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Rhasadinar offers, "We felt like we had covered the rooms to the left unless there was something we missed. Or something could have come in after we left. But our remaining explorations before we heard the mob of gobs," she smiles faintly at the alliteration, "was in the dining hall to the right."

"To be thorough, perhaps we should follow your familiar, Ashia, if you wish to ascertain that nothing came in behind us. Or we could examine the floor for signs of newer tracks than ours." She looks a little doubtful at the success of such an idea.

The spellcaster remains at the back as the others fan forward to explore, staying within reach of the young woman with the reduced sight. As such, she does not notice anything of interest.

Having to admit the human's preparations are wise, Rhasadinar moves to the left side of the road and readies herself to meet a potential threat.

Readied action to cast mage armor.

Stealth: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14

"I will travel in the middle, if that is acceptable."

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (15) + 4 = 19
Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (1) + 4 = 5
Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (6) + 4 = 10
Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (13) + 4 = 17

Rhasadinar nods in agreement at her brother's remarks before looking at the other two in their group to see their reaction.

She murmurs, "Pleased to meet you."

Rhasadinar moves to aid her brother, taking hold of the other goblin corpse and dragging it through the clearing and into the woods with the rest of them. Likewise, she returns carrying a small suit of armor, shield, and sword, placing them on a pile near the campfire.

She curtsies to the four men at the campfire with a slight smile.

A spell ready on her lips, Rhasadinar realizes the battle has changed to the point that the spell is no longer appropriate. She rushes forward to the clearing, "We cannot let him return to their nest!"

She casts a simple cantrip, flinging a handful of green-gray water at the fleeing creature, but it falls short. The ground sizzles where the water falls, lending further speed to the panicked little monster.

Rhasadinar moves up alongside her brother (a double move), brandishing a longspear.

Initiative: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

Stealth: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9
Stealth: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (2) + 3 = 5
Stealth: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (11) + 3 = 14

Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13
Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (19) + 4 = 23
Perception: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (2) + 4 = 6

Survival (aid): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14
Survival (aid): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (11) + 2 = 13
Survival (aid): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7

His sister takes a long, deep breath. "If we can do something to prevent them from ambushing another merchant, we should do it. Mother would not approve if we just sat back and hoped no one was hurt."

Survival: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (20) + 2 = 22

"The original owners are long dead and no progeny survived them. I doubt whoever that is has any more right to the building than we do. Not that I'm wanting to claim an old human ruin..."

"The tales of the fall of the keep were that a united force of orcs and goblins overwhelmed the human defenders. I have also heard that shortly after the fall of the keep, no sign of that tribe of orcs could be found and the goblins were only seen rarely. One theory was that the two invading forces turned on each other and destroyed each other. Perhaps they were only partially successful and the goblins retreated into the building to lick their wounds."

Survival (untrained): 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (2) + 2 = 4

No aid another bonus from that roll.

An exasperated Rhasadinar hardly looks at the tracks. "I'm no hunter - I have no idea who stepped where."

Looking at the buildings from where she waits within the arch of the gate, she asks, "You think there is a lower level in the tower but not the donjon?"

She studies each building for signs of lower levels such as openings for light and such, but none are apparent.

Stealth: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13

Rhasadinar grins at her brother's frustration and even more at his clumsiness, especially when she matches him step for step.

Rhasadinar glances furtively at her brother and gives a little smile.

"Well, we've wanted to come see the ruin for so long that when they asked for a team to check it out, we volunteered first, thought second. No one was interested in coming with us and I am not really a warrior, so stealth was really the plan. But we were hoping to sneak into the keep and not just watch it from out here. Once we had an idea of what was in the area."

With a frown, Rhasadinar considers Lalandar's words. "The bolt doesn't appear to be old enough to be related to the keep's original defenses. It's been decades since it fell to the goblins and orcs, if the tales are true. I think someone more recent is responsible for that missile - and it doesn't look like goblin work to me."

Whispering, "It was never completed. See? There is no gatehouse and no crenelations on the building within. Maybe it was supposed to be even taller before construction was stalled."

His sister carries the heavy wooden shield loosely, ready to drop it if necessary, and keeps her distance to avoid giving him away as he scouts ahead.

"Do you wish to follow me Talleledar while your brother watches our collective backs?"

Stealth: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (3) + 3 = 6

That's more what I expected...

Nodding, "A good choice. Thus far, we have seen tracks of animials and a few footprints that we were unable to identify. We came from the east, however - I believe the path to the keep comes around from the west."

"Our elders want us to explore the area, but stay away from the tower unless we have a reason to approach." With a little smile, "We thought to find a point to observe the tower and wait for our reason to appear. It shouldn't be far - it overlooks the valley from the bluff ahead."

Speaking in a very soft voice, the girl speaks up, "It was in the midsummer thirty-five years ago that Valentin and his followers were slain. My brother doesn't worry about details overmuch - it was the goblins of the Blood Moon and the orcs of the Severed Hand. The battle nearly destroyed the victors, too - they basically disappeared afterward due to their diminished numbers."

"It is good to see you again after so many years. Would you be willing to join us on our little adventure? When last we spoke, you both were going to study the teaching of our Lady of the Natural World. If you have skill in healing, your talents would be welcome if we run into trouble."

"There have been tales for years of adventures disappearing when they explore the tower, but those that stayed away were safe. Now people speak of an unknown threat that attacks travelers in the region. Our elders have granted us the boon of trying to identify this new danger and see if it is a threat to our hidden villages."

The other woman gives a small smile and makes a small wave to the pair.

A tall, slender figure steps from the trees, looking around with obvious excitement. She carries a longspear and a crossbow, but wears no armor.

Her extreme height - for a human - and her sharply pointed ears mark her as an elf.