The Virtue of Swiftness
Season of Rushing Waters
A shared look is all it takes, none of you really want to go down in a ditch and follow strange sounds... well maybe Cob, but even among his old tribe those who followed strange sounds alone had a habit of never returning from under far-shadows. So you make your way across, some more stealthily than others as shadows muffle your steps and Cob follows uncomfortably close to take some advantage of your unearthly blessing... only for Gorok to loose a skinning knife off one of his many belts, clattering into the darkness under the bridge, which startles Mina out of her slow Pepper-guided walk into a rush that only adds to the clamor.
Good shoes that take hard wear on stone are also loud as hell's own dancers, you learn cursing under your breath even as Warty jumps the whole span of the bridge in one leap with nothing but a muffled thump to mark him.
On instinct alone you make the hand signs for getting out of here only to remember they don't know what those even are. "Come on, come on!"
The span between your shoulder-blades feels like it's been dipped in itching oil for the next half mile until the tunnel finally narrows into something more defensible then slides down an old slipway that must have held something more exotic than water to judge from the streaks of dark residue all across it.
Alas, once you are through the strange passage and back into the orc-caves you find them distinctly less deserted according to Gorok. There are no beasts here and the patches of glow-lichen are positioned to keep the light in the eyes of anyone coming from the east, trimmed with a purpose. It does not not take long to spy the signs on stone, prominently carved and stained black with soot: three circles bound by a triangle, all contained in another larger ring.
Akorian Knowledge (History): 1d20 +5 = 7 (Failure)
Alas that you can make no sense of the thing, signs and totems change with the shifting water ways, the grumblings of the stone, the migrations of beasts and even causes more arcane. The only thing you can be sure of is that it is not of Xulgath make, though that is more your nose not your eyes speaking, no reek lingers in the air.
In the end it is not you who discover the identity of the locals, but they who find yours. Sharp booming sounds, half flute half whistle call out, a keening sharp as a knife... once, twice, an
answer.
Hearing this Gorok puts his hand on the flank of the slurk to calm it. "They are around and below, ahead and to the left, we cannot escape, not easily at least. It seems like we shall have to speak to those who dwell in this place.
"And answer for trespass?" Mina asks worriedly looking around as though a wave of crossbow bolts might fly out of the dark at any moment.
"They would not be that obvious if they were planning an ambush," you shake your head.
"Unless they're goblins," Cob offers, not-entirely-helpfully.
Or dero, or morlock, or any of a dozen other sorts of folk driven mad by the isolation of the deep caves this far from any of the trade tunnels, your mind adds to the list as the four of you fortify as much as one can with nothing but what you can pull out of your packs. Your best battlement in Warty stretched out across the threshold of the narrow cave just wide enough for you and Mina to stand up at the back while Gorok can reach across the body of the slurk with his metal hook.
Suddenly a voice rings out from the darkness, harsh and unaccustomed to the contours of the dwarf tongue, but still clear as it is commanding: "Who passed through the Three Skull Hunting Grounds without pledge or blood or strength of steel?"
Gorok looks back at you and Mina, even as Cob for answers...
[] Enemies of the xulgath under the thrall of the ancient Blackscale
Hopefully he's made as much of a thorn in the side of these folk as his other neighbors
[] Travelers passing through, knowing not these caves have been inhabited
Likely you will be asked to pay some kind of tribute for your trespass
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OOC: If the opposing roll had beaten your lowest roll but not the average you would have gotten a different and less dangerous result than if they had beaten the average, thankfully for you whatever was in that dry riverbed was far too busy with whatever it was doing.