((OOC: *tries to imagine a War-Forged 'mouthing' any words intelligibly and just can't...*))
Gilley pauses just long enough to dig for his dropped longsword, then helps push the giant corpse through the portal without hesitation regarding the lack of knowledge of where it might go. His nose immediately wrinkles on the other side as the stench reaches him. Surely, he has had experience with decay, but that was always in open air. This is just putrid.
He lets the ladies converse with the frog, while he sheathes his longsword.
Knowledge: Dungeoneering [1d20+2] = 19+2 = 21
((Or Nature, or Geography (!?), since the modifiers are the same))
What is it?
Gilley pauses just long enough to dig for his dropped longsword, then helps push the giant corpse through the portal without hesitation regarding the lack of knowledge of where it might go. His nose immediately wrinkles on the other side as the stench reaches him. Surely, he has had experience with decay, but that was always in open air. This is just putrid.
He lets the ladies converse with the frog, while he sheathes his longsword.
Knowledge: Dungeoneering [1d20+2] = 19+2 = 21
((Or Nature, or Geography (!?), since the modifiers are the same))
What is it?
