Everyone took to their tasks admirably even if they questioned the use of their time. The truth was Caro could do some of these tasks himself, but he was saving his stamina for the proper moment. A lighter alchemical touch on the cliff edge would probably be safer overall. A tracker for a beast and a lightly armoured scout for the scouting. All without a drop of mana spent. Lovely start over all. When Ceren brought back the animal and compared horns with Genthus and made Caro take a speculative glance at the goat's undercarriage for a moment before dismissing the idea. To the plan at hand.
“When we are ready Ceren and Genthus will take the goat to about halfway through the cleft and stake him to something sturdy. He should be loud enough in that echo chamber to draw whatever predator thinks it can get down the cliffs easily.” Caro drew a knife from his belt and began sawing savagely at a dark brown sausage from his pack. “I'll stay at this end with Esme. We get a good solid swooping in, I'll cause a landslide that should knock the wyvren into the stakes and hopefully ground it. Then Genthus and I go in on either side and hopefully Ceren and Esme can shoot around us.” He brought the uneven sausage circle to his mouth and smiled, “If the goat lives you guys can name it.” he smiled as he ate.
For his own efforts he had spent the last hour or two collecting a thick and dewy moss scraped from underneath damp rocks. Mixed with a bit of dried offal a touch of accelerant it made a just an unholy stink. The stink however smelled mostly like goat and bit like wyvren. The final touch on the bait cake. He gathered what he had to a tall enough rock at the mouth of the cleft and molded a bowl out of the top with his handy alchemical solution. Within the bowl he put his awful concoction into the basin and with a flick of the wrist lit the damp awful offal. Thick acrid smoke rose into the sky, luckily above their camp enough that it wouldn't waft too far down. If so, it was an occupational hazard I suppose. “Alright” he announced, looking down at his nearly terminally soiled hands, “Let's eat something while we wait.”
“When we are ready Ceren and Genthus will take the goat to about halfway through the cleft and stake him to something sturdy. He should be loud enough in that echo chamber to draw whatever predator thinks it can get down the cliffs easily.” Caro drew a knife from his belt and began sawing savagely at a dark brown sausage from his pack. “I'll stay at this end with Esme. We get a good solid swooping in, I'll cause a landslide that should knock the wyvren into the stakes and hopefully ground it. Then Genthus and I go in on either side and hopefully Ceren and Esme can shoot around us.” He brought the uneven sausage circle to his mouth and smiled, “If the goat lives you guys can name it.” he smiled as he ate.
For his own efforts he had spent the last hour or two collecting a thick and dewy moss scraped from underneath damp rocks. Mixed with a bit of dried offal a touch of accelerant it made a just an unholy stink. The stink however smelled mostly like goat and bit like wyvren. The final touch on the bait cake. He gathered what he had to a tall enough rock at the mouth of the cleft and molded a bowl out of the top with his handy alchemical solution. Within the bowl he put his awful concoction into the basin and with a flick of the wrist lit the damp awful offal. Thick acrid smoke rose into the sky, luckily above their camp enough that it wouldn't waft too far down. If so, it was an occupational hazard I suppose. “Alright” he announced, looking down at his nearly terminally soiled hands, “Let's eat something while we wait.”
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