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~ The trio of early morning island invaders make their way through the brush along the game trail, headed north by northeast and leaving the Seahawk and newly-established beach HQ behind them. Other than getting slightly damp from contact with the accumulated dew on leaves and branches, nothing else bars or surprises their progress. The wet, floral aromas are pleasant, and much milder in comparison to the evening ones. Birds and other creatures sing their morning tunes in the distance. Within a matter of moments, the Half-orc, Wild elf and young human make it the 80 or so feet and out of the damp brambles to arrive in the small clearing at the intersection.

There appears to be nothing new with the intersection this fine morning. A quick look to the right towards the bushes at the cliff base show no new differences there either, although the small clearing and cave just beyond cannot be seen from outside the thick floral barrier. The main game trail continues ahead northeast into the vegetation. To the left, headed mostly westward back towards the shoreline, the game trail is much smaller and appears less indicative of animal tracks.

Hazara's light continues to grow in brightness and warmth as the new day begins to make way upon the small southern island of the Sprice Tridents...


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OOC: Ok, all three of you are now back at the intersection. Go ahead and let me know if you have any changes to marching order as listed and I'll update accordingly!

tkrexx: go ahead and update Emm's current spell roster in your next post.

TOD: 8:30am of Day 1 on island (Total time since departed Karagonia: 14 days)

HPs/Status: Bog 28/28 ; Caelvanna 25/25 ; Emm 10/10
WIH (primary/secondary): Bog – spear/shield (& other spears) ; Caelvanna – short bow/short sword (arrows fired: 0) ; Emm – spear/SC (SC = spell component/spell to cast)
M.O./Location At the game trail intersection Bogdan , Emm , Calevanna

Bog looks in the three directions for a moment, scratching his chin in thought.

Recalling the scurry of rats in the night, he looks down to see if he can detect any recent activity on the path, specifically coming from the right and going over their tracks from the previous evening.

"Should we go back to the cave and grab some of them pots for Zill to examine? Or check out the path west we assume goes back to the beach? Or continue on forward?" Bog asks the other two.

Regarding the following, sorry, but Caelvanna is a bit of a bitch.

Caelvanna, now fully back in her elements, takes a moment to study her companions. A human and a half orc. She secretly hopes the pair will continue to prove themselves useful, but isn't convinced of their abilities when it comes to feats involving stealth.

Hoping for the best, she simply tips her head, indicating her desire to press forward.

OOC: right back atcha...

Hoping the elf doesn't shoot HIM in the back, Bog leads the way, taking the middle path.

Alethan wrote:Hoping the elf doesn't shoot HIM in the back, Bog leads the way, taking the middle path.

Touché.

Those pots you found, they may be of some use to the ship, or of some value. That might be a good place to start. Emm, having not been there, really doesn't know what she's talking about, she's simply adding input.

"Let's explore." Caelvanna quips. "Those pots are close enough to the ship they can easily be retrieved later." With that, the wild elf, bow readied in hand, begins walking stealthily in the forward direction she originally indicated she wanted to move.

Middle path, it is!

Very well, the Druid shrugs. The middle path. She finds herself wishing bold Ulrich would accompany the party, tho she understands and agrees with his reasons to stay behind. Giving herself over to the physical power of Bog, and the stealth and archery skills of Caelvanna, Emm will bring up the rear. Druid tho she is, her own innate clumsiness would make her a poor point, even in a forest, and it would make no sense at all for her to be positioned in front of the archer.

Spell list:
1st: Speak With Animals x3, Entangle.
2nd: Cure Light Wounds x2, Charm Person/Mammal.

~ The scouting trio take a few moments to assess their location and disposition at the intersection of the northern game trail as the morning of the new day progresses upon them.

Bogdan crouches down and inspects the ground here for any fresh tracks, giant rat or otherwise, but sees nothing new or different from what he observed when last they were here. Those rats that came into camp last night must've kept to that other hidden tunnel-trail through the underbrush along the cliff base. Looking to his companions, the burly half-orc queries their opinions on which way they think to proceed. Caelvanna, her elven short bow loaded and at the ready in her capable Wild elf hands, indicates her vote to continue on the trail ahead of them silently with naught but a nod of her head. She looks over her two companions as she considers the possibilities and eventualities they might encounter, and wonders as to their capabilities and resourcefulness. Emm brings up the pottery urns that her companions discovered in the small clearing at the cliff base last night, her curious nature already considering what their unknown contents might be and whether or not they could be of potential boon or bane to the party.

Feeling restless and wanting to explore, Caelvanna opines that the urns can easily be assimilated when they return from a further exploration and makes to move ahead. Bog looks over at her in agreement, his eyes taking in the Wild elf archer and her bow in silent consideration and in hope that should anything go down, one of those razor sharp flight arrows does not find an unlikely home in his back! Emm shrugs in acquiescence and gestures that she will bring up the rear.


~ The unlikely trio depart the tiny clearing and intersection and continue forward on the game trail headed northeast. The dew-covered plants and brush, as well as the accompanying undergrowth, gets progressively thicker as they progress and proceed to quickly dampen everyone's outer layers. At times the flora seems near impenetrable, almost as if it has a mind of its own and wishes to dissuade and even impede their reconnoiter in some way, but Bog pushes forward steadily nonetheless with his wary companions in tow. Other than some small birds that chirp and take flight at the trio's approach, none of the other island denizens appear to make themselves known.

