“I believe those are simply wilds, Kondor, whence came the beastmen.”

Gundrabu grips his flail. “But I join you, if you want to investigate.”

Kondor takes a minute and lights his hooded lantern in the doorway??
then trudges off toward the treeline, following the tracks through the deep snow. 

The village's clearing finally gives way to the dense trees, the tracks wending between their mighty trunks.

After several turns, the snow gives way to frozen ground, a thick bed of needles and the path on which they travel becomes clear...

[Kondor roll Con test.]
[Gundrabu roll Con test.]

The barbarian's pace is too great for the esquimeaux.

Gundrabu must sit down and rest. The frozen air is a repeating ice pick into his lungs and his beard and mustaches are solid ice.

A strong aroma of cooked meat wafts on the air and the faint cracks of burning wood can be heard through the trees.

fireinthedust wrote:

d6: 4, although I'm not sure what to add to it. Constitution? Otherwise, also fails.

Yes it's Test of Constitution. Kondor's Con is 15, so he has 3:6 chance. 

fireinthedust wrote:

Kondor waits with Gundrabu, feeling the deadly ice as well but saying nothing. The sorcery must be fierce for an esquimaux and a kimmerian to be so slowed by it.

After adjusting for the rest, Kondor readies to move forward again.

Sorcery is one thing, these frozen temps of Nightfall are something else entirely.

Gundrabu doubles over, struggling to catch his breath from the forced march through the dark, cold woods. 
Kondor himself pants and shines the lamplight around the trail. The tracks are present both of the beast men, and the lightfooted sorcerer. There is a small patch of needles to kneel in under the trees on the left and slightly deeper on the right, a fairly large fallen log on which to sit.
 

Kondor guesses they pressed at least 30 minutes east  from the church, maybe a quarter mile. These dense trees giving them much more protection from the freezing temperatures of the subzero wind than did those near the Well.  

There is no visible smoke but there is the visible glow of fire and its crackles and snaps echoed through the silent, hollow woods. The light is close, perhaps another 15 minutes away if Gandrabu can recover. 

The savory scent of cooked meat hangs in the air and makes men that have eaten only stiff bread, rawhide, and insipid gruel mouths water...

 

Eirvit wrote:

Iron Ranger wrote:

... if Gandrabu can recover. 
 

Ref, how do you want to resolve this one?

Gundrabu will hazard whatever damage there is, for the sake of satisfying Kondor’s curiosity, though he expects he’s going to feel the warmth of those flames all too closely as he is soon roasted for a Beastman’s dinner.

Let's have the deathly fatigued Gundrabu roll a d12...

Eirvit wrote:

8!

Sitting atop the fallen log, moments pass while the Barbarian gets his bearings by the even glow of his lamp. Finally, Gundrabu pats the Barbarian on the back as he collects his breath at last. The forced march took its toll and another step would surely have spelled his doom. Stepping down from the huge log, he spies a scrap of rotted leather at the end.

fireinthedust wrote:

Kondor will investigate the scrap of leather.

I didn't realize it would be the length of a forced march away. How far do we have to go? How does the smoke get this far if it's a forced march for barbarians and esquimaux dog sledders?

[OODM:   No problem. To clarify:
The original post said there was fire light in the distant woods.  
Kondor seemed fixated on the tracks and followed and followed.

Next post said several turns later, Gundrapbu became winded, and both failed Con test to continue.  

Next was an Aroma of cooked meat wafting on air, -- not Smoke.  
Kondor has never smelled smoke from the fire, only seen the firelight and smelled the roasting meat.
And no scent of any kind was smelt until now at the stopped spot.

Also, the village clearing and trail through the woods was covered in deep snow making a 10 minute walk take upwards of 30. While it remains extremely cold, these dense trees give some protection from the biting winds, unlike the conditions at the Well.]

Kondor holds the Esquimeaux back and bends to his knee at the end of the large log, it's hollow. And there is what looks like a foot bone sticking out a few inches-- its toe bones resting atop the rotted leather pile.


 

Crossed posts. I think Gundrabu’s weariness, then, must have more to do with his physical activity.

I *love* your explanation of the activity by Turn breakdown! I humbly request more of that, please. Such descriptions would help me comprehend the action and environment better, and I think I’ll be a much better gamer.