The Northlands Saga - Spears in the Ice IC

[Ghostfoot]

"Well fought, warriors. Our first troll, but surely not our last. Besting such a foe is a good omen for not all come away unscathed from their first troll-hunt." says Signy.

Leaving the charred troll corpse where it lies you mount up and head onward. There is no further sign of troll tracks on the stony trail.

Before long you detect signs of life ahead, the scent of the campfire and the lowing of cattle. Cresting a rise in the hills you observe a gentle dip where three trails intersect among the rocky hills. To one side a group of cattle are corralled behind a makeshift rope fence. The bodies of five men and women lie strewn about the area. Not dead but from the copious skins of mead, splatterings of vomit and occasional snore, seemingly passed out drunk from a hard night.

From their unkempt garb and appearance these are evidently folk who have fallen on hard times. Some have signs of superficial injuries bandaged or recently healing. Each wears (or mostly wears) dirty studded leather armour and a selection of weaponry lie about.

As you look down upon them they continue to slumber away, unaware of your presence. "Bandits," whispers Signy, "Or thieves. Desperate folk. I don't see Styr the Ugly among them though."

Spoiler: Sense Motive

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DDW (1d20+1)[4]
Freyja (1d20-1)[17]
Heltinne (1d20+5)[11]
Bjorn (1d20)[9]
Signy (1d20)[19]

Spoiler: Freyja & Signy

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They sure look more like bandits and cattle-thieves than woodsmen or travellers.