Drav silently sneaks forward through the brush, taking care to avoid making any noise. He recognizes this area...he's at the mouth of the troll's lair. This is a very dangerous place to be, but the sound of voices speaking Common are too powerful lure for him to turn away now. He had to know what was happening.
Once he is close enough, he peers through the brush to spot a most unusual sight--a large group of people, armed and armored, standing outside the mouth of the trolls' cave. They consist of four humans, a gnome, a dwarf, a half-orc, and an elf. They also have two dogs with them, one only a puppy.
Of the humans, two are men and two are women. One woman has
long black hair, pale skin and blue eyes standing only a couple of inches taller than Drav. She's wearing a white, long-sleeved shirt, a sky blue vest, white breeches and knee-high leather black boots. She has a warhammer on her belt and a buckler on her arm, but otherwise wears no armor. She peers into the cave with a frown.
The other woman is taller and thinner than the first. She looks like a slight breeze might blow her away, she's so willowy. She has platinum hair that is wrapped in a shawl, blue eyes, and skin so pale it's nearly bluish in tint. She wears a grey vest and tunic, wide trousers and soft boots; but no armor and she doesn't seem to carry any visible weapons. She looks among the others, as if waiting for one of them to do or say something.
Of the men, they couldn't be more different from each other. One is tall and burly--by far, the tallest of the group. He has
long, greasy black hair and a small beard and appears covered in scars. He is wearing worn studded leather armor and Drav notices a pair of swords and several daggers on his belt, and a quiver full of arrows over his shoulder. He peers into the cave, arms crossed, quietly.
The other man is taller than the women, but shorter than the first man. He has
short red hair, violet eyes and fair skin. He's wearing light robes of gold and red, but no armor and he carries no visible weapons. He frowns impatiently and keeps looking up at the sun, as if worried about time being lost.
This leaves the demi-humans. They are a strange sight, as well. The half-orc is female with a slender, swimmer's build. She has pale grey skin, protruding lower canines, short black hair and grey eyes. She's wearing chain mail and carrying a very nice looking trident. She seems to have numerous wounds and is all bandaged up. She leans heavily on her trident, as if exhausted.
The gnome--the shorter by far of the group--stands at 3 feet. He has snow white hair, silver eyes and stone grey skin. He wears a Cordobés on his head, a duster, but no armor--and no shirt, either. He doesn't carry any visible weapons. He's also the one who was speaking last while scratching his chin. "...make 'em think twice about coming after us, or weaken them if they do," he finishes.
The elf is a little taller than Drav, and about the same age. He has blue eyes, pale skin and blond hair--save for a single red streak in it. He's wearing leather armor and carrying a bow and quiver of arrows. He appears to be daydreaming or something, barely paying attention to what the others are saying.
This leaves the dwarf. The rest of the group is very young; about the equivalent of Drav in age. But not the dwarf. He looks to be middle aged, making him by far the oldest.
He's muscular, has a long black beard and is squeezed into an old suit of chain mail. He heavily favors his right leg. An axe and shield are slung over his back. He's also badly wounded and sweating profusely. He stares into the cave, his fists opening and closing slowly.
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Drav makes a Move Silently [60] check (1d100): 35, pass.
