As soon as Flux sees the creature, it rushes over to Turbo, and does some quick repairs [Cure Wounds 11], and quickly moves away with them before the beast starts destroying the artificial creations.
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Lero gestures for everyone to follow silently as the elemental begins tearing the docks apart. With Namura's help they are able to find a relatively safe area deeper in the forest in a small clearing.
"Everyone tend to your wounds," he says. "We've got to decide if we want to find another boat or take these cursed tunnels." He spends his time tending to his wounds and tries to help any others tend to theirs. As everyone seems to have gotten the majority of their tending done he speaks up, "If we're going to find another boat, it is best to do it in the air. I don't mind doing it myself, but short of riding Buama's lifecraft or borrowing that odd flying object of Quill's I have no way of flying."
At Lero's word Duncan immediately goes into finds a place to sit. He then kneels down and begins to mediate. During his meditation he begins to cover himself in a translucent energy, while doing this he hears the question of what to do next. Feeling restored from his mediation Duncan stands up. "I can try to use my abilities to lift up someone so they could get a better sense of what is around us. Beyond that I cannot help."
(Meditation short rest: 4d8; 20 Total life 31/ Inertial Armor: AC 17 for 8 hours / Psi Points 22/32)
Buama gladly snuck off with the party away from the raging beast noting it destroyed the docks and the boat they had crafted. Once in a safe place and having sustained no injuries she says, "Let me fly around on Izzy to see what is about."
She hops into the saddle and manages a couple test loops over the group noting the surroundings and making sure she does not head back toward the enraged behemoth. She hovers for at least a minute making note of her surroundings and any definite landmarks, more appropriately trees that stand out, to mark where the party is doing the short rest. Then she slowly scouts further.
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Quill let out an annoyed sigh as he slumped against a tree. The aether of the surrounding area seemed to shift around him, repairing his wounds. "We could've taken it," he muttered under his breath. Then again, it probably was a bad idea to antagonize something that felt the slightest shift in the forest. What to do now... Quill thought about the alternate courses of action the party could take, before sighing again, this time annoyed with his own shortcomings. He glanced over at the barely salvageable Turbo, and then to Duncan meditating, and then off into the distance where Buama had vanished. This fog is annoying.
[OOC: 4d8 hit die, 24 HP regain, plus the 10 HP from the death of the hydra. Current HP: 38/39]
When the group reaches a safer place to tend their wounds and Kraithee notices that their intent is not to rest for long, it had to tell them the truth: My friends, my connection to the aether that surround us and allows me to empower my own essence in the form of spells is thin, almost spent. I don't know if I would be of any help either on a boat or in the tunnels at this moment. I truly need to rest a while longer.
At least this short reprieve allowed Kraithee to mend some of its wounds (3HD spent 16 hp recovered).
Buama realizes she can't make head nor tails of what she is seeing in the forest though it looks quite impressive. She uses the trees she had marked out to circle back down to the camp. Maybe if she flew Namura up to have a look it would go better.
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Returning to their small encampment, the hopes of the party are met with despair as Buama returns with no sightings of any boats to help the party cross the water. Dismayed, they sit in silence, each one stewing over possibilities of who they can reach the darksite. It almost seems like a fable, the journey to get there having taken so long. As they sit in silence, the party can hear faint voices, north of their position. It's definitely humanoids, and judging by the sounds, anyone capable of speaking Elvish would note the language as such, though the words are too faint to be heard. Peering through the thick fog, it's hard to make out what might be figures or just tricks of the mind: dancing shadows from light beaming through the foliage.
Duncan was by no means a tracker, but he understood that the group was lost in this woods. Hearing the voices he thought it best to at least see and follow where they went. "I;m going to scout out those voices. I'll report back as soon as I can." With that Duncan stealthy went north to see what he could find.
(Perception: Natural 20 / Stealth: 13)
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Namura assumed her normal position at the front of the party, beside Lero. She had been able to bandage up the various wounds the hydra had inflicted during their rest, and was starting to feel better. Still, she was feeling drained emotionally, as well as magically, and did not want to wander straight into another trap. She was itching to say a million things to Lero, to convey her own fears about the situation, but knew better than to ruin her stealth. Still, almost everyone in the party could pick up on her tense posture as they stalked after the elves. Judging by the tracks, they were following four elves. Namura held up four fingers for everyone to see, pointing at the tracks afterward.
