The party take a single file, with
Rexlin and
Pocc out in front looking around for a safe trail to follow and unsafe hazards. You trek off the beach and into the copse of trees, no discernible trail to follow. After perhaps half a mile you start to feel the ground dry and rise as you climb the surrounding foothills. Pocc swishes his scimitar, it cuts through the branches as easily as it would a
Merrows' arm. Rexlin, hacks and slashes with equal gusto while those following tread carefully in their boot prints.
Blood volunteers to bring up the rear, turning slowly in the shadows of the mangroves to check for hidden dangers. Perhaps his eyes might have been better served further up the line. Hacking through a thin vine set low between two twisted trunks, the front pair trigger a baited trap which fires a hidden short spear at knee high a few feet behind them. There is a squeal of pain and a grunt as one of the line hit the dirt.
trap set off [1d100] = 29 damage [1d6] = 4
Rex, Pocc, Zogg, Pascale, Eli, Grimwald, Capt Laz, Igg, Sigg, Vdp, Holden, 'Goldie', Blood. [1d12] = 6
Grimwald, one of the crew accompanying the mission is lanced through his thigh by a sharpened shaft, the flint stone head piercing through all his leg muscles. He bleeds a lot, perhaps an internal artery severed, he goes pale and limp, struggling to stand gripping the Captain.
"Did I save you Captain Sir, took one for the boss did I Sir?" he says weakly before passing out.
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