Those Who Linger
23 of Arodus 4707 A.R. (Absalom Reckoning)
After a moment of thought you judge that it would probably be best to have some tie to the company of hair-foots... no,
halflings, that is what they were called.
Half of what you, wonder, coin now added to the small bag tucked between the myriad of small skins and furs Gorok cured on the journey here. For her part Mina pats Warty gingerly as you get along your way, though whether she's seeking comfort in the act or just wants to avoid bursting any of the pustules for which he was named after you could not say. Regardless, the path along the banks of a stream sheathed in rustling stalks, reed, rush and yellow flag, the names blur together in your mind, is much to the slurk's liking, though now and then he throws his eyes upwards, following your example.
Throughout the first leg of the journey that takes you well past midday there is no sign of buzzing wings, nor really of anyone from the town in this patch of woodland. The last is odd as it is fortuitous as you pass cold ashes ringed with stones, stumps still clinging to the moist earth with the axe marks fresh enough to bleed. Gorok admits he had not expected the path this way to be so smooth and wonders what could have spooked the warmbloods. No magic gleams under the leaves dripping with moisture, no rustle of unseen watchers.
The woodcutters do not appear to have left in any hurry or in fear of their lives had they done if the iruxi decided to attack the camps, they simply aren't here.
"This place reminds me of those goblins," Mina whispers unnerved, a reminder you did not need. But no, things are still chirping, croaking, creaking and rustling, just not with any intelligent intent. It looks to all the world as if the folk of Longacre had grown tired of their labors and... left.
"Did you hear anything about this from the gate guard?" you ask Mina. Alas she has no answer, all she wanted to do was see Click to his new home.
Speaking of the babe, he is less clicking and more gurgling and chattering, trying to form words maybe, though he is mostly punching the air cheerfully as you pass between the trees.
Is there something there, you wonder suddenly and
look below the surface of the world. Stretched out like a great spider's web between two old oaks is a spell... if spell it might be called, too fragile to do anything save maybe give one a shudder down the spine. A child's will could overpower it. Then, as you look to your left and then to your right, you realize this thing wraps around the perimeter of the woods as far as you can see.
Akorian perception: 1d20+7 = 17 (Success)
Raising a hand for the others to stop you ask Gorok what is past those trees, to which he explains that it is the old boundary of his tribe's territory, though they have not ranged that far since before he was hatched, mostly keeping to the deep mires. Intrigued and not a little weary he starts looking for the markers in trees and rocks that used to set the old boundary. He finds one and sure enough it is the source of the strange ward which seems to have no power beside making the hairs rise on the back of one's neck .
Gorok Perception: 1d20+9 = 21 (Success)
"Maybe they found guard magic?" Cob asks optimistically, though with one ear turned to the sky. "If they found strong magic maybe we should go in hooting-hollering, loud so they know we aren't enemy."
"That would draw the enemy to us." Gorok shakes his head and starts to press on when Mina notices some odd markings on the stone, script you are sure and of a kind finer than could be done with iruxi claws. Alas, neither she nor her feline familiar can puzzle out their meaning for which Pepper does give them a reproachful swat of his paw.
Knowledge (Religion): (Mina, Pepper): 17, 8 (Failure)
Perhaps a third of a bell in the guards finally find you, a pair of smooth-hided lizardfolk, still unblooded... wearing better leathers than Gorok had been when you met him and wielding spears of steel. A short conversation follows with far too much snapping of jaws after which Gorok turns back to you and Cob to translate: "He's asking if we raided the warmbloods. I said no and that I with to speak to the elders. Good lookout, has good strong eyes, can read my scars."
What do you do?
[] Play the ignorant stranger, ask the young guards what has changed in Gorok's absence, the fortunes of the tribe seem to have improved certainly
[] Wait to meet the elders before asking questions as is proper
[] Write in
OOC: Enjoy.