After what must be another couple hundred feet, the lower flora and thick underbrush thin out a bit and the scouts find themselves within the canopy of some larger trees. Sunlight shines through the upper cover here and there, which is between 15 to 20 feet above the trail. A few bugs buzz around her and there but thankfully most of their insect counterparts must still be waking up. Although they pass small offshoots of the main game trail that head off to both sides into the underbrush, the trio finally arrive at a Y-intersection in approximately another hundred feet. The main trail continues forward, this time in more of an easterly direction while the other heads off to the left in a somewhat northerly direction. A closer inspection of the soft earth of the intersection reveals what appears to be recent tracks going back and forth between the trail ahead and the one to the north. They are much larger than those of a giant rat's and from what Emm can tell, must belong to a quadruped mammal of some kind.


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TOD: 8:45am of Day 1

HPs/Status: Bog 28/28 ; Caelvanna 25/25 ; Emm 10/10
WIH (primary/secondary): Bog – spear/shield (& other spears) ; Caelvanna – short bow/short sword (arrows fired: 0) ; Emm – spear/SC (SC = spell component/spell to cast)
M.O./Location At the game trail intersection #2 Bogdan , Calevanna , Emm

Caelvanna, interested in the road more travelled, indicates her preference to explore the northern trail with a tilt of her head in that direction. She looks to her companions for their reaction before proceeding, however.

Emm, spear at the ready, gives a quick, silent nod.

Bog nods, as well, attempting to maintain silence as much as possible, and starts down the northern trail.

~ The scouting trio quickly agree on their intended direction and head out wordlessly along the left-hand Y in the game trail. The flora and undergrowth rapidly become thicker and more prolific as they head northward, and after about 100 yards or so, the trail turns somewhat eastward again and begins to head downward slightly.

About another 50 yards, and the smaller but well-traveled game trail leads into what appears to be wall of bushes, ferns and small trees. The sound of running water and what seem to be a few grunts and snorts can be heard just beyond.


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TOD: 9:00am of Day 1

HPs/Status: Bog 28/28 ; Caelvanna 25/25 ; Emm 10/10
WIH (primary/secondary): Bog – spear/shield (& other spears) ; Caelvanna – short bow/short sword (arrows fired: 0) ; Emm – spear/SC (SC = spell component/spell to cast)
M.O./Location On the north trail from intersection #2 Bogdan , Calevanna , Emm

Silently, Bog nods at the impossibly quiet elf and jerks his head towards the sound, as if to say, "You're the quiet one; go check on what's making that noise."

His grip reflexively tightens on his Karagonian spear. Bog looks down at his white knuckles and forces himself to relax his grip. The fingers mechanically comply and he watches his skin tone return to normal.

Aware of his distraction, Bog once again focuses his attention, not on the obvious noise, but on their surroundings, moving his head from side to side and checking the trees overhead to make sure they aren't sitting in an ambush.

Caelvanna eagerly complies.

She keeps low, relying on her instincts as much as she does her military training. Her objectives are, in order: Stay alive, identify whatever is responsible for the grunting and snorting, then quickly check out the source of running water.

Emm keeps her eyes peeled while her Elven companion investigates. Fresh water would be a great boon, as would knowlege of a source of fresh meat, if needed, as well as the more remote chance of gaining more info on the island thru any mammals dwelling here. Her main concern at the moment is making certain nothing sneaks up on them, while they are sneaking up on something else.

~ Bogdan halts on point when he hears the animal sounds ahead. Calevanna and Emm do the same. In the background of the grunts and snorts is the sound of running water.

Bog turns and wordlessly motions for the Wild elf archer to slink up and have a look. Caelvanna is already stalking forward and nods businesslike as she slips past the heavily armed and armored half-orc and creeps silently towards the wall of thick flora and sounds beyond. She makes nearly no sound in her non-metal armor and it's obvious to her companions that she's done this before. Emm watches intently from behind Bog, already considering what her elf companion might discover.

Caelvanna reaches the thick buffer of vegetation, stops and considers it before leaning slowly into the flora...*


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TOD: 9:00am of Day 1

HPs/Status: Bog 28/28 ; Caelvanna 25/25 ; Emm 10/10
WIH (primary/secondary): Bog – spear/shield (& other spears) ; Caelvanna – short bow/short sword (arrows fired: 0) ; Emm – spear/SC (SC = spell component/spell to cast)
M.O./Location At the flora wall: Caelvanna ; Waiting behind on the trail: Bogdan , Emm

Bog uses every ounce of his available will power to not swat at the biting fly currently landing on his arm as he waits for the elf to return...

Careful not to startle them unnecessarily, Caelvanna quietly returns to her awaiting party mates and informs them of her findings. Just beyond the wall of thick flora is a small stream running south to north (right-to-left). The stream itself is only a foot or two wide and probably no more than a few inches deep by her best estimation. To the left (north), the stream continues into some brush and out of sight. To the right (south), towards the cliffs, a game trail leads another forty paces or so into a small clearing. Within the clearing is a decent sized pool of water, maybe twenty feet across, being fed by a small waterfall emanating from some rocks on the far side. The grunting sounds is a trio of warthog-looking beasts standing about three feet high, easily weighing 100 pounds each. These wild island pigs have grayish, spotted skins with dark orange manes and tail tufts, and massive, deadly-looking yellow tusks.

The wild elf will await feedback from Bog and Emm after relaying her information.