After several moments, a lone goblin, walking with a slight limp, cuts and bruises darkening it's pale green skin, ambles into sight, walking along the trail. It's eyes, rather swollen with a deep purple color, look towards it's feet.
"Cut and cut, look to the Gut
The Chief I guess know best.
But out my head flows, pain and words
But in writing I really was messed.
They bite and they hit
And my name they spit
I'm lower than grit
Protect my neck from a slit
Alone I'll be for a bit..."
Okay, sorry, work *blech*. Update incoming!
I learned a lot over the last few days. Most of it not good. Important life lesson though: Always have a Last Will and Testament.
Sorry for the absence, the funeral and otehr things bogged up. I am just not back in town. I will catch up and post tomorrow once I've had a good nights sleep. Thank you for understanding.
Due to a death in the family, I will be offline for the next two to three days. I apologize for the inconvinience and I thank you for your understanding.
As soon as I get back, there will be a good post, promise!
As the party lingers, Talin pointing out the tracks, a loud rustling from further in the marsh is heard. Squelches, odd sounds and what sounds like... A song maybe?
All around the party, the air remains quiet save the odd rustling noise or bug sound.
I assume the party is ready, yes?
Trudging forward, the road is left behind in favor of what appears to be a foot trail leading into the heart of Brinestump Marsh, home of the notorious Licktoad tribe.
The marsh is a tangle of roots, reeds, and trees both living and dead. Even with the foot path, the ground is soggy and plantlife closes in so tightly in areas it slows you down. Locals refer to it also as the Witch Marsh, tales of an evil witch who eats children alive permeating perennially.
Okay, the red dot on the map is where the party is entering from. As you step into the swamp, everyone give me a Perception check, please
Shalelu nods at Giovanni as Sandru hops up in his seat. With a flick of the reins, the wagon starts moving, quickly followed by the carriage behind it. "You all be careful!" Shalelu shouts back at the party before falling back in the cart.
Everyone ready to follow the work tracks that head into the nearby swamp?
Hope everyone is having a fun and safe Father's Day Weekend!
Sandru, after helping to get Shalelu up into the wagon turns to look at Talin. "Huh? My kapenia?" Looking down, he nods. "My parents passed away this day some time ago. I wear it to remember them."
Looking down at what is in Talin's hands, Sandru's eyes go wide. Grabbing his from his waist he compares them and then looks at Talin.
"Where did you get this?"
After several minutes, the caravan slows to a stop, a jovial Varisian man in his very early 30's driving a wagon as two other Varisian men drive a beaten up carriage behind.
"Resting on the road? If you weren't the motley looking lot, I'd swear you were up to something truly foul!" Letting out a laugh, suddenly Shalelu's head pops from the tree line.
"Sandru?!" Very slowly, the elf hobbles out and looks up at the man. "I have a small favor to ask, I guess..."
Looking down, Sandru's eyes go large. "Shalelu? What happened?!"
After several minutes, Shalelu's leg is splinted well.
As she is rather unceremoniously dragged away, Shalelu squirms. "I, uh, what? Yuto! Don't drag... Ugh! Damnable Goblins!" Grumpy but accepting her fate, she is finally brought to a small copse of trees.
Anyone willing may make a Perception check please!
Shalelu looks at the group, her mouth open ready to protest when Lem spots a caravan moving up from the south. It's moving at a leisurely pace as it does too.
Shalelu shrugs and hobbles around, her eyes trained at the ground. But before she could really move around, Talin discovers a small site with burn marks in the ground. However, the tracks are runny, some rain ruining most of them. However, they clearly lead into the Brinestump Marsh.
Lem's eyes spot only the odd bug, his ears not picking up more than the very faintest of warbling of birds from the East.
Shalelu, as she looks at the site, suddenly feels her leg give. "Drat!" Using her bow as much like a crutch, she slowly lowers herself to the ground. "Does... Anyone have something to help splint my leg?"
As the group presses on and Gkirkhan rushes ahead, Shalelu goes wide-eyed and turns to Vera. "Pickles?" Hoping it's a joking lure for the goblins, she puts a hand up for the others to hold.
1d20 ⇒ 10
After strutting around for a few moments, no crazy goblin songs begin to filter out from the trees or hills. In fact, almost no sound beyond the sea's wind can be heard.
Shalelu stiffens, looking around. "Not to sound too cautious, it's a little too quiet..."
Sorry, Paizo ate my post (apparently two of them even). Add to that a family event yesterday, and...
Anyway, stepping up now! Sorry for the delay.
Internet was wonky the last few days, will be posting in a bit.
The color of the poor elf's face changes rapidly to red, shooting up her ears as well. "I... I..." She struggles, falling to the ground with an oof, her face still solid crimson. Standing up slowly, Shalelu looks Gkirkhan in the face, a finger up and her mouth open but nothing comes out.
After a few moments, she about's face and shakes her head. "I... Will let you know if I need carried. Thank you." Taking a deep breath, she realizes where the party is, having gotten near the end of the smill rise of sharp hills known as the Pyre, quickly approaching the local area known as the Ashen Moor.
"The Moor up here was where Ameiko and I got ambushed. Be on your guard; Goblins are off-kilter and none-too-bright but they are good at ambushes."
As the party sets out from Sandpoint, the air is oddly cool and clinging, the breeze from the sea being a little strong and filling the air with it's salty aroma.
Shalelu marches forth, looking back at the others. "Come on, you lot. Sooner we get the goblins that jumped Ameiko and I, sooner I can sleep easy."
Though she's obviously making a good show of it, her pace is clearly labored. It doesn't take too long, even, before she is more near the middle of the group.
Okay, folks, this will be the GM name I'll be operating under for this game. I'll go ahead and start this up now, though I still don't have control of the thread.
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