D&D 5E Al-Qadim Moving Through the Flame

Shayuri

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During the night, Amina emerges from her little tent laid out near Akilah's and sets out across the desert towards the city.

A careless moment, perhaps, on her part leads to what follows. As she glides past Harun, he turns in his sleep and his leg catches her foot. Taken by surprise, Ankabut tumbles to the sand and the commotion is enough to wake him.

There's not much to say at that point. A lie will reach Akilah's ears and call everything she says and seems to be into question. So 'Amina' tells Harun the truth. She is planning to investigate the city before sunrise, so that the group can be forewarned. When Harun insists on coming along she contains her irritation behind her veil, and behind her own inscrutable face. Harun's first steps are passably quiet, but not good enough for Ankabut's liking...so she draws on her training. Her hands twist into the old forms, guiding energy from within herself out into the world.

The sand curls around her and Harun's feet like a thing coming to life, and the shadows deepen around them. Where they walk becomes firm under them, making no more noise than a carpeted floor might...and shifting in their wake to leave no footprints.

"No words. Stay low and behind things or in shadow," Amina instructs Harun tersely. "The spell will not protect you if you make no effort to be hidden."

Then she is off, and if Harun hadn't seen her leave he'd have no idea which way to go to follow. She seemed to melt into the desert and vanish entirely, leaving no trace that she was ever there.

Stealth with advantage + pass without trace: 1d20+19 34 1d20+19 21

(OOC - Using Pass Without Trace for 2 Ki to help our stealth checks. This lasts for 1 hour with concentration, and adds +10 Stealth along with erasing any footprints and signs of passage. Amina will also limit her movement speed to Harun's so as not to lose him. I had originally planned for her to go without anyone even knowing she'd gone, but this could be more interesting, and I hate to leave an interested player out. :))
 

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OOC: Sorry between work and the holidays I have not had much time.


Al-Aeshma that does not bode well Salahuddin thinks. Looking at his valet he frowns. The Al-Aeshma held little regard for mortal or Djinn authority. Only strife follows those renegades. Salahuddin reached out to Easifa.

My gen ill winds blow tonight be vigilant and keep sight of those who would hide from us.

With this complete he settles into the camp.
 

Matthan

Explorer
[sblock=OOC]I don't want to roll to find a defensible spot and trigger a random encounter when we already have our stealth ops team going out. Husam has settled in wherever we are and has offered to take first watch. I have no doubt that Amina and Harun sneak past him easily.[/sblock]
 


Quickleaf

Legend
* * * At your camp that night * * *

As the light fades, casting the dry desert riverbed in hues of purple and indigo, you settle into your camp. While the hissing sands and intermittent dustdevils in the distance may be disconcerting to those not used to the Badu al-Kabir, the rogues led by Nimar al-Solak accompanying you seem to pay it little heed. Trading barbed banter, they help pitch the tents and canopies, get the fire started, and bed down the camels. Sleep comes slow, the winds carrying a palpable tension. You are well and truly on your own here, with two-mouthed rogues your guides, caught amidst a janni feud.

After two hours, once Amina and Harun have long since disappeared from sight to the east, there is an unusual dustdevil that does not dissipate. Instead, it continues wildly gyrating roughly 90 feet from the southern edge of your camp, as if it were traveling up the riverbed. Easifa the gen is the first to notice it along with stalwart Husam who’d taken up watch rotation. Easifa immediately rouses his master Salahuddin, informing him of the curiosity. This is no natural event.

Lal Qalandar, slumbering deeply, once again dreams of the man in the burgundy robe crossing from Yoon-Suin the Purple Land into Zakhara amidst a terrible storm. Though the man’s face remains hidden, there is a terrible light in his eyes, something beyond the world of man, something celestial yet mortifying. Akilah’s fitful sleep – the desert is far from the accomodations of her father’s palace in Tajar – is disturbed by Lal Qalandar uttering a word that sounds like “asuras” repeatedly in his sleep…

GM: Strange events camping in the Badu al-Kabir Strange events camping in Badu al-Kabir: 1d20+1d100 8

5 = A monster seeks to sneak up on camp and...: 1d6 3) Parlay!

3 = A PC (or NPC companion) talks in their sleep and/or has troubling dreams


* * * Amina & Harun's scouting of Khaldun oasis * * *

Serious-minded Amina finds herself a dozen steps ahead of Prince Harun who seems more concerned with enjoying the adventure than keeping quiet. Thankfully, the magic makes up for any of Harun’s indiscretions, wiping away your footprints from the sand as if you’d never crossed these wastes. However there are tracks you soon come across which neither magic nor the Al-Aeshma winds have obscured. Gazelle tracks. And in great number too.

There is a subtle downward slope away from the dune built up at the riverbed’s edge, and gradually the two of you begin to catch glimpses of scattered equipment partially buried in the sand – an oblong shield here, a pair of scimitars there, broken arrows and littered javelins. Vague hyena-like silhouettes move in the darkness to and fro, keeping their distance from you as they seem far more interested in feasting on the corpses of fallen jann. There was a terrible conflict here. To reach Khaldun, you’ll either need to wend your way through this old battlefield or skirt around the long way.

Directly ahead, some 120 feet away, you can make out a robed man – either dead or unconscious – being fought over by five horse-sized hyena-like creatures. Two of them pause from the competition for prey to sniff the wind but completely fail to notice you.

GM: Feel free to ask questions or propose checks! Crossing the old battlefield would take about 1 hour. Circumventing it and going around would take 3-4 hours.
 

Ancalagon

Dusty Dragon
OOC: This is a bit "retro-active", but given the mixed signs concerning the weather, Lal would have insisted that at the very least, the camp be near the edge of the riverbed so they can move to safety quicker, just in case...
 



Salahuddin awakens at the mental prodding of his Gen. He listens to the report from Easifa and stands turning to Sinjin.

"Sinjin please rouse the others a strange wind blows towards our camp."

Salahuddin gathers his rod and cloak. He reaches out to Easifa.

Easifa is there any creature hidden from my sight that might be causing this?

Salahuddin steps from the tent. As he moves winds blow from every direction and swirl around the Sha'ir. The wind dies down but a perceptive person will see clothing flap and flutter on Salahuddin as if blown by some unfelt wind. Salahuddin moves towards the outer edge of the camp in the direction of the dustdevil. He waits for the others to join him.

OOC: Using Armor of Shadows invocation to cast Mage Armor on myself as I move towards the dustdevil.
 

Ancalagon

Dusty Dragon
Lal's eyes snapped opened and he inhaled sharply. An Asura! The man in burgundy was more than a man. The Asuras were mighty spirits, that had been banished from the mountains of the moon for some terrible misdeed, although the legends weren't clear on to what exactly had been their crime. Still, their malice, deceit and wrath were well known. Although the man in burgundy didn't *look* like one, the Asura could have cloaked its shape - and it seems that his mind's eye had pierce the spirit's disguise. Why was it here? What did it want? What evil scheme had it set in motion?

Lal rubbed his face. He wasn't going to be able to sleep after this. He needed to think. "Well, at least it's not the bloody Shikk" he muttered as he slipped on his old coat of scales. He might as well go relieve Hassan.

Lal was momentarily taken aback as the great form of Sinjin loomed in front of the tent as he opened the flap. "... yes?"
 

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