The cultist laughs. "You're looking for the elf maiden?" he spits at the graves. "She'll be far under the earth by now."

16 Insight, curious if this guy is full of it.

Yuron will roll his eyes "Let me guess killing her is some integral part of this Mr. Yauns plan? You guys just sound like a bunch of aimless thugs to me."

Rey stands to his full height and stomps his foot down on the dude's head.

He presses down on his neck as he leans over his leg.

"Tell. Me. Where."

If he continues to be a dickhead he pushes down with his full weight... doing... 6 damage thanks to cats claws?

Yuron believes that the man believes what he is saying is true.

As Rey's claws dig into his flesh, the prisoner continues his maniacal laugh. "I told you, yet still your feeble mind can not grasp it! Doomed fool!"

Yuron will do a two finger wave to the ******hammer "Well it was nice knowing you but once he gets like this there isn't any stopping him" before going back to laying in the grass

The prisoner sneers at Yuron. "Embracing the earth shall not protect you from the Oncoming Hurