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'''The DM:''' I'm guessing that you're feeling uncomfortable with that. The rocks of the tundra do not make running at a fast pace easily, but at a thousand yards out, you come to a sharp slope and bring the camp in sight. Hopping down the ledge, keeping ahead of the wolves, I must ask if you have any noise making possessions. | '''The DM:''' I'm guessing that you're feeling uncomfortable with that. The rocks of the tundra do not make running at a fast pace easily, but at a thousand yards out, you come to a sharp slope and bring the camp in sight. Hopping down the ledge, keeping ahead of the wolves, I must ask if you have any noise making possessions. | ||
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Revision as of 12:43, 7 January 2021
The DM: In.
The DM: Vafrandir, I robbed you of 22 x.p. for delivering the death blow to the first wolf.
The DM: To the rest of the party, when they arrive: what do you do next?
The DM: [10:34 Mountain] Out.
Pandred: We meet up with Dilhak, give him his axe, see how he's doing. We take Vafrandirs body.
The DM: In.
The DM: Please write in/out, Pandred. You're 1400 yards from camp, there are still at least four wolves, you've seen five since the defile and killed one. What do you do in the immediate moment?
Pandred: In. And for the immediate moment, I encourage Em and I to carry Vafrandir between us, and we continue to scurry at as fast a pace as we can towards the camp. Stride 8.
The DM: Heading off, as well as you can, burdened by the axe and Vafrandir's elvish 122 lb. body, you soon see wolves all about you, as many as a dozen, running to the left and right of you, keeping pace. Apparently, they've been running ahead of you in limbo, so they can pop out once they've circled around in front. Now that you're moving quickly, they're not able to do that.
The DM: I'm guessing that you're feeling uncomfortable with that. The rocks of the tundra do not make running at a fast pace easily, but at a thousand yards out, you come to a sharp slope and bring the camp in sight. Hopping down the ledge, keeping ahead of the wolves, I must ask if you have any noise making possessions.
Pandred: Like a horn or something? No, not as such. Just a bunch of metal things I could clang together and some shouting. I will certainly be calling out as we approach.
