<strong>Grolo Feyseeker (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=918280)<br/>Atop the Hill<br/>Kamelands</strong><br/><br/>He stared at the tree on the horizon for a few more seconds.  Something tugged at his memory... or was it just his imagination?  One tree looked much like another in the Stolen Lands, especially at this distance.<br/><br/>With a sigh, Grolo turned away and watched as the quiet swordlord disappeared into the spider's burrow far below, only to emerge moments later with a thick bundle.  The others gathered round it, obscuring Grolo's view as they investigated.<br/><br/>"No, don't bother waiting for me!" Grolo shouted down at them, smoothing his eyebrows in annoyance.  "I'll be down in but a moment!"<br/><br/>He descended the hill rapidly and with no great exertion.  Climbing was much easier when you were descending.<br/><br/>About halfway down, the Aasimar called up to him.<br/><br/><em>"Grolo, you wouldn't happen to know of anyone who goes by the title of 'Stag Lord', would you?"</em><br/><br/>"Stag Lord?" Grolo called back, hanging precipitously from a small handhold above a wide ledge.  He let go and dropped the half meter or so to the rocky precipice.  With a smirk, he turned around and leaned against the hill.  From his vantage point twenty feet above everyone else, he had a commanding view of the bone yard.  It was even bigger than it had looked from the ground, a jagged expanse of sunbleached bone dotted with the odd skull or intact rib cage.<br/><br/>"I know of a man who would call himself that," Grolo said, crouching as he looked down at the others.  "In fact, he's probably the same miscreant we've been tasked with dealing with here in the Stolen Lands.  I talked with a bloke in New Stetven who knew about the group.  He said they're a small bunch who lurk round the Greenbelt to the south.  Their leader has a head the size of a watermelon and reckons himself the 'Lord of Stags' or somesuch nonsense.  They wear medallions and trinkets in this style."<br/><br/>Grolo descended the last twenty feet in a few seconds, nimbly hopping down the side of the hill like a jackrabbit.  He was breathing heavily when he reached the base, but the gnome wore a smile like a madman at an orcish banquet.<br/><br/>"How exhilarating!" he exclaimed, stepping up next to the bundle.  A pile of scrolls were set off to the side with a small pile of gold coins.  Iradir held a wand and Uria was busy dueling invisible kobolds, Analina was nowhere to be found and Garisto was looking bored, so he figured the scrolls were for him.  He stuffed them into his backpack to peruse later, then investigated the spider hole.<br/><br/>"Poor fellow," he said quietly when he spotted the corpse.  For a brief moment, Grolo wondered who he had been and where he had come from, and what ill fortune had befallen him to wind up in a great spider's boneyard.<br/><br/>A glint of light caught his eye: in the earth behind the corpse was a vein of dark yellow rock.  He stepped around the dead man gingerly, giving it a close inspection.  There was no mistaking that characteristic luster.<br/><br/>When he climbed out of the pit, Grolo strode to his companions.  "Well, looks like the great spider was an aspiring prospector in her free time.  There's gold in that there hole, an entire vein of it.  I don't suppose any of you brought a pickaxe?"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Actions</div><div class="spoiler_body">Grolo holds his position on the edge of the hill and makes a knowledge check to see if kobolds could be expected to settle beneath such an immense tree.  Knowledge (Local): 9 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=59612)</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Grolo Feyseeker<br/>Level 1 Gnome Bard</strong> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=918280)<br/><em>Talking with his companions.</em><br/>HP: 11/11<br/>Subdual: 11/11<br/>Hit Dice: 1d8<br/>Init: +3<br/><br/><strong>Saves</strong><br/>Fort: +2<br/>Reflex: +4<br/>Will: +1<br/><br/><strong>Defense</strong><br/>AC: 13<br/>Touch: 13<br/>Flat: 11<br/>CMD: 9<br/><br/><strong>Offense</strong><br/>Melee: -1<br/>Ranged: +3<br/>Carved Shortbow: 1d4 - 2 , 19 arrows  <br/>Quarterstaff: 1d4/1d4<br/><br/><strong>Spell Slots</strong><br/>Cantrips- ∞<br/>1st - 2/2<br/><br/><strong>Bardic</strong><br/>Bardic Performance: 6/8 Rounds<br/></div></div>