Cain / Nature / Feston

[nubz]

okay. good old random encounter table.

After fifteen minutes, Strike and the eagle have gotten a fair bit ahead of you . . . when you "see" Strike pull up short.

Its not that he lost them, its the fact that the trail leads into a bear cave. It takes another minute to get there, and when you do Strike has already come to the conclusion that he's not going in there after them.

You can't see any signs pointing one way or the other, so its impossible to tell if there's a bear in there without going in there.

[Cain]

((OOC: ohh hmm if there is a bear in there it could mean potential doom as we are already wounded... on the other hand, unsuccesful hunts are a bad thing. Hmmm desitions desitions.. there is always wild empathy.. but I only have a score of 2 in that....hmm must form plan....))

Desideing it might be better to figure out if there is a bear in the den before trying to enter Feston pulls out his extra length of rope , ties a knot at one end and casts light on that point. He then chucks that end into the cave and glances in to see if he can make out anything new.

[nubz]

*rolling: check*

You get a good throw on the rope, and it flies true. It goes about fifteen feet before it lands on a bear's nose. A big bear, sort of a golden brown, with a paw near as big as your chest. One eye pops open, and the deep, rolling growl echoes through the cavern, "Whaddya want??

A frendly, nonteeth smile
"Prey of ours. It seems to have decided to intrude and hide in your den. THought you might want to know. We mearly want to kill it and maybe take some of its meat, not likely very much if any, you could have the rest. If you let us go after it, it could mean a free meal for you."

((OOC: Wrong account again >.< I do that alot...))

[nubz]

"Well . . . I am hungry . . ." It rolls over, yawning and stretching. "But what would be stupid enough to bother a bear?"


It would seem he's letting you search... at the least he's not in any hurry to eat you. Then again, you have this feeling that you don't want to give him a reason to think about that, either. Either a steady flow of conversation to keep his mind occupied, or quiet as a mouse and hope he forgets your there. Two obvious options, though neither of them seems perfect (mostly because they're on either extreme, and there's probably a happy medium that will work much better)

[Cain]

"Oh I believe it is quite stupid indded. It is something which used thisl. *stabs the spear into the ground.* A humanoid's tool. Humanoids all tend to think they are are stronger then they actualy are. This one was foolish enough to attack us. Now we have become its preditores and it our prey."

Feston begins moving in, retracting his rope back too him.

[nubz]

"Damn kobolds... every spring, I wake up and there's even more of the little parasites in my forest." You spend two minutes searching the cave - its not that big and you do have a light - to find nothing. Apparently, it was smart enough to run past the cave to mask its scent trail... spending time in that cave, you don't think you'll smell anything BUT bear for the rest of the day. "Ya know, they're not that tasty, not much meat on em... humans are so primitive, you should learn to hunt deer like the rest of us." He takes a moment to roll in the dust in the clearing in front of his cave, adding, "But if you really want them, just go to their hive."

[Cain]

Feston's in a bit of a sour mood that his prey escapedsmiles at the mention of this hive.
"Oh? and where is that?"

[nubz]

"[b][i]Well, head *that* way til you reach a game trail, then follow it until you reach the end of my forest... from there, hang a right and follow the smell." You don't even have to do a lore check to know he means the end of his forest is the last tree with bear markings - you know, where they use the tree as a scratching post, and the bear that can reach the highest on the tree is considered the dominant one... Oh, and he pointed with his snout to direct you...


I'm assuming you follow his directions, though strike doesnt exactly follow a straight path - he's getting very independant lately, it seems like only yesterday you'd have to pluck the legs off of squirrels for him to chase down and get the feel for the hunt.

look for the new thread, now.