The Den of Terror

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Oi dun say wut ull da prawblum is, s'nawt loik its dat baad. Blo'y humies, nawt unnerstahndin' dere own langwidge.

Wat nods at Sher's compliment.
"Orks dun let nuffin' stawp us! Nawt avun wusseh maps" Wat says proudly, his chin held high.

I get Orga's stuff, but I have to read it out loud in my head to comprehend it.

"I'm sure, but we have the maps now. It'll be much easier." I smile, slightly. "All we have to do is wait for our friendly neighborhood healer to prepare his spells and such and we'll be off, our proud, nightvisioned ork companion leading the way of course." I say, nodding at him.

Leilanad thinks for a bit, and he realises that he's lost quite a few arrows, and he decides to look for them with he firelight.

Search

Thunderscreamer carried out 1 launched of one d20 :

16

+5
(and I also have low-light vision, so I can see in the firelight)

You manage to find the missing arrows with ease. Mostly because a lot of them are embedded in the canine corpses lying around the immediate area, and the acrid scent of sulphuric decay mixing with the spilled contents of their digestive tracts works as an excellent hint to where they may be, even without a Scent skill.
It does, however, make for nasty work removing them. Roll up a fortitude check (and, you know, feel free to say if you do anything to avoid the smell, such as holding your breath, or sending the orc to collect your arrows for you =P ).

Leilanad cringes as he gets close, and to avoid the smell he covers his nose with his tunic. As he gets close to the corpses, he decides it would be best to breath as minimally as possible, and holds his breath during each and every yank.

Thunderscreamer carried out 1 launched of one d20 :

13

+5

The stench is pretty bad, but you manage to get the arrows back with only a slight amount of gagging.

Okay, okay, I get the message. No more attempts to force you to RP. =P

After an hour or two, the Cleric finally finishes preparing his skills. You pack up what remains of your camp, and everyone is ready to head off. Errwick affixes his helmet properly.
"What possisition is Errwick to be takink?"

I've been waiting for Zak to post an answer, but now things are getting burried. Lazt Zakard =P

Leilanad filled into his position in the back without saying a word, still not wanting to have an encounter with Wat or Sher.

Didnt know it was my post...

"Um, take the middle... And, try to keep these two away from each other if you can." I say, whispering and nodding my head at the half elf and half orc.
"Wat, in front my good sir. Leilanad, take up the back. Mordecai? Behind the healer, in front of Leilanad. Suzy, could you please stay behind Wat?"

Errwick nods and steps into line.

Wat steps up front, happy to be leading the march.

Suzy moves to behind Wat, glad that they'll be able to get going.

"If you wish but last I knew I was the one to be giving directions" I laugh but step into line, after all i'm not the leading man here.

I facepalm as I remember, laughing at myself. "Yes, yes, sorry. Sometimes a few minutes feels like a month or two, I'm liable to forget things. Behind Mr. Wat, if you please, Mordecai." I say, walking back to take his place in front of Leilanad.

"It's fine, we all make mistakes good fellow" I get into position then I lead us to the Den!

After a few minutes of clumsy stumbling through the darkness, you hear the sound of a nearby river. Eventually, walking along the riverbank, you find a pillar by the river, which you believe to be the riddle pillar.
It's on the other side. The river is a good twenty feet wide, and runs very fast.

"Oh bother. Mordecai, what is this riddle that its asking us about?" I ask from my position.

"This, my fellows, is where we must answer what I remember to be a riddle. We then gain entrance." I examine the riddle.

Roll Decipher Script.

Wat begins pulling out some rope, and attaches it to his grappling hook.
In response to the rest of the parties surely puzzled looks he says "'So way ken git acraws it easyuh"

"I'd like to see you get that in a good position, Mr. Wat... That is, unless you can bloody well craft us a boat."

"Naw, but Oi yus ter now a 'alf dragun dat kood maik da foines bot yud ever sain outta a cupl o dead bodies"

Apparently I straight up do not have decipher script!