back to the campsite, Carwel will take notice. If it matches the hair he found next to the tracks he found, he'll say so.
Hey, sorry for my lack of posting. I check the forums a few times a day, and I rely on the new post notifications on my profile's Campaigns tab. For some reason, the notifications for this campaign stopped showing up for me.
"SQUWARK!" "No, you don't have a snout. You have nares on your beak, and that's okay. "Also, you've probably never smelled a truffle before in your life." Carwel stops talking to Intrepid and readjusts his seat on Abraham. As he settles the reins and his rump, he turns to address the others. "Now, this Bran Groangut was said to have followed his trail here. We brought Bones, here, to help us find truffle locations. It occurs to me that unless there are truffles along this stream, following the stream and scouting truffle locations are possibly conflicting goals. "Let's endeavor to keep the good pig safe in case following this stream doesn't lead us to our prey and we need to search the woods downhill. "Now, if you'll excuse me for a moment..." Carwel dismounts and walks ahead a ways to see if he can detect any tracks that this other hunter might have left.
Carwel will help Scarlet up as he absently wonders if the pig ever chases his own tail.
Carwel dismounts and hurries over, trying to calm the pig.
"Woah there, piglet! Ms. Gray, it looks like your stash of truffles has been discovered!" Carwel says, as he attempts to wrangle the pig.
Carwel utters a surprised "Hmph!" along with a nod of approval at Glim's suggestion. He'll follow the others out and mount up for their trek to find loding.
Sister Jirda gave Carwel a somewhat deadpan expression. "Were you not paying attention? We explained already that we don't have exact locations. This isn't some city where hunts are planned on a map. Two or three people will take some hogs, go out into the woods, wander until they find some truffles, and come back. The best I can give you is that I know Bran was heading out towards a stream that ran from the mountains." She leaned over and traced a line on the map with a finger, not actually marked on the map in any way. "Apologies! But that's very helpful information about your local hunter, thank you!"
When someone opens the map, Carwel will hover over their shoulder to take a gander. He checks to make sure that places where the swine and other missing herds disappeared from have been marked so that the party has a starting point to search from. If it doesn't, he'll ask for that. He'll also ask where the most recent disappearances were. "Any tracks will be the most fresh in those areas, obviously," he explains.
Having tied off his horse outside, Carwel strides into the hall, unstrung bow in hand, and 'squwarking' vulture on his shoulder (because Carwel forgot he was there and the bird had to move quickly to avoid bumping the top of the doorframe). "Yes, it takes a village to raise a child, as they say, so we're all concerned about this prodigal son. We are here to assist in finding those missing, and perhaps to find the reason they've gone missing. "It should be 'A Grand Hunt,' eh?"
"I only ask, Mr. Sige, you keep your companion Intrepid secure from eating my familiar. Bringing harm to my little one is like bringing harm upon me." "Not to worry," Carwel begins just as Intrepid becomes interested in something behind the hunter's head, sending his long hair flying in every direction while he speaks. "He is very well trained." "Since we are all here to investigate the disappearances, maybe we should all go to the longhouse together." Says Richard as he and the others disembark. "I'm game!' Carwel goes to where his horse, Abraham, is tethered. He had paid a sailor earlier in the day to have his horse saddled and ready to disembark by the time the boat pulled into port. Checking that all of his gear is in order (including an impressive looking longbow), Carwel leads Abraham down the gangplank, shoos Intrepid off of Abraham's saddle, and hoists himself up in the bird's place. "Ready!" he announces.
Carwel seems to come back to his senses and smiles a smile that takes in the entire group. "Forgive me; I'm just a bit distracted." He offers a courtly bow. "Carwel Maerara Sige, hunter extraordinaire, at your service. This is my companion, Intrepid." "SQUWARK!"
Carwel stares at the gnome with blank smile and opens and closes his mouth several times before he finally offers an encouraging, "Okay!"
Carwel listens to Scarlet's answer with a look of concentration which slowly morphs into a look of dawning realization. He gazes at the approaching docks, and then to the north where the Lands of the Linnorn Kings lie, and then finally at his vulture Intrepid (and then brieflly at small hooded figure circling his boots). Finally, he returns his gaze to Scarlet. "Oh." He purses his lips and works the purse around his mouth a little bit. "Disappearances, you say? Perhaps we can look into that. Yes."
Carwel Maerara Sige, his arms crossed and his back resting against a coil of rope, snored gently, lulled into a mid-day nap by the seductive rocking of the Sandscuttle as it crested each rhythmic wave. He napped tranquilly, oblivious to the approaching end of his journey. Fortunately, a large vulture descended from its nearby soaring to perch on the railing above where Carwel was napping. It lowered it's bald head to ruffle the hair behind the napper's ear with its beak, but to no avail. "SQUWARK!" Carwel awoke with a start. "Whu-huh? Have we arrived?" he sputtered as he rose to his feet. "Ah, yes, I see the Land of the Linnorn Kings up ahead. Thank you for alerting me, Intrepid." Carwel raised his left arm, offering his noble fowl a perch. The over-sized vulture flapped once to leap from the ship railing and land gracelessly on Carwel's right shoulder, causing the man to stumble to keep his balance. He muttered something about getting his sea legs. Spying three others on the deck conversing and watching the approaching landfall, Carwel saunters over to address them. Two of them look learned, and one looks like an alchemist. Surely, they could share their knowledge. "Ho there. Would one of you be so kind as to tell me the name of the port we are approaching?"
Careen has a fair amount of gold. Also, he’s already bought a wand of clw. :)
A large enough volley is probably just about as good backup as having someone else at the front with me. We’ll, it’s a good thing you’re short.
Hi all, this is the hunter who's an archer. I'm on vacation with my family through the weekend and all next week, and while that shouldn't affect my post rate, it probably will affect how quickly I can rebuild to a melee hunter, if that's necessary. It looks like so far we only have one melee PC. Do I have that right?
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