No Man's Land (IC)

[Nephtys]

As Yashar travels through this new land, he notices the grassy plains quickly gives way to rocks as the land becomes baren of plants or soft soild. The land maintains its interity though, and he is able to make great time. Soon, he reaches a strange landmark the likes of which he has never seen. In front of him is a gigantic hole, filled with almost random natural stones bridges like ridged tendrils holding a chunk of land in the middle. As he reaches nearer, he can feel a wind, blowing towards the strange stine network, and when he reaches the edge, he notices that the winds are strong enough to suck a man in with ease. The random stone tendrils don't seem to have a direct path to the structure in the middle, with some randomly ending like a maze. Yashar isn't quite sure how he is supposed to cross it.

Yashar circles the strange terrain, flying slowly around it, studying the paths and the currents of air. Whatever it was it was surely not natural, and an unnatural power of this magnitude was worth investigating. Flying in would be difficult, if not impossible, but walking on those precarious looking bridges with his considerable weight might be even harder. Falling down that abyss wouldn't even hurt him, his regeneration guaranteed that, but if something was waiting for him at the bottom he was better off facing it with his full strength.
He continues flying above the hole at a high altitude, mapping out the path to the center in his mind, then he dives straight for the middle of the central island. If the currents of air tug at him equally from all sides he continues on his course and lands hard on his feet, shaking the rock beneath him. If the currents of air are turbulent and irregular but not too strong for him to compensate for them with his vast strength he likewise tries to land on the island. But if he notices in time that the currents are far too strong to navigate in he tries to pull up and out of their reach.
If he fails to fly in he tries to walk the bridges, following the map he drew in his mind.


ooc: Welcome back

 

[Darimaus]

Yashar attempts to fly through the maze but realizes he would soon be overwhelmed. Instead, he begins to walk through the maze. After about an hour, he notices that there isn't in fact a path through, but a couple of them had spots where the air currents seem to have died out. He essentially has three choices. Left, right, or center. He must choose wisely.

 

[Nephtys]

He stops, looks around for any indications on which path could lead him right (spot 17+d20). If all options seem equal he chooses the sinister (left) path, jumping over the abyss and gliding down to a soft landing on the other side.

 

[Jemal]

Whin looks at his companions, irritated. "Guess the king will have to wait. Lets see what the bloody hell is going on." With that, he turns and heads back though the doors, 'entourage' in tow () to find out

what the bloody hell is going on.

 

[Darimaus]

Whin leads his companions into the next hall, and is stopped by the sight of a green nad black robes man, a wicked scar on his face, sitting on a mound of dead guards.

" So tell me, what did you plan to do after you made enemies of an entire nation? "

 

[Jemal]

"A better question would be what were THEY going to do after making enemies of US, though something gives me the feeling that won't be a problem... Now, if you don't mind my asking, who are you and why are you here?"

 

[Darimaus]

The Robed man smiles at Whin, an eerie expression, not at all comforting.

" I am a man with a proposition. And I am here to give this proposition to you. "

 

[Jemal]

Whin says nothing, waiting expectantly

 

[Rathan]

Meekor looks over the man with a rough smile worn on his lips.. he was cocky.. just like himself and Whin.. but it was yet to be seen if he could back it up.... the little goblin priest remained silent to be thought a fool rather than reveal his wisdom to the man just now... it would hopefully allow for a slip in judgment the crafty cleric could take advantage of... Meekor looks to Whin then back to the man in the robes.. he awaited his proposition....

 

[Unkabear]

Grift floats behind the two unobtrusively with his crossbow resting gently in his hands, not raised for battle, but ready to be drawn. The man clad in Green and Black intrigued him. This entire thing stank of set up. He remained visible because he had a funny feeling that it wouldn’t have helped. And in the end it was best to wait till everything hit the fan first. At the moment he knew that if he spoke that he would only upset the other parties involved. So in wisdom Grift remained quite and observing.

46 Spot
42 Listen
29 Sense Motive