Janna was walking along and noticed a small raspberry bush, they looked edible, so she decides to have a few.
Kevezyat does what she can to assist Vhillish...
Survival, aid another
Unfortunately, even after 10 years, she still has problems negotiating the flora and fauna of the upside world.
Leoven say a short pray for those people souls.
That...,well,...eh,uhm, what do we do now?
Kevezyat's crossbow come up to a ready position as she scans the trees for signs of spiders.
Perception
"Lannet!" she calls quietly "Check these out, are they the wizard and his companions?"
"Search the bodies for a prism," says Jerrid literally. He begins with the wizard, leaving the warriors to the others.
"Keep an eye out for spiders too." The muffled rogue adds busy strip searching the wizard. He piles everything he finds up for the rest to examine in detail. Spellbooks and the like he leaves slightly nearer himself.
Vhillish allows himself a self congratulatory twitch of his 'tache at the discovery before Lannet's naysaying sets him blustering;
"Wrong trail sah?! Poppycock and balderdash! There is no such thing as the wrong trail when said trail is as cold as a Frost Giant's fruits!"
The deputy scowls at Lannet afore he resumes his duties and brings keen eyes and a veteran's savvy to bear;
:
"Unlikely to be anyone else, Lannet. Vhillish has done good finding these is the middle of a wood. Astor, Vhillish is there signs of a dwarf."
Damien scoffs, "Aye, just some other dead mage then? Right."
Retrieving his dagger, Damien sets to cutting down the other two bodies. Once down he slits the cocoons and gives both of them a proper search, looking for anything personal that might serve to identify them as well as equipment.
Sam helps looking for things among the cocooned corpses.
He also searches the surrounding area too, as he knows things tend to get dropped in combat.
What might they be looking for in a place like this?
Damien spits, "Whatever it was, all they found were spiders..."
Damien frowns at the collected items, "No crystal to be seen. Lannet, you say this is a different bunch from the ones you tracked out here? They do seem to be missing a dwarf. Though by that vial they did come from Fairhill."
He turns to Vhillish, "Does the trail end here or does it continue on further?"
He smirks at Astor and Leovan in turn, gesturing to the fighter, "Luck for you chain's not form fitting. I bet that armor would fit one of you."
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Sam barely remembered dropping his thieves tools on the ground. He absentmindedly picked them back up. When he added them to his pack, he noticed he barely remembered picking up a spare set.
Seeing how property questions had gotten Jerrid in trouble, he decided it was best to keep his confusion to himself.
Sam speaks up when searching the rogue.
"Look, four gems and some coins. Add these to that big treasure pile we are keeping. I think the shares are hitting double digit gold now!!"
Jerrid picks out the scroll, Saturnar's Mana Shell and Phantasmal Identicals, but does not recognise the arcane mark of the scriber. He hands them both to Janna after that brief examination.
"Yours Janna?"
Vhillish pulls his eyes from sentinel duty to scan the area for further clues;
:
"Not seeing anything else of note sah!"
Damien frowns, "There's got to be something, probably hidden under all the spider sign. You see anything Astor? Take your time, I'll give you another set of eyes..."
Janna takes the scroll tube Thank you, are you sure you could not make use of these?
Janna examines the scolls for anything that may identify the ownet possibly a signature or arcane markings.
Breaking his long silence, Astor takes a look around as well. "I don't notice anything either."
"Right, well we know which direction they seemed to be headed. Lets hope we can come across some sign of the last ill fated bastard up ahead."
Taking a moment to check over the new equipment with Detect Magic, Damien feeds the scabbard of the short sword onto his belt before making his way forward, following the general direction that the wizard and his party seemed to be taking, "Keep your eyes peeled..."
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Leoven remaing quiet, only wanting to leave that creepy forest as soon as posible.
"No Janna. Your turn to get something out of this adventure. I got this magic sickle. But it needs a good name. Got to earn it though."
Damien blinks, "There might just be something to that. Glad to see you're getting on board with the project."
The veteran sighs, adjusting his pack again, "Right. Lets hump it back to poor bastard's remains..."
Kevezyat merely looks at the suddenly helpful halfling, then turns to head back the way they'd come.
All along she is alert for spiders or signs of passage by others.
Perception
Pulling up short and resting his hammer on the ground, Damien looks around the surrounding trees with a grim expression, "That can't be good..."
He looks around for signs of nearby water or anything that might provide shelter from a cloud of stirges.
The party has reversed direction on the game-trail and gone back a short way when they hear that disquieting drone made by the winged proboscis equipped mammalian blood-sacks after which the wood they are traipsing about in is named.
More unsettling still, the sound reverberates, repeated hundreds-fold, as if echoing in a cavernous amphitheater.
?????
I've been thinking, why would he swallow it? this is just getting weirder. something just does not feel right.
Janna walks along rather nervously. wondering out loud.
She turns to Lannet. as they walk why don't you just tell us everything you know. it will make things go that much easier. i feel like you are leaving something out.
"I am ready to try some of that repellant."
Not liking the sound of things, Sam decides it is time to try out their herbs.
"Lannet and I should probably go first. Being smaller it takes less to cover us."
Damien gives Sam a annoyed look, "What in the abyss so you think we've been drinking that aweful tea for? We're as protected as we're gonna get. And I still feel damn well naked..."
He glances at Janna and Lannet before returning his gaze to the trees and the terrible buzzing, "Bugger that! We need to find somewhere to settle in. Sounds like every damn stirge in the wood out looking for blood."
Can we try to get out of this forest? - Says leoven after fulping.
"I think Stirges like bigger things. So I think we are safe."
I am glad I didn't just pretend to swallow the tea--it might really work!