Chapter 26: The Secrets of the Caves
OOC: The Judge was waiting to see another post from all 5 players before moving on.
The Judge had already addressed the professor's earlier Notice roll, via PM.
For Pearce's roll: The Irishman doesn't find any fragments of the giant's armor. However, upon thinking about it further, the mechanic isn't entirely sure that it was "wearing" armor. Picturing the GOTK in his mind's eye, he recalls it looking more like it was made of armor -- iron, specifically, if he recalls his mechanical knowledge correctly. During the fight, such notions were irrelevant. In hindsight, maybe important.
For Juhasz' roll: First, assuming Windham is willing to let the man handle the book while holding some form of flame ... the man in black doesn't see any sort of hidden message anywhere. Just the plain text already mentioned and discussed a mite by the group.
That said, here we go. Any decisions about gear, etc, can be determined as you continue. Mentions below are for flavor. Pausing here for conversation with RS before riding back to town or what-have-you.
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After the five men had taken care of all their tasks to clean up the rope bridge cavern, they all agreed it was time to move on. Lamp oil was quite low, as they had needed it for the journey, the ritual, and the clean up.
Taking a direct route from the cavern to the base camp, the heroes intend to stop and sort the gear they wish to take back to Red Shirt's camp or leave here. The lamp light had held out, and their best estimate now was about an hour left in two of the three remaining lanterns.
The brightness of mid-day assaults their eyes as they emerge into El Presidente's old barracks. It takes a little time to adjust to daylight and to sort the gear.
Even so, enough daylight remains for the journey to the camp where the Paiute and the horses waited. The men reach the rockslide with an hour to spare before sunset. They descend and squeeze through the defile into the box canyon where the horses graze.
The Paiute, brushing one of the mounts, acknowledges their return with a tip of his hat. As usual, he doesn't speak until spoken to.