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D&D 5E Al-Qadim Moving Through the Flame
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Amina nods at Akilah's question, then shakes her head at Salhuddin. The ability to fly would be useful...but if they were being observed, it would mark her as someone to pay attention to.
Then as Lal gets started, she excuses herself and moves over to the camels to rummage in the packs there...then from her pouch she takes a pair of coins and places them over her eyes, tensing the muscles there to hold them in place. There was a moment of staring into blackness, then she could see the landscape in lurid black and white, much brighter than it had been before.
Ah night. So much easier to work when all the world was in shadow.
Ankabut stepped through, and the world was a negative of itself. Light where it had been dark; dark where it had been light. She hurried across to an outcropping of rocks that would be between her and the floating figure and stepped back. Here she invoked her cloak's magic. The cloth dissolved into a halo of shifting sand that wrapped around her, dressing her in the semblance of the desert floor...little more than another rock herself.
After a moment to make sure the figure was still watching the campfire, Ankabut moved again, the sands whirling about her continuing to shift as she went...now a shrub, now the trunk of a tree...always something innocuous, as she approached the spot closest to their observer.
(Move to camels, then shadow teleport 60' to a spot with cover or concealment from Floaty McFloatface and Hide; advantage from cloak: [roll0] or [roll1]; then use remaining movement, plus a dash from Cunning Action, to get closer while still stealthed and try to get a better look: [roll2] Perception.)
(Using Goggles of Night to gain Darkvision 60', and any Perception roll opposed by her Stealth is at disadvantage)
Amina's AC is 18, she is at 68 HP of 90.
Then as Lal gets started, she excuses herself and moves over to the camels to rummage in the packs there...then from her pouch she takes a pair of coins and places them over her eyes, tensing the muscles there to hold them in place. There was a moment of staring into blackness, then she could see the landscape in lurid black and white, much brighter than it had been before.
Ah night. So much easier to work when all the world was in shadow.
Ankabut stepped through, and the world was a negative of itself. Light where it had been dark; dark where it had been light. She hurried across to an outcropping of rocks that would be between her and the floating figure and stepped back. Here she invoked her cloak's magic. The cloth dissolved into a halo of shifting sand that wrapped around her, dressing her in the semblance of the desert floor...little more than another rock herself.
After a moment to make sure the figure was still watching the campfire, Ankabut moved again, the sands whirling about her continuing to shift as she went...now a shrub, now the trunk of a tree...always something innocuous, as she approached the spot closest to their observer.
(Move to camels, then shadow teleport 60' to a spot with cover or concealment from Floaty McFloatface and Hide; advantage from cloak: [roll0] or [roll1]; then use remaining movement, plus a dash from Cunning Action, to get closer while still stealthed and try to get a better look: [roll2] Perception.)
(Using Goggles of Night to gain Darkvision 60', and any Perception roll opposed by her Stealth is at disadvantage)
Amina's AC is 18, she is at 68 HP of 90.
Quickleaf
Legend
From her vantage point, pressed against the hollow of a rock face high above the oasis floor, "Amina" can make out the figure some 100 feet away. It is a tall man clad in a billowing cloak ornamented with geometric designs and a beaded veil covering his nose and mouth. Her keen eyes pick out further details: the man has the ears of an elf, piercing eyes, long hair that is unusually pale, the hint of a sword scabbard under the folds of his robes. He does not seem to have noticed the Spider watching him, and floats down to a ledge before the mouth of a cave. Adjusting his veil, he approaches the mouth of the cave which he appears very familiar with.
[SBLOCK=What "Amina" sees (just in black-and-white)]
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[SBLOCK=What "Amina" sees (just in black-and-white)]
Black robe, magic ability...Ankabut tensed slightly as she weighed the strike. He was far away, but not so far she couldn't get to him. He seemed to be alone, and the darkness favored her.
But no. Too soon. Too impulsive. She didn't know the quarry or his resources. More, simply being a mage who wore black was not a crime. Her heart told her this was an enemy but she would wait until her mind, body and heart could strike as one.
She noted the cave he'd gone into though, counted to it from the nearest side and memorized the number.
Then Ankabut reversed her course, scurrying back to the camp under cover of magic and night. As she did, she spotted Husam heading up to the caves and cursed herself silently for having lost track of him. A momentary diversion then.
Husam was moving along the switchback, when suddenly Amina emerged from behind a rock, something like mist or sand swirling around her and making her hard to see until she revealed herself.
"Return to the fire. Someone was watching us from the caves. We're deciding what to do about it."
Then she leapt down the incline towards the next switchback down...but when Husam looked down after her, she was nowhere to be seen.
From her intervention with Husam, Amina ducked through the shadows back to the camels, and turned the magic of her cloak off while removing the coins from her eyes. She even took some utensils from the pack and brought them, and a skin of water, to the fire.
"Mage, elf with long pale hair, black cloak with red designs. Sword. He watched for a little while longer, then went into a cave. I marked which one."
She looked around and offered the waterskin.
"Water?"
But no. Too soon. Too impulsive. She didn't know the quarry or his resources. More, simply being a mage who wore black was not a crime. Her heart told her this was an enemy but she would wait until her mind, body and heart could strike as one.
She noted the cave he'd gone into though, counted to it from the nearest side and memorized the number.
Then Ankabut reversed her course, scurrying back to the camp under cover of magic and night. As she did, she spotted Husam heading up to the caves and cursed herself silently for having lost track of him. A momentary diversion then.
Husam was moving along the switchback, when suddenly Amina emerged from behind a rock, something like mist or sand swirling around her and making her hard to see until she revealed herself.
"Return to the fire. Someone was watching us from the caves. We're deciding what to do about it."
Then she leapt down the incline towards the next switchback down...but when Husam looked down after her, she was nowhere to be seen.
From her intervention with Husam, Amina ducked through the shadows back to the camels, and turned the magic of her cloak off while removing the coins from her eyes. She even took some utensils from the pack and brought them, and a skin of water, to the fire.
"Mage, elf with long pale hair, black cloak with red designs. Sword. He watched for a little while longer, then went into a cave. I marked which one."
She looked around and offered the waterskin.
"Water?"
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Harun looked up at her, not wanting to take his eyes off the sphere. He was captivated by it, wanting to learn how it was made and what it could do.
"Maybe he just wants to rest in a cave? Not that I blame him. The heat is not a good friend, am I right?"
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"Maybe he just wants to rest in a cave? Not that I blame him. The heat is not a good friend, am I right?"
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Ancalagon
Dusty Dragon
Lal nods sharply at Amina "I trust my little distraction was sufficient?" . He look at his map and then at the others "It *is* a curious coincidence for this elven mage to be here is it not... We should investigate. If he is but a traveler we talk a bit. If not... well then."
Quickleaf
Legend
The sound of the camels calling in the background has been quieted by Ajan's men, but still they persist in low gurgling calls, as if still agitated from the encounter with the hydra. Those of you familiar with such beasts notices the chorus is more complex than most sounds the stubborn animals make.
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