In reply to Stenet Fjall (msg # 425):

"There is certainly an element of unrealness about this place. Sure, see what you can find out..."

"Me?!" His voice almost squeaks, "Can't we, ah, maybe get one of the long legs to..." he trails off as he looks the two humans and the beastman over.

"Alright, ya talked me into it." He slings off his pack and uncoils the rope from it muttering, "*sigh* Job done right, get a dwarf."

He ties one end to the tree base and the other end to himself.  He fusses about with it for awhile, testing to make sure it holds, then starts to slowly ascend the tree, using a loop of rope tossed around it as a 'sling' to assist when there are no easy limbs in reach.




OOC:  He leaves his pack and shield at the base of the tree.

21:06, Today: Stenet Fjall rolled 13 using 3d6.  Climbing 12, knot tying.

Hopefully he can use Takes Extra Time to make up the difference.

21:06, Today: Stenet Fjall rolled 11 using 3d6.  Climbing 12, the tree.

Extra time helps out with the knot tying,  and Stennet ascends into the tree.
He can see an ocean of trees with bright foliage on an incline that doesn't appear to end.  In the distance he can see smoke.

Goran stands around as a guard and tries to assist Hograth when appropriate.  However, after his recent fall, he has no interest in climbing a tree.

Stenet will call down that he sees smoke and point out the direction.  Then before coming down he'll try to get a rough idea of the cardinal bearings, he's no navigator, but he understands the basics.


OOC:  17:35, Today: Stenet Fjall rolled 13 using 3d6.  Navigation 7.  Discerning the basic cardinal directions, as well as the smoke and gate.  Base roll MoF-5.

He'll spend at most 5-10 minutes trying to figure what directions are what before giving up, so like a +2 for Time Spent.  So as long as things are obvious (sun in the sky and not directly overhead) for a +4, he'll be okay at an end MoS of +1.

If he can't figure it out after 5-10 minutes he climbs down grumbling about "crazy magic lands not having proper directions".

In reply to Stenet Fjall (msg # 430):

After taking a long time, he can determine an east west libe, roughly figuring the smoke comes from the west, although he isn't sure if it is 9 AM or 3PM here... although it feels like late afternoon.
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How far smoke?

In reply to Urrun (msg # 432):

About a mile or so.

After his recent fall, Goran is a bit gruff when he growls at them.  "Well, let's get going."

With all of his stuff found and stowed again, he takes a step in the direction Stenet pointed, but waits for the rest to be ready.

Me Lead? I smell best.

"Might be best to treat this like we're crossing an unstable mountain trail and rope up.  Urrun leading, then Hograth, then you two priests, and I'll anchor the rear."

Stenet will hold out his rope that is still tied to him at one end.

In reply to Stenet Fjall (msg # 436):

"Yes, Urrun best lead. Can you smell the smoke?"

Smell pie! , now hungry.

Goran wordlessly moves behind Urrun and Hograth, ready to go when they decide to move.

In reply to Goran the Marked (msg # 439):

"Smell pie? Take us there...we can find out about the local inhabitants that way."

Urrun leads the party toward the smoke/pie smell while staying alert for dangers.

In reply to Urrun (msg # 441):

Leaves crunch beneath your feet, and foliage of all of the glorious shades of gray delight Urrun's eyes. The pie smell is stronger.
This message was last edited by the GM at 18:35, Tue 21 Apr 2020.

He holds up his hand  We close now, I go ahead and see.

He will move as stealthily as he can to see what is ahead.


[Private to GM:  14:07, Today: Urrun rolled 10 using 3d6.  Stealth. by 4]

Goran sticks behind as instructed, although he waits patiently instead of taking any other action.

Stenet gathers up and stows the now unneeded rope, with a "Best not to be tied together if we need to fight."

In reply to Urrun (msg # 443):

Urrun spies a quaint little house in a clearing.  Pumpkins and other squashes are in the garden, and an assortment of scents come from the chimney, apples, cinnamon, hardwood.

Goran proceeds along with the rest of the group.  He is pleased to see the cottage, which meant country folk.  He was comfortable around them, and usually they were closer to his religious preferences than the more arrogant city folk.  As they approach, Goran is sure to glean whatever information he can about the homeowners.  Are their vegetables orderly?  Is the cottage well kept?  And, do they have any obvious religious preferences visible to the casual observer?

How many people may be here? paths, smell, noise etc.?

In reply to Urrun (msg # 448):

There may be as many as three, all human women. The garden is orderly, the door, lintel, and aped of thefacade are carved with moon symbols, waxing, full, and waning. Protective hex marks are on the shutters and door.

Witchees I think  he whispers back to those who followed him after he told them not to...