1d12: 4!

My spell is still readied, and I crouch down and raise my shield and brandish my war pick.

"What is it?" Tillak hisses. 

SullyB74 wrote:

My spell is still readied, and I crouch down and raise my shield and brandish my war pick.

"What is it?" Tillak hisses. 

The wild man looks back at the warlock, then quickly steps off the trail into the trees to the south.

Iron Ranger wrote:

bald_headed_yeti wrote:

Votin follows the boot prints to the east.

The two figures suddenly stop ahead. Votin can't quite make out the details from this safe distance.

Votin cautiously advances...
 

SullyB74 wrote:

Tillak digs his heel into the dirt of the trail, making sure to give a clear indication of where he is going so that Votin and Sigurn, and, perhaps, Gundrabu and Kondor can follow him. Then, he follows the wild man into the brush. 

Tillak follows the wild man through the thick treeline as he again approaches the edge of the drop off. He stops at the edge and points again down. Tillak looks out across the expanse below.

A wide grass marsh stretching as far as he can see. A slight salty sea breeze fills his nostrils. "Bad men," whispers the pointing wild man. "All night."

In the middle of a shallow stream winding through the grasses rest 2 canoes with Kondor and Gundrabu sitting in them!

bald_headed_yeti wrote:

Iron Ranger wrote:

As Votin creeps forward the figures disappear into the trees to the south.

Votin heads towards the southern tree line.
 

Votin makes his way to where there is a hard heel drag in the shape of an arrow pointing into the trees on the ground.

[Votin roll d12.]

bald_headed_yeti wrote:

Iron Ranger wrote:

bald_headed_yeti wrote:

Votin heads towards the southern tree line.
 

Votin makes his way to where there is a hard heel drag in the shape of an arrow pointing into the trees on the ground.

[Votin roll d12.]

[1d12]=5
 

The hairs on the back of Votin's neck stand on end as he hears a rustle in the foliage behind him. Suddenly a powerful force knocks him off his feet in a blur of dark and light shaggy fur!

[Votin roll death(poison) save!]
[Votin roll d6 int. state actions, rolls, etc.!]
 

SullyB74 wrote:

Does Tillak hear this commotion?

[Not sure there is a commotion yet, awaiting a nail biting death(poison) save roll. Tillak has only yet heard the long off sea breeze rustling the tall grasses of the marsh below the cliff wall.]

SullyB74 wrote:

😬

The wild man spits over the side of the cliff at the canoes below, then tugs on Tillak's arm. "We kill them."

SullyB74 wrote:

"The people in the canoe?" Tillak gasps, pointing to Gundrabu and Kondor. "They are my friends."

The wild man shakes his mangy  head. "Bad men use canoes. With Shaman now. We can kill."

Last edited by Iron Ranger (5/15/2022 8:53 am)