Insight's Dark Sun: Burning Sands Campaign - IC

Korg

Korg mumbles curses as he follows the elf and Akkar. Neither was his telkinesis strong enough to help, nor had the spirits bestowed him powers that would be helpful here...

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Korg Wellspeaker
Perception: 19 Insight: 14 Low-light Vision
AC 13 Fortitude 12 Reflex 13 Will 15
Initiative: +0
Hit Points: 30 / 30 Bloodied: 15
Temporary Hit Points: 0
Resist:
Saving Throw: -
Action Points: 1 Second Wind: 1
Healing Surge:7 Surges per day: 8 / 8
At-Will Powers: Telekinetic Grasp, Call Spirit Companion, Spirit's Wrath, Spirit Infusion, Haunting Spirits
Encounter Powers: Healing Spirit 2/2, Speak with Spirits, Spirit of Athas, Scorching Sand
Daily Powers: Cleansing Wind of the North

Condition:

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Here's the map I came up with.

Note: I had a hard time putting a scale on the map, and it's not intended to be accurate in terms of distance. Assume that it's about 50ft from the "mystery tent" to Shaft B.
 

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As he sprints through the mineshaft, Kesh has an idea - one that he regards as brilliant. He stops dead in his tracks and watches Korg and Akkar as they meander along.

"So slow," he muses.

He grips the handle of the pick tightly, feeling its heaviness in his arms and wrists. He imagines striking into the back of Akkar's head - the satisfying crunch it might make.

"No, no. That's not right at all. He's fat, ignorant, and mean, but he's not evil."

Kesh turns and continues to run, knowing that the more he thinks about it, the more ambiguous his choices become. When he reaches the edge of the mineshaft and sees the desert storm whipping through the campsite, he waits for Korg and Akkar, so that they can venture to another area more safely.
 

Two men, wearing kank scale armor and wielding gouges, emerge from within the tent. Their eyes are pupil-less and they both possess vacant stares. "None may enter."
Zimno was a bit disconcerted by the breathing sound, but shelter was shelter. Then we should be called None. Unless death waits within, for death waits without.
 

(OOC - Well shucks, I guess we lost whoever was in the tent with me...)

Amica resists the urge to reach out mentally to the favored slave, and instead simply keeps her head down and performs as requested. Once Elohasi departs, she makes her way to the flap to see what she does.

Just then the wind started picking up, howling through fabric and fence and bringing an entourage of swirling grit along with it. As the House tent shuddered around its poles, Amica saw Elohasi vanish into the forbidden tent.

There was no time for more though. She hopped to, checking the moorings of the House tent and the integrity of its rods. It had survived other storms and would survive others again...she just meant to make sure it made it through this one.
 

Zimno was a bit disconcerted by the breathing sound, but shelter was shelter. Then we should be called None. Unless death waits within, for death waits without.

The pupil-less guards stand resolute, refusing to move aside for Zimno or anyone else. Zimno sees, beyond the guards, Elohasi, Erro Njeer's slave mistress, standing near what appears to be a giant tank of water. Zimno can't quite make out the large object in the tank.

The sandstorm grows in intensity. now blowing not only sand, but also unattended small objects. Horran barely dodges a flying chair.

OOC: Zimno must make an Endurance check.
 

Amica resists the urge to reach out mentally to the favored slave, and instead simply keeps her head down and performs as requested. Once Elohasi departs, she makes her way to the flap to see what she does.

Just then the wind started picking up, howling through fabric and fence and bringing an entourage of swirling grit along with it. As the House tent shuddered around its poles, Amica saw Elohasi vanish into the forbidden tent.

There was no time for more though. She hopped to, checking the moorings of the House tent and the integrity of its rods. It had survived other storms and would survive others again...she just meant to make sure it made it through this one.

Now within the sandstorm, Amica can barely make out the image of two people standing near a large tent at the center of the Rarun camp. Amica recognizes one of them as Zimno, the strange Eladrin slave she'd seen around the camp many times. Amica thinks the other one is the young Horrin, son of a noble house.

Amica feels like this sandstorm is far more intense than any she has experienced. And it's still growing in intensity. She can barely see much beyond her immediate area.

OOC: Amica will need to attempt an Endurance check.
 

Zimno fights the storm, then attempts to get a measure of the guards. They are too implacable. Sneering, he drags the boy to one of the side tents, avoiding the main tent and further suspicion. He'll talk to the boy there.[sblock=OOC]Endurance 22; Insight 9[/sblock]
 

Kesh turns to address Korg and Akkar.

"I suppose we should wait in here until the storm passes - unless you have another idea?"

He grips the pick tightly, looking for something to focus on while he awaits a response.
 

Zimno fights the storm, then attempts to get a measure of the guards. They are too implacable. Sneering, he drags the boy to one of the side tents, avoiding the main tent and further suspicion. He'll talk to the boy there.

"Wait!" Horran says, drawing his obsidian scimitar. "They'll not defy me! I am born of noble blood." Horran advances towards the guards with an uncharacteristic scowl on his face. "Stand aside... or else!"


OOC: Zimno succeeds on the Endurance check.
 

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