Kondor climbs inside the log and reaches into the darkness. His hands close around the sticky decaying flesh of the skull and he pulls it out. A withered sunken face stares back at him, the eyelids dried over now empty sockets. This is the face of a Kimmerian.

A spiked steel great helm is wedged atop the long and matted, wiry, graying hair.

Iron Ranger wrote:

Moans erupt behind Kondor as the Esquimeaux's eyelids flutter and he starts to stretch out his stiffened appendages.
 

What? How’s that possible? 😆

(Hp -3)

Or it could be the Kraken tickling his funny bone! 

[ roll d6. ]

Not the Kraken....

Just an involuntary muscle spasm as the Tick venom wears off.

Gundrabu remains unconscious, he cannot stand, or respond.

Last edited by Iron Ranger (4/25/2020 11:01 am)

1. Outside the Sanctuary, the village clearing and east trail through the woods was covered in deep snow making a 10 minute walk take upwards of 30. So you are 30 minutes away- if you moved as fast and furiously back as you came to here...

2. There was no fire smell.

There was fire light in the distance from the sanctuary (same direction as the footprints went).

Out on the path where you paused the march and decided to rest on the large log to the right and not on the pine needles to the left, you smelled the waft of aroma of Cooked Meat, not smoke.


Kondor speaks to the spirits. And awaits a reply. The breeze moves through the trees and their needles sing a song. While he waits for an answer he ponders the situation...
Gundrabu needs healing, but as he is the healer, only time can remedy him.
Gundrabu is vulnerable in his condition but Kondor has wilderness survival skills.
The log can hold Gundrabu safety and protect him from this cold.
Suddenly the breeze ceases and the wisping of the needles stops.

 

The tick feasted on most of the kimmerian's muck, so the remainder of gore is easily removed with a few handfuls of needles. Gundrabu fits inside nicely and with a spare broken branch or two covering the hole is completely hidden. Kondor starts a very small fire with the available burnable wood near the end of the log away from the splattered blood pool of the tick.

As he squats next to his backpack and rests, he measures the distance in his mind. The log is 30 feet off the trail so that clearing with the pine needle bed could have only been 15 feet off the path the other direction.
 

Kondor goes back the trail looking for signs. He notices right away the drag marks lead out to the trail and across toward the pine needles clearing.

The aroma wafts again here in the middle of the east-west trail, blowing in from the east from the hills. The prints of the beast men and Igrest continue that direction. He sees the glow of the fire light bouncing off those far off treetops.

The distant fire light illuminates the treetops on the Hills about 3 miles east as the crow flies up the trail. But it Is doubtful the trail follows the crows flight.

fireinthedust wrote:

Kondor returns to Gundrabu, to rest.  Several miles is too far to carry his companion, but the moment the other is strong enough to be moved, Kondor will help him and together the two will meet whoevers fire awaits them.

ooc:  Hopefully they're still be there, but as experience has taught us we have to pace ourselves. 

[Kondor +200XP]

Undoubtedly, sleep will be evasive, both the constant cold and the watch will be paramount. He resets the flame that is almost extinguished.
Is there anything specific Kondor would like to do to pass the time while waiting to find out if these woods provide more foes or protection?