Age of Heroes - LR's Gestalt Game.

Ilshana nods distractedly, then adds, "Do the tracks lead out of town? Can we follow them? Wait, what am I thinking....nightmares can run on air, of course there's no tracks..."

She gives the hulking goliath a measuring look. "Was there anything here besides nightmares though? Surely they alone couldn't have caused such havoc. And a giant couldn't ride a nightmare...if there were giants here, they'd be afoot."

"I just don't want to go running off to a frost giant fortress if we don't really know that's what struck this town is all." She shrugs.
 

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The Goliath looks in the direction of the fortress, then looks back at the others, "I saw no giant tracks, just the nightmare's. The good news is that means some of the villagers probably survived. One person would find it difficult to contain all the people as they fled, even a powerful one. They are most likely hiding out in the wilderness."

"The bad news is that if one person did this, he is likely to be powerful. With these heads, the deadgate is getting more powerful, I think our time is running out."


"I think our time of gathering information from people is at an end. I don't mean to alarm any of you, but I am wearing a disguise. My people are few and insular, as such many people tend to mistake my true appearance as monstrous, frightening. I did not mean to decieve any of you, it just makes walking the human lands easier."

With that, Ununkua'em takes off his hat. There is a shimmer and he grows. Now nearing eight feet tall, the weapons in his posession seem a little better sized, though still large. His skin becomes mottled with patterns of grey and darker grey. "I want the monster responsible for this to see my true face when I ram my sword into his heart."
 

"There may have easily been more than one of the nightmares, most likely all with riders. They can move easily in and out of this plane, and are not bound to the ground like normal horses. The distance from here to the mountains would take them little time." He look around again at the surrounding wreckage, "let us not forget the damage magic in the wrong hands can wreak."
 

Silvanyck

Eldritch fire crackles at Silvanyck's finger tips. "Let us not forget the good and justice that magic can provide in the proper hands. I agree the evidence is not conclusive, but in absence of any better course I say we make for the fortress in the valley."
 


Silvanyck

OOC: I guess we don't have a good answer, the DM's last comment seems to have struck us all dumb.

Getting no response to his last comment, the Wood Elf continues. "I can fly, though no faster than a man might walk. At least I can travel straight and ignore the terrain. I need rest only a few hours each day. Is there some way I could carry the rest of you along with me?" He sighs, "we have not planned as well as we might."

OOC: Silvanyck probes his memory for legends of gates or portals near Solon--Bardic Knowledge +14 or another village nearby where we might aquire mounts.
 

"It does seem that more preparation could have been had, but we had little to go on for our preparations. If I am given a day and some time to study, I can provide us all with mounts or a series of teleports, although teleportation would be more difficult as I have not seen where we will travel."
 

Ilshama pats the flank of her own horse.

"I have a mount right here," she points out. "But that doesn't do much for the rest of you. Sadly, I don't know much transportation magic. I've always felt that the journey's at least as important as the getting there."

She sighs.

"Never really worked under a deadline before. Don't much care for it."
 

"I essentially travel as fast as a horse, if it comes to that. I have an ability to fly for a short time, granted by the boots I wear, perhaps the best course is to rest here, until we can re-allocate our spells. In the morning, fly as high as we can to get a birds eye view of our destination and teleport there, or at least near by."
 

You spend a restless night tormented by the usual dreams in the one remaining building in Solon, as the sun begins to shed it's wan light upon the small hamlet you make your preparations for your coming travels.

Voidrazor:[sblock]
Now would be a good time for Vhandamere to make his entrance[/sblock]
 

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