[Game and Talk Thread] RB Pathfinder

[Dp101]

If using the pulley does not come with any risk, we might as well do so.

[Commodore]

The pulley is awkward; whatever it lifts is heavy. Grunting, Niall manhandles the wet, musty ropes. I need a strength check. If anyone has a Knowledge (engineering) skill trained, you may roll for aid another, +1 bonus for every 5 rolled.

[TheHumanHydra]

This is the moment when Kile would come over and say, 'You look like you could use some help, brother,' Niall reflected resentfully.

Strength = 16

[Commodore]

With a lot of straining and groaning, over five minutes Niall manages to bring up a 10x10 wooden platform; it is heavy but the counterweights must be heavier, otherwise there would have been no way the swollen timbers of this elevator could have been brought up. It is three feet below ground level now; it can easily take all four of you but adding the packhorse might be risky.

[Dp101]

Well, given the absolute lack of treasure on the platform, I must insist that we investigate the banging noise. My employers insist that I bring at least something back from this mission.

[Jkaen]

Lucas looks on disappointed at the lack of any item of interest on the platform, he looks round quickly to see if they can lock the winch in place, or otherwise use something nearby to hold the platform aloft to save the effort of using the winch once again

Very well, let us head on then. If anybody is willing to lead Mabel here, then I can scout on ahead of the group and see what we are approaching before we are spotted

[AdrienIer]

Agreed

[TheHumanHydra]

Niall grips Mabel's harness with a shrug of assent, breathing heavily.

[Jkaen]

Lucas nods his thanks to Niall, then pulling the leather hood up over his head, his cloak falling over his earth coloured studded armour, he strides forward towards the sound in the distance, scanning the ground occasionally to keep an eye for tracks as he goes

Stealth - 19
Survival - 9
general comment - I hope my rolls stop sucking before we get to combat

[Commodore]

Lucas picks his way through a hundred feet of trees and scrub, making nary a sound, and seeing nary a trace. The scrub clears and suddenly, a dilapidated old shack made of driftwood is seen, with the bluff some thirty feet beyond.

The shack's door is broken off completely and part of its roof is off, one thin board of it catching the steady wind and making a regular banging sound. You're not seeing tracks in the snow but this hut, at least, has not been dwelt within in quite some time. Besides the board banging in the wind and the surf below the bluffs, the chilly night seems empty of sound or motion.