Page 3 Questions from GM
Ianna, do you mention what you know of the murder plot to the other PC's? (we don't have to rp that out, if you don't want to.. just add a OCC: note please.) The only reason why rame is really confiding in you, over the others, is because of the natural 20 i rolled when you prodded him for information.
A Note It is okay to post compound actions while in Turned mode as well as contingencies, if something happens to break your chain of action.. it will be written into the story. The more detailed your intentions, the less i get to decide them for you. <devilish grin>
(("facepalm" i think i got it.. i never scrolled down on the typing box thingy.))
The sky is gray, a rumbling, deep from the heavens announces the Gods' intentions. A rolling, billowing cauldron of clouds can be seen frothing about the Hawk's Heights, far to the east. The blustering menace, still miles miles away, would not strike till after dark. The thought of a night in nearly freezing rain is not something relished by even the most stout of your band. In the back of your mind, you hope that Jon and Rame have heard the same warning.
The trails of The Crossroads twist and yaw amongst thickets of brambles, bushes and rocks. Above your heads are the large and twisting branches of oak, ash and birch, all competing for the dappled and rare shaft of light. Years of moss climb the trees. At least the ground is wet this time of year, should be easy to spot tracks in the melting snow and blackish mud. Figuring on at least the last quarter of the sun, the group of four sets out in search for watering holes and game. Eventually, a small spire of whitish smoke can be seen hovering from the makeshift campsite.
Locate tracks.
<Rugged - Tracking(game) - 2>
Search for game animals
<no perk - 11, determined - 18>
Say a prayer to whatever Gods or Spirits Ullr who is honored here for luck on the hunt
Then Search for a largish water source nearby.
You kneel down and whisper your prayers to Ullr. The sacrificial pots are filled with charred bones, burnt gristle and ash. Most likely, sacrifices of the unneeded portions of successful hunts from years past. The prayer flags are numerous and multicolored, all adorned with a worn piece of cloth fluttering on the breeze. Upon some of the newer flags can be seen symbols and runes representing various clans that have come here for the hunt, yours among them.. as well as the Helik's. (( early spring would be 'prime' rutting season for an angry moose))
<patrol man + goodeyes - 15>
Stalk the woods for a watering hole, or something like it.
<no perk - 8>
The troop of four, make their way out of the clearing and away from the campsite, entering the darkening treeline. Once faced with the actuality of the deep wood, one at least not familiar to you, it seems only smart to stick together. The trail devolves from obvious.. to noticeable.. and finally into a ever deepening warren of underbrush and (for now) dryish creek beds.
Nearly a half hour into the search, over a small rise, and around a 3' gnarl of entangled roots, the party breaks out into a small clearing made by perfectly still pond. The sky reflected in near perfect refection. The only crack in this mirror of nature are the ripples inflicted by assorted fish and insects, as if they are breaking glass.
Tarn, of all people, was the first one to notice them. A perfect set of tracks deeply set in mud and melting snow, surrounded by the scattered bloody remains of various unfortunate fish. The funny thing was that Vladimir, the most experienced of the friends, was standing directly on top of them!
Sharing a chuckle at his expense, the four continue to follow the now apparent <17> bear tracks, <15> grizzly to be exact. From edge to edge, the impressions are easily three times the width of your footprint. Stealing yourselves for the prize to come, the band comes upon a scar in the earth.. a hole nearly 20' wide, and 15' feet deep, the only access to the hole, a ancient fallen log, slanting to the mossy and bone-strewn floor. Great claw markings can be seen on the surrounding tree trunks, as well as the fallen log. In the dim, it appears as if a cave, or opening is looming at the bottom of the hole. All is quiet but for the rustling of high branches in the wind, no beast can be heard.
Questions from GM I need a single file marching order, as well as weapons, if any on the ready. I am assuming that the characters ate some food somewhere, otherwise, you are getting hungry. Also, a fact i forgot to mention, you each have a waterskin/horn/flask of some sort.
Do you guys want me to post what perks i am rolling on in your Perktrees like i did in this turn's results? That way you can see how it is growing? or would you rather maintain a mystery?
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Zchis slaps Yarn with a double post, Yarn slaps back with a paragraph.. Yarn and Zchis have a beer and discuss the inability for each of them to gather tone and inflection from the internetz.. they have more beer.. and they both realize that they have been talking past one another the entire time. It ends in a laugh. They agree to PM if further conversation is necessary, not this topic please.
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