Quill watched as the party moved forward into the forest, seeming to vanish one by one. He sighed, and followed them, stepping quietly into the back of the line. A sudden wave of silent fear washed over him, as he felt Namura's emotionally energy from his postition. Ignoring it as he usually did, Quill stopped as she held up 4 fingers. So there's 4 of them. Quill hesitated, not sure if he should prepare a spell or his blade. He wanted to ask what to do, but the situation did seem strange. Voices in the woods were not common- Unless you're seven numbskulls that just fought a hydra, Quill reasoned with himself, attempting to distract himself. Suddenly, he noticed the absence of Allen on his shoulder, but shrugged it off.
Peema does not allow many reprieves to those not from its womb. Kraithee thought while joining the others in tracking this elves that the others heard, moving closer to Flux and Quill at the back of the line.
Kraithee is almost completely spent and does not want conflict at this moment, but if it emerges, it is ready to respond with all its essence.
The fog is thick, but the combination of tracks and faint voices is enough for the party to follow the group of elves under Namura's guidance. It would seem the path that they take has been traversed before, evidenced by the foliage not growing as well where they step as opposed to the immediate vicinity. Those who speak elven would hear bits of their conversation, and it seems like casual chatter about their families, interesting sights, such as a flaming creature slaughtering a pack of elk, or the Consulate airship which has been stationed in Gonjibil for the past two weeks. After following them for about 10 minutes, the forest begins to clear, not providing the group with much area for hiding, but it does open up into a secreted alcove where two boats are stationed along the lake, alongside a wagon and about four more elves.
"Guided by the Conduit," Namura stepped out of the shadows, greeting the elves in their native tongue. She held both hands up, indicating she had no weapons drawn. The ranger motioned to her friends in hiding, hoping they would follow her into the clearing. "My name is Namura, and I once lived in these woods. I am a member of the Renegades, and I am looking to go to the Sky Tree at the center of this swamp with my companions. Can you help us?"
Lero was unsure if she wanted the rest of the group to follow, so he held out his hand to stop the others. As she mentioned her companions, he withdrew his hand and stepped out of the foliage with the rest of the group. He sheaths his rapier for good measure and says, "Hello, friends." Unsure of what other greeting to issue.
The elves immediately go on edge, drawing their weapons, with a look of fear on their eyes. One of the elves in the back, wearing some cloth over part of his eye, gets up from his sitting position with a faint chuckle. The dialect of Elven he speaks is odd, but he seems to say, "Boys, boys... put your rat-skewers down... Can't you see we're in the glow of a bodacious elven woman?" Making his way past them, they sheath their weapons, but don't release their grip on the hilts. In front of the other elves, he gives a deep bow, introducing himself. " The name's Jarlock Whiteraven, and these boys are mine." He eyes Lero over, as if sizing him up. He smirks, winking at him. "Is this slave yours?" he asks in his odd dialect of Elven.
Looking at the crates, Namura and Lero note the insignia of a coiled snake with plumage coming from the top of it. The insignia seems so familiar to Namura, but she can't place where she knows it from.
"I am my own person," Namura spat at the man, wracking her brain to try and figure out why the symbol seemed so familiar. "He does not speak our language," she motioned toward Lero. "I speak for the group."
Namura took a half step in front of Lero, so that if things did turn south they would have to get through her first. Only semiconsciously, the elf shifted into a defensive stance.
Lero eyes the group, knowing these sort of people from dealings in the past. Whether they're smugglers, slavers, or worse, this will either end up with a shaky negotiation or weapons being drawn. He's preparing for either outcome.
Leaving the cover of the jungle and entering the alcove with the group, Kraithee is really uncomfortable for not being able to understand this exchange, last time they met elves things went south, but it deposited its trust on Namura, she knows what to do and that at any sign from her we are all ready.
Kraithee stays at the back of the group and moving so everyone would have a clear line of sight to the elves. Now it just observes them, at any sign of aggression, it is ready to respond.
(No ready action, just descriptive of nerves on edge.)
