Kiera will suggest that they find or make an encampment for the night. Turning to Kyron she'll suggest that he uses his magic to protect the animals from the chill weather.
OOC:
cure light roll = 7 + 7 total 14 hps healed; need internet at home... arg
OOC: You've only been here (on the Forge) for a little over two hours - possibly three but no more than four, and you are feeling no signs of weariness. Just FYI.
Kiera will suggest that they find or make an encampment for the night. Turning to Kyron she'll suggest that he uses his magic to protect the animals from the chill weather.
OOC:
cure light roll = 7 + 7 total 14 hps healed; need internet at home... arg
Kyron nods at Kiera and strides past the shivering still bruised Xerxes to ward the mule, then the two horses. Kyron assumes Tristan's spider lizard is adapted to the desert and does not approach it.
Kyron gestures bringing his hands through mystical patterns to focus the divine energy pouring more and more into them.
ooc that's the last of my 1sts and I use two seconds to ward the animals.
Positive energy radiates outward from Kyron's hands, coating those touched with soothing waves of heat. Suddenly, the bite of the frigid air is utterly gone...
Xerxes is jealous of the horses and mules but is thankful for the healing, which helps. He continues to trudge along, following whomever to where ever... dreaming of a warm fire in a cozy little shack...
You follow these tracks for what you think is an hour or so and then you come upon something strange. The tracks come to a wide, flat expanse of sand and there they end - or rather, that is where they begun - and yet there is no sign of how they came to "start" here, the the middle of a vast, open desert...
Baja saw everyone taking in thier surroundings (Dark vision should provide itself a boon here.) and did similar, absentmindedly chewing on small leg-lizard snacks.
Spot +3, roll 13+3=16, Listen +6, roll 8+6=14
After spitting out yet another snack-y tail, Baja walks about five paces away form the grop and keeping his back turned to them, relieves himself with a satisfied groan *And secretly trying to "draw" out shapes of faces and such*. After wyping his hands in *dry* sands in an effort to wash them, he'll stand next to the mule and lean on it's back whilst waiting for Kiera and Xerxes to make up their minds as to what they want him to do.
OOC: If he also see's the Gaunts and that they are coming this way, then he'll advise they keep moving to find some sort of cover accordingly - otherwise he'll offer that they should make camp as Kiera suggested and will pull out some firewood and make a campfire in an effort to create some heat for his friends. (Campfire made, he'll also see what the leg-lizard snacks taste like when BBQ'd! )
Not knowing anything about teleportation powers, Xerxes things back on his minor studies on Arcana for tidbits of information pertaining to teleportation ((ooc: Knowledge Arcana roll = 11 (1d20) + 6 (rank+int) = 17)) but doubts he can help to answer the question with anything more than his own opinion.
He watches Baja move away from the group and wonders what the large Orc is up to... when he realizes, he wishes he hadn't seen the albino move at all. "Good job, Baja, you've left a fine marker for our passing... you know, in case anyone is going to track us." Xerxes stares at the Half-orc for a hard moment then smirks. "If anything is going to track us out here, then it already knows we are out here, so it doesn't really matter."
As Kiera's eyes flow over the scene before her, she gets the distint impression that some form of magic was used here, as it looks like the sand has been blown outward from a single point. However, the single point seems to be in the center of the area and all the sand has been blown outward in a large oval shape. It is then that a thought is triggered in your mind*...
You remember seeing a blueprint for a strange ship - a ship that was suppossed to be able to ply the skies like normal ships do water. Airships, these things were called, and were thought to be used in several areas across the Forge...
*Knowledge (the Forge) check: 1d20+14: (18) + 14 = 32
Baja saw everyone taking in thier surroundings (Dark vision should provide itself a boon here.) and did similar, absentmindedly chewing on small leg-lizard snacks.
Spot +3, roll 13+3=16, Listen +6, roll 8+6=14
After spitting out yet another snack-y tail, Baja walks about five paces away form the grop and keeping his back turned to them, relieves himself with a satisfied groan *And secretly trying to "draw" out shapes of faces and such*. After wyping his hands in *dry* sands in an effort to wash them, he'll stand next to the mule and lean on it's back whilst waiting for Kiera and Xerxes to make up their minds as to what they want him to do.
OOC: If he also see's the Gaunts and that they are coming this way, then he'll advise they keep moving to find some sort of cover accordingly - otherwise he'll offer that they should make camp as Kiera suggested and will pull out some firewood and make a campfire in an effort to create some heat for his friends. (Campfire made, he'll also see what the leg-lizard snacks taste like when BBQ'd! )
You can, in fact, see the gaunts wheeling and circling above the battlefield, and think that you catch the echoing sound of breaking, cracking bone from time to time. However, they do not seem to be heading in your direction (at least now).