[Game Thread] Chapter 1 A dark throne

[hallstadt]

Shaking off his haziness and his close encounter with a nearby pine tree, Wafflebert approaches the carcass warily. First, he

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scans the edges of the roadside for any possible threats concealed there, then

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tries to determine what or who might have killed this creature and robbed it of its tusks.

OOC I put the rolls in TT for this post, if you would prefer I go back to using the rolling thread I will, but I find this is easier.

[bigkidleague]

The edges where the tusks have been removed have small grooves in them that look as though they came from a saw. Other than the blood that is soaked around the ground by the boar there is no sign that there is any life around. The forest is as still as death.

ooc I do like to have the rolls in the roll thread however if you must use something else Id like to be able to find them.

[hallstadt]

Originally Posted by bigkidleague

OOC I'm not sure what you mean--I displayed the roll within the "TT" tag (i.e. roll over the underlined word to see the result as many of us have been doing but [/I just saved a step and put the roll in there instead of rolling in a nother thread and just copying the result. Again, if it's a problem I can go back to doing it the other way.

[Mrtiki1015]

Krusk stares at the remains before whispering We go now? Krusk want protect lady stuff. Krusk waves his greatsword around and starts staring at the blade while he waves it. Krusk want go! Krusk want go! Krusk continues to repeat those words until the others start walking away with him.

[hallstadt]

"Yes, Krusk, let's keep moving... though I wonder who--or what--might have killed this creature and taken its tusks..."

Wafflebert pauses, thoughtfully,

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trying to recall if he has heard any tales about creatures or cultures who might have left a boar carcass in such a shattered state as this as he watches the huge h'orc lumber onward. Something about the quiet wood troubles him and he feels almost as if strange eyes peer at him from the thickening shadows at the trail's edge.

Still, at least I can rely on Krusk to "Krush" anything that might stand in our way. Let's just hope we're up to the task! Sighing inwardly, he hurries along to catch up with his fellows.

[Fierce Falcon]

Some hunter’s dirty remnants, he thought to himself. Dmitri had rubbed proverbial elbows with enough merchants and collectors to know that if tusks were the prize, the rest would be left to rot. The state of the corpse has no real meaning for the scholar, probably just forest creatures eating the dead. His eyes continually scanned the road ahead still, more out of habit than genuine concern. Had this been an ambush, the enemy had chosen a highly peculiar bait.
He stood aside while the others took a closer look, and took the opportunity to wipe his brow with a silk handkerchief. Taking a pull of water from the skin on the cart, he offered a slight nod at Krusk’s inquiry before stepping confidently back on their path. "Some young hunter, no doubt. Intent on some barbaric decoration, I've known collectors to pay a worthy fee for carved tusks. No offense, my friend."

[hallstadt]

"Indeed--no one is likely to come after your "tusks" Wafflebert says, and playfully points at Krusks' large tusk-like incisors.

"And, again, I agree--let's keep going. There may be some specific uses for boar tusks, but I don't know of any that make this find particularly noteworthy."

Wafflebert seems pleased by his friends' confidence, his own levity returning as he smiles and begins to softly hum a traveling tune.