[EBERRON] the Extraordinaries, 'A Terror Awakened, the League Reborn'

[Keia]

Azreal, Half-Celestial Paladin/Warmage HP: 46/46 AC: 22

Azreal nodded looking at the sky. Noticing a burn on his left forearm, he concentrated a moment or two and the burn vanished. Looking to Marcus, Azreal asked, "Do you want me to tend those burns, Marcus?"

OOC: Used 2 points of lay on hands (22 remain - less whatever used for Marcus)

 

[ShaggySpellsword]

"I would appreciate whatever relief you can spare. I will be glad to see these mists behind me again and my spells at full power."

 

[Prof Yeti]

Taran Varnodel d'Phiarlan - Half Dragon Ranger/ Sorcerer

Turning towards Marcus, a large grin coming over his face, Taran exclaims. "Though my spells do not suffer as yours I too will gladly join in thanks when we see these accursed lands behind us."

 

[Ferrix]

Gherald picks himself up, dusting off his meager outfit with his stained fingers, "I suggest we move on quickly, I don't favor dealing with any more of those things."

 

[Prof Yeti]

Taran Varnodel d'Phiarlan - Half Dragon Ranger/ Sorcerer

'Friend Gherald, I believe you have the correct idea. With the forces arrayed against us it seems most prudent to not give them a stationary target." As he reshoulders his pack with the staff and readies his bow. "So which way to the tower, again?"

 

[taitzu52]

After drifting off for a moment as Neville tends to do immediately following a crisis, he turns back to 'Gherald' and Taran. Recognizing their readiness to move on, he says, "Right." as he tightens the strap on his side bag. He begins trudging off in the direction of the tower saying, "This way, I believe. Do keep an eye out, chaps." He looks off to the horizon for and signs, portents, or other signals of their impending doom in these horrible lands. As he makes off, he turns and looks at the smoldering warforged, saying offhandedly, "And will somebody please have a look at Fury when we get a chance. Right-o." as he treks on through the waste.

OOC- So how far are we?

 

[Keia]

Azreal, Half-Celestial Paladin/Warmage HP: 46/46 AC: 19

Azreal nodded in response to Marcus and applied his healing touch. "I am eager to continue as well . . . the sooner we get through this the sooner we can destroy whoever did this."

With that said, he lifted into the air . . . though not as high as before - eyeing the lighting in the clouds above.

OOC: 22 points remained prior to touch.

 

[Karl Green]

(occ 13 assumed that it would take 5 or 6 days to trek to the tower, a day or two to explore it and then return. You are on day 2 into the Mourlands! Remember natural healing DOES not happen in the Mourlands either, so any damage you have, not healed by Azreal is going to stick with you…

As Azreal floats into the air, the rest of the party starts moving out again, heading on across the blasted and sad lands. Neville pulling on the Magebreed Mules, who seem more restless then normal and they are off. Fairly quickly they approach a ruined town of some kind, the Lightning Rail line that they are following leads right though the center of town…

There are no sounds hear, the wind has died down to nothing and the city have an unholy, dreadful feel to it – with most of the League members getting the feeling of being watched – by something, they can not be sure.

 

[Prof Yeti]

Taran Varnodel d'Phiarlan - Half Dragon Ranger/ Sorcerer

Keeping his bow at the ready Taran follows closely behind and to the right of those in the lead. His head sway to and fro, his movements and body language more like those of some large predator rather than an elf. In barely more than a whisper he proclaims with venom, "This land is an abomination! Where is the honor in a place such as this? Even now we are being watched. I believe our next battle is soon at hand."

 

[Bobitron]

"I believe our next battle is soon at hand."

"You may be right, Taran, but I am confident our goal will be met. My only concern is the lack of ability to repair the damage I have taken. I hold only a half-dozen of the magical salves that can seal the rends in my form." He turns his broad head to face Neville. "Perhaps I should stand back from the assault unless it is absolutely needed, Rathbone?"