Wildwood Red in Tooth and Claw II [IC]

[Shayuri]

"Wait," Inamar says, feeling guilty. "I can do it again. I...there's more I can do for him.'

With a grimace of revulsion, she places her palm on the dwarf's ruined skin and repeats the incantation from before, minus the part in common. There's another -crack- and a flash of white light. She jerks her hand back again, then leans over a bit to inspect the results.

(One more Cure Light Wounds for 1d8+1 damage)

 

[Voadam]

Again once the flash of light is gone, the acid burns on the dwarf have lessened though he still does not awaken.

 

[Pyrex]

"But of course, my lord. I can carry him myself if you prefer."

"If you like. But this'll be easier to carry with two."

 

[Voadam]

Weylan and NR4ZN get Firblain onto the travois and NR4ZN picks up the two handles, easily handling the load by himself. Being significantly taller than Weylan it appears that the mismatch of heights would make sharing the load awkward. With the ocasional blazes that Viktor marked on trees, the rough path out here, and NR4ZN's having traversed this before, the party is confident of heading in the right direction.

It is also clear that the dragon left in a direction away from the party's trail back.


ooc marching orders, any precautions while travelling?

 

[Pyrex]

Weylan will scout a bit ahead, moving silently.

 

[Voadam]

Heading back Weylan proves an able scout, fairly quiet and quickly finding Viktor's subtle blazes.

NR4ZN though crashes heavily through the underbrush, using his large metal frame to push aside underbrush and ward it from his unconscious charge on the travois. The dead weight of the dwarf does not slow the metal giant.

Inamar pads along out of her element in this primeval forest and struck by the immensity of the trees, the changing nature of the light as the second sun adds its yellow brilliance to the red illumination of the first, and the myriad overwhelming assaults on her senses and perceptions that she is still adjusting to. Everything feels so alive and full of power, herself most of all.

Weylan notes a large predatory looking bird high above that seems to be following the party, most noticeably NR4ZN and his cargo.

 

[Voadam]

As the bird gives out a cry Inamar notices it and is startled by the piercing quality of the sound. Runes flood onto the skin at her hands and she feels power within her well up ready to be unleashed.

 

[Shayuri]

Startled by the cry, as well as the reaction of the strange magic now welded to her body, Inamar twists to look upward. The skin of her arms and hands feels...tight somehow. Stretched, as if struggling to contain something that was swelling inside them.

What did the old bastard DO to me? she thinks...and the sigils flare brightly, pouring a blue-white burst of energy into the sky at the trailing bird-thing. The bolt travels perhaps sixty feet, no more on its way to the beast, leaving a crooked, thin path of smoke in its wake and emitting a peculiar low-pitched crackling noise as it went.

(I pick a fight with a monster I know nothing about! Ranged touch is +4, but if it's more than 60 feet away, the blast peters out before it gets to Big Bird.)

 

[Voadam]

The bolt strikes out leaping in a path towards the bird. It stops and dissipates a short distance before the circling bird but it seems to have startled the aerial predator which wheels and with a cry wings off to other parts of the forest.

 

[Voadam]

With the bird driven off the group continues on. Heading back the group spends most of the rest of the day travelling, carrying the unconscious dwarf with them. Eventually NR4ZN notes a small set of triangular marks on a set of trees that he declares mark the boundaries of the Silber Dover territory. Beyond the marks are large well maintained trails that make progressing much easier.

Continuing on the trails NR4ZN is hailed from above in the barking dover language by a sentry in one of the well blended tree blinds.

Inamar and Weylan then get their first glimpse of a dover as the sentry drops to the ground. Appearing as a humanoid german shepard covered in short brown fur, the dover carries a bow and a pair of flint knives rest at his waist. It stands just shorter than a man and when it takes a step the wolf-like paws and odd slinking gait are immediately apparent. The hand

It turns and takes off at a run while NR4ZN translates that the dover is heading off to have a healer sent out to aid Firblain and to alert the King to the developments.

Some time later a taller black furred dover armed with a spear and dressed in what looks like hunter's leathers arrives.