Jenn and Frank turn and begin to make their way back down the path that had winded them to this terrible tree. The screeches of the crows seemed to grow louder and more threatening, even as the tree fell farther and farther away in the tree line. If either of the hikers looked back, they would be relieved to see none of the big black birds chasing them through the forest. It was fortunately cooler under the forest canopy, but still the humidity was stifling, and the trees were so thickly gathered here that the lighting was almost dim, making it disorienting to figure out how late the day had grown.
And to make matters worse, the trail no longer looked familiar. The trail had somehow narrowed, and branches seemed to reach out as if to grab or slow down the two hikers.
Spoiler: OOC:
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Assuming the two are making their way back to camp. Please give me Wits + Survival, but this time -1. Competing against the following roll (5d10)[7][10][1][5][7](30)
And feel free to make any other rolls you think would be useful.
EDIT: Wow, my rolls have just been so bad of late.