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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Sparky" data-source="post: 2927382" data-attributes="member: 13681">Oliver points and the group springs into action. Perhaps a little too enthusiastically. They were moving towards the cliff, but Oliver had eyes only for the inbound creatures gliding - no oozing - through the air."You keep your castings to yourself until we know what we're dealing with, missy," Oliver grates at the caster whose sketchy past, while not as sketchy as his own, was much more recent and who had, by her own admission, exercised what, to Oliver, was an extreme lapse in judgement prior to meeting up with the group. Plus, the nice orange demon birds could be coming to carry them over the ocean, who kne--- --and Whistler was tumbling, screaming. Oliver cries out as the horse comes down on him, rolling in the collapsing earth. His head cracks into Tatlock's shoulder, and the old man glimpses a look of bewilderment on the boy's face before they are apart and tumbling again. He sees a flash of white and hears a bray of dismay. Bastrop is coming down too, Winkle's cage a wreckage. A glimpse of spread, white wings makes Oliver's chest tighten, Please, fly now, Wink... please... Oliver gives himself to to the fall by reflex trying to relax with the blows as they come, so his brittle old bones won't break. This is bad - ow - really - ow - really bad. Gods, I wonder what broke in me when Whislter rolled. He skids for a moment head skewed to see the oozing orange birds... What in the Nine Hells are they...?OOC: IDing birds (too late for the landslide!) Knowledge (Nature): 20 + 5 = 25 Knowledge (Planes): 8 + 4 = 12 Oliver has a number of other knowledges, let me know if I can make any other useful rolls </blockquote>

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