As soon as Flux sees the creature, it rushes over to Turbo, and does some quick repairs [Cure Wounds 11], and quickly moves away with them before the beast starts destroying the artificial creations.
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Lero gestures for everyone to follow silently as the elemental begins tearing the docks apart. With Namura's help they are able to find a relatively safe area deeper in the forest in a small clearing.
"Everyone tend to your wounds," he says. "We've got to decide if we want to find another boat or take these cursed tunnels." He spends his time tending to his wounds and tries to help any others tend to theirs. As everyone seems to have gotten the majority of their tending done he speaks up, "If we're going to find another boat, it is best to do it in the air. I don't mind doing it myself, but short of riding Buama's lifecraft or borrowing that odd flying object of Quill's I have no way of flying."
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At Lero's word Duncan immediately goes into finds a place to sit. He then kneels down and begins to mediate. During his meditation he begins to cover himself in a translucent energy, while doing this he hears the question of what to do next. Feeling restored from his mediation Duncan stands up. "I can try to use my abilities to lift up someone so they could get a better sense of what is around us. Beyond that I cannot help."
(Meditation short rest: 4d8; 20 Total life 31/ Inertial Armor: AC 17 for 8 hours / Psi Points 22/32)
Buama gladly snuck off with the party away from the raging beast noting it destroyed the docks and the boat they had crafted. Once in a safe place and having sustained no injuries she says, "Let me fly around on Izzy to see what is about."
She hops into the saddle and manages a couple test loops over the group noting the surroundings and making sure she does not head back toward the enraged behemoth. She hovers for at least a minute making note of her surroundings and any definite landmarks, more appropriately trees that stand out, to mark where the party is doing the short rest. Then she slowly scouts further.
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Quill let out an annoyed sigh as he slumped against a tree. The aether of the surrounding area seemed to shift around him, repairing his wounds. "We could've taken it," he muttered under his breath. Then again, it probably was a bad idea to antagonize something that felt the slightest shift in the forest. What to do now... Quill thought about the alternate courses of action the party could take, before sighing again, this time annoyed with his own shortcomings. He glanced over at the barely salvageable Turbo, and then to Duncan meditating, and then off into the distance where Buama had vanished. This fog is annoying.
[OOC: 4d8 hit die, 24 HP regain, plus the 10 HP from the death of the hydra. Current HP: 38/39]
When the group reaches a safer place to tend their wounds and Kraithee notices that their intent is not to rest for long, it had to tell them the truth: My friends, my connection to the aether that surround us and allows me to empower my own essence in the form of spells is thin, almost spent. I don't know if I would be of any help either on a boat or in the tunnels at this moment. I truly need to rest a while longer.
At least this short reprieve allowed Kraithee to mend some of its wounds (3HD spent 16 hp recovered).
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Buama realizes she can't make head nor tails of what she is seeing in the forest though it looks quite impressive. She uses the trees she had marked out to circle back down to the camp. Maybe if she flew Namura up to have a look it would go better.
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Returning to their small encampment, the hopes of the party are met with despair as Buama returns with no sightings of any boats to help the party cross the water. Dismayed, they sit in silence, each one stewing over possibilities of who they can reach the darksite. It almost seems like a fable, the journey to get there having taken so long. As they sit in silence, the party can hear faint voices, north of their position. It's definitely humanoids, and judging by the sounds, anyone capable of speaking Elvish would note the language as such, though the words are too faint to be heard. Peering through the thick fog, it's hard to make out what might be figures or just tricks of the mind: dancing shadows from light beaming through the foliage.
Duncan was by no means a tracker, but he understood that the group was lost in this woods. Hearing the voices he thought it best to at least see and follow where they went. "I;m going to scout out those voices. I'll report back as soon as I can." With that Duncan stealthy went north to see what he could find.
(Perception: Natural 20 / Stealth: 13)
Lero gestures for the rest of the group to follow and tries to remain as silent as possible while heading into the forest behind Duncan. (Stealth 8)
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Namura assumed her normal position at the front of the party, beside Lero. She had been able to bandage up the various wounds the hydra had inflicted during their rest, and was starting to feel better. Still, she was feeling drained emotionally, as well as magically, and did not want to wander straight into another trap. She was itching to say a million things to Lero, to convey her own fears about the situation, but knew better than to ruin her stealth. Still, almost everyone in the party could pick up on her tense posture as they stalked after the elves. Judging by the tracks, they were following four elves. Namura held up four fingers for everyone to see, pointing at the tracks afterward.
