Yashar bypasses the Construct destroyer with little care. He continues on by himself, finding himself going from a hilly plains, to riding overtop of a swamp. He takes note of three small villages as he continues on, as well as the single mountain rising from the foggy, dank, terrain housing what looks to be bustling metropolis. He encounters only one other city along is overhead travels, but it looks to be destroyed, flames and smoke rising up from the swamp to greet Yashar. So far, his flight has one and a half days.
OOC: I'm going to post your flight in pieces. If you want to stop, just post your actions. If you want to keep going, just say "go on".
Despite his continued usage of magical forms of insight, Morrigan sees just a plain man, no magic about him at all.
" I have little interest in spellcasters... "
The man takes second to spit on the ground as he mentions the word spellcasters,
" However, I am intrigued by your interest in that... "Thing". What I want from you is simple. "
He flicks a stone at Morrigan, which glows with magical power the second it leaves the stranger's hand.
" Continue following it. Never let it out of your sight. It is of great interest to us. All you need to do is carry that stone with you. It's simple enough even a caster can figure it out. "
Whin tries to investigate the country of Hail, but is dissapointed to find that the simple people of the city Grace have little to offer him. Most don't even understand the complex concept of teleportation. Upon looking at the maps however, he and his fellow party memebers are astonished. While some of the scrolls contain a simple map of the island, some focusing on different sections in varying detail, there is included full detail pictures, so vivid it looks like they could have never been drawn by hand. There are twenty such locations, as well as a map to indicate which location is which. It seems that the elf knew of Whin's intentions as well...
OOC: If you think I'm going to lump sum give you all the info on those maps, your greatly mistaken. This falls under the delicate catagory of "Ask and ye shall recieve".
OOC: To all people on the sunken boats, this is the point where the DM leaves you to your own devices until you get something decisive going. You're sitting on a wrecked boat in the middle of the ocean. What you do now is up to you. And please post actual actions. I won't reply to simple dialog, since its just going to be talking amongst PCs (and NPC survivors, who will respond if talked to, but won't be doing anything on their own).
