The trek was an… interesting one. There was a large half orc, a warrior human, a human running late and… a elf. A pure elf. Growing up she never met any other elf so the sight of another one, whether it be woodland, dark or otherwise was surprising for the half elf. As she walked behind him she found herself staring more than she probably should. Orcs she’s seen, humans she’s seen, elves… outside of a reflection, this was her first.

At the halt the blonde took a moment to look around them. Between the size of the whole and the larger imprints on the ground, she ventured her way towards the broken limbs and ran a hand along them. A look of disgust moved across her face. Yes… yes she knew what this was and as she stood up she brushed the contents on her hand against the tree. “Yuck.” Upon the sight of the light her head jerked in that direction and she followed along with the wood elf towards the scene.

The centipede was as big as she originally thought but what startled her was the sudden yell of the Orc. Okay… Making a face and stepping away/towards the body of the centipede; the monk focused her gaze and attempted to dig through the useless information the other monks had instilled in her during her pointless studies. What were these markings?

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[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/11788]History check: Nat 20 + 4 = 24[/url][/hider]