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Quill watched as the party moved forward into the forest, seeming to vanish one by one. He sighed, and followed them, stepping quietly into the back of the line. A sudden wave of silent fear washed over him, as he felt Namura's emotionally energy from his postition. Ignoring it as he usually did, Quill stopped as she held up 4 fingers. So there's 4 of them. Quill hesitated, not sure if he should prepare a spell or his blade. He wanted to ask what to do, but the situation did seem strange. Voices in the woods were not common- Unless you're seven numbskulls that just fought a hydra, Quill reasoned with himself, attempting to distract himself. Suddenly, he noticed the absence of Allen on his shoulder, but shrugged it off.
Peema does not allow many reprieves to those not from its womb. Kraithee thought while joining the others in tracking this elves that the others heard, moving closer to Flux and Quill at the back of the line.
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The fog is thick, but the combination of tracks and faint voices is enough for the party to follow the group of elves under Namura's guidance. It would seem the path that they take has been traversed before, evidenced by the foliage not growing as well where they step as opposed to the immediate vicinity. Those who speak elven would hear bits of their conversation, and it seems like casual chatter about their families, interesting sights, such as a flaming creature slaughtering a pack of elk, or the Consulate airship which has been stationed in Gonjibil for the past two weeks. After following them for about 10 minutes, the forest begins to clear, not providing the group with much area for hiding, but it does open up into a secreted alcove where two boats are stationed along the lake, alongside a wagon and about four more elves.
"Guided by the Conduit," Namura stepped out of the shadows, greeting the elves in their native tongue. She held both hands up, indicating she had no weapons drawn. The ranger motioned to her friends in hiding, hoping they would follow her into the clearing. "My name is Namura, and I once lived in these woods. I am a member of the Renegades, and I am looking to go to the Sky Tree at the center of this swamp with my companions. Can you help us?"
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Lero was unsure if she wanted the rest of the group to follow, so he held out his hand to stop the others. As she mentioned her companions, he withdrew his hand and stepped out of the foliage with the rest of the group. He sheaths his rapier for good measure and says, "Hello, friends." Unsure of what other greeting to issue.
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The elves immediately go on edge, drawing their weapons, with a look of fear on their eyes. One of the elves in the back, wearing some cloth over part of his eye, gets up from his sitting position with a faint chuckle. The dialect of Elven he speaks is odd, but he seems to say, "Boys, boys... put your rat-skewers down... Can't you see we're in the glow of a bodacious elven woman?" Making his way past them, they sheath their weapons, but don't release their grip on the hilts. In front of the other elves, he gives a deep bow, introducing himself. " The name's Jarlock Whiteraven, and these boys are mine." He eyes Lero over, as if sizing him up. He smirks, winking at him. "Is this slave yours?" he asks in his odd dialect of Elven.
Looking at the crates, Namura and Lero note the insignia of a coiled snake with plumage coming from the top of it. The insignia seems so familiar to Namura, but she can't place where she knows it from.
"I am my own person," Namura spat at the man, wracking her brain to try and figure out why the symbol seemed so familiar. "He does not speak our language," she motioned toward Lero. "I speak for the group."
Namura took a half step in front of Lero, so that if things did turn south they would have to get through her first. Only semiconsciously, the elf shifted into a defensive stance.
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Lero eyes the group, knowing these sort of people from dealings in the past. Whether they're smugglers, slavers, or worse, this will either end up with a shaky negotiation or weapons being drawn. He's preparing for either outcome.
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Leaving the cover of the jungle and entering the alcove with the group, Kraithee is really uncomfortable for not being able to understand this exchange, last time they met elves things went south, but it deposited its trust on Namura, she knows what to do and that at any sign from her we are all ready.
Kraithee stays at the back of the group and moving so everyone would have a clear line of sight to the elves. Now it just observes them, at any sign of aggression, it is ready to respond.
(No ready action, just descriptive of nerves on edge.)
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