Earth remains standing guard as the rest of the crew eats and rests. He does not need those sort of resources to keep going. Standing tall, his feet sink in the lose earth as he intensifies his link with the natural surroundings of this particular island, and tunes his mind with the spirit of the Stone and Magma that dwells underneath the surface. Tarkus' help aids in reinforcing his link, and soon the cracks and unbleeding ruptures in Earth fill with the sand of the beach, that hardens, compacts and becomes solid quartz. The vegetation that covers the warforged grows back on the spots it was destroyed, some of the vine sprouting flowers. Earth seems to pay no attention to that. Why would a mountain worry for the plants that thrive on it?
The now decorated warforged glides his head to face the elven lass.
"Identify yourself fleshling." commanded the stone guardian.
OOC: HP totals in the spreadsheets are correct. Still have to update the wiki resume. Making a nature roll to see if Earth can sense anything from the island's natural spirits.