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Craxzus will extend the bird form spell to make it sefely back with the others.


Craxzus Bird form Search
Search Check(80%)[1d100] = 77

"Oh! Now what do we have here..." Ruken collects the Vervain Buds along the way, quite happily at that. With a smile on his face, the gnome crouches down and harvests the buds of the colorful flowers and recalls their use while mixing up elixirs. "Liquid Heroism anyone? Strange as it sounds, I can use these later on to make your already excellent combat performances, well, even better!"

Though he may be 'flower picking', the gnome takes his job seriously, and stays focused on the small task before him. He catches up with the group a few moments later and asks them how far yet they have to go. Ruken sounds eager enough to explore today.

The group continues along the path. Slowly descending down the mountain towards the carrion crawler cave when Craxzus returns.

Craxzus- Lands on the ground transforms back into elven form. The looks clear all the way the tomb. Maybe we shall we rest when we get to the carrion crawler cave up ahead.

Throm "Yup sure looked clear from a birds-eye view a thin's."

Excited Eirenaios tilts his his head, "A rest? can't you smell it? Adventure is so close! And it smells like an ancient tomb filled with dusty tomes ready to be read and discovered!"

The party walks on for a couple hours until you reach the familiar spot among the boulders where the dead bodies lay, just down hill from the carrion crawler cave.

As they get closer Thorgrim excitedly rushes ahead and begins checking out the mouth of the cave. He will do a quick recon of the entrance to the cave and the area immediately surrounding it to make sure that there are no monsters or enemies waiting to ambush them.

Search (32%): [1d100] = 8

Throm waits for a moment and asks "Ya wanna scout as a bird again fore we head down there?"

Ruken listens in on the reports and suggestions. He is amazed at how Craxzus can change into animals like that, but is skeptical of its effect on the mage himself. You cannot gain something without losing something of equal value, its a basic principle taught to those who learn about alchemy. The gnome figures that it also true in everything else in the world, a natural law.

"Surely he must be tired after performing such magic. Craxzus, how are you faring, think we need to stop and rest for a bit?"

As the group arrives at the carrion crawler site Craxzus snaps some twigs trying to look into the woods to the south of the trail.
Tyrion (npc) speaks up "Looks like E's needin ta take a leak, eh?" he takes some meat out of his pack and chews it heartily.

Eirenaios nods, "I know first hand how hard magic can be on the body, I suppose a rest isn't the end of the world", Eirenaios doesn't stay still but paces back and forth with his mind buzzing with all sorts of ideas about what he might find in the tomb.

Throm "That er we're gonna need someone lighter afoot than meself."

Thorgrim quietly retreats from the cave entrance and motions the others to stay silent. "There are at least 2 individuals in there looking for silver bars." he whispers. "Throm, how 'bout you and I wait and ambush them as they come out of the cave?"

Ruken heeds the dwarf's warning and drops to the ground, laying on his stomach while pushing his hat down to avoid detection. "What sort of individuals? The beasty kind, men?" He whispers.

Throm "Good plan Thorgrim."

Craxzus- Turns to Tyrion and nods I gotta relieve myself be back in a minute.

Rukellian wrote:Ruken heeds the dwarf's warning and drops to the ground, laying on his stomach while pushing his hat down to avoid detection. "What sort of individuals? The beasty kind, men?" He whispers.

"The voices were very rough. It sounded like Orcs possibly."

Ruken's eyes widen upon hearing Thorgrim's response. "Orcs, so... beasty men then? Not that I'm saying every Orc behaves like a beast, I've seen civil ones before, I think..." The gnome continues to mutter to himself, everything said just under a whisper.

As Throm and Thorgrim flank the mouth of the cave they hear the voices within.
Voice 1: Dems stinkin dwarfs an der tradin road. Bettin der never were no such wagon."
Voice 2:"Er dat squeely fella lied 'bout dat map a yers. Been lookin fer a season w'out no nothin an now covered in worm shat er whatever dems things were. Shoulda kilt dat fella twice."
The voices seem to be getting closer and their is sounds of them dragging themselves thru the muck, just like you did the day before.
Voice 3: "Yous both fools. G'on an leave den! Yous got somewhere else so 'portent ta be. Git! But dat wagon wernt pulled by dwarfies. It pulled by ponies. What you thinkin dem bones in da muck was? Yous didn't be seein da pony harness by'em in da muck back der? Weez close I tell ya, so g'on and leave da pretties ta Shadhok. I don'be needin ya!"