"I would hazard not."
Borric looks around for signs and tracks. He does not enter any building but looks for tracks leading in or out.
Track: [1d100] = 88 vs 52 Sense: [1d100] = 5 vs 65 and Search: [1d100] = 85 vs 72
the blood necklace causing worry by glowing. The plaques had animals/creatures on them. Found them in a super secret compartment in the Lady's house.
I'll make similar rolls to Borric when I get home or you can do it for me.
"Any idea what they might do, Solon?"
(back in time to the night before) Solon shakes his head, "No, but those cards are positively rank with spirit-energy; 'pungent' is the first word that springs to mind. Whatever you do with them, I'd recommend caution. I can only presume you pilfered them from the Sidhe manor?"
At the village, Rhenmyr casts about for signs of danger or foul play.
Sense (53): [1d100] = 26
Track (63): [1d100] = 59
Search(47): [1d100] = 20
Rhenmyr and Amon spend several minutes carefully examining the village for any clues about what might have become of its inhabitants. Rhenmyr also notes the cloying, "spicy" smell and when he runs his fingers along a dusty barrel, his finger comes away with a fine powdery film on his glove. He holds it to his nose and it is definitely the source of the smell. When he examines the tracks he's able to discern that most of the newest ones seem to be pointing away from the town and pass through the gate. It's difficult to assay numbers, but several dozens at least pass through the gate and then move in a (more or less) single file line off into the forest to the north, northeast. Marcán can confirm that as many as 450 people live(d) here.Amon also attempts to discern what has happened within the town.
Sense: [1d100] = 44 vs 41= Fail
Track: [1d100] = 96 vs 20 = Fail
Search: [1d100] = 46 vs 46 = Success
Marcán enters the Hetman's lodge and finds the place similarly abandoned as the rest of the village. The coals in the central firepit are long since burned out and the smell of a rotted feast assaults your nostrils. Around the long tables in the grand hall are platters of moldy food and rotted haunches of lamb. He holds his nose and walks a complete circuit around the tables looking for answers to what happened here. While you have your back turned to the door, there's a loud crash behind him. He spins on his heels and sees a small, filthy boy stumbling out from underneath a table. He yelps out of fright and bolts from the longhouse and out into the village square.Marcán sees to the chief's house.
"I left with Ker Gwez, I have recently been given the status of Bard by the druids, ah..." Marcán lists off several of his friends in his village, any of the recent holiday celebrations, good hunts, etc.
I wasn't given a diploma or something was I?
The night before: "Pungent? I don't like the sound of that. Aye. They were well hidden, but I managed to save them from that fire you set. Any ideas Urash, Amon, Marcán?" Rhenmyr replies with a laugh. He carefully wraps and stows the plaques after the others take a look.
The village: Rhenmyr positions himself to intercept the boy if he bolts.
The night before: "Pungent? I don't like the sound of that. Aye. They were well hidden, but I managed to save them from that fire you set. Any ideas Urash, Amon, Marcán?" Rhenmyr replies with a laugh. He carefully wraps and stows the plaques after the others take a look.
The village: Rhenmyr positions himself to intercept the boy if he bolts.
The boy calls out, "The fog done it. I was down the hill by the river with my da pullin' in our nets, and we saw it fall on the hilltop like a giant serpent coiled around the village walls; all green and whatnot. That's when we seen the black rider charge up the hill intae the mist. My da told me to lay down in the boat and be still while he went up after the rider to see what what was goin' on. An hour later all the folk of the town came out in single file, lead by the wraith on 'is black horse. His eyes glowed like embers and 'is face was like a black void inside 'is 'elmet, with those red awful eyes lookin' out. I seen my Da' walking past the dock on the road, but it was like he and everyone else was mindless; stumblin' and ootae it. I wanted to call oot tae 'im, but that wraith chilled my blood, and I couldnae make myself talk. That was weeks ago. I doon 'ave anywhere else tae go, so I been sleepin' in the root cellar of me 'ouse, an snatching food during the day when it seems like it's safe to come oot. Some night's there's been men aboot the village, but I cannae e'er see their faces and I keep myself hid; they dinnae look tae friendly."Marcán shook his head. "I just returned boy, I don't know anything about no wraith. Is that what made the town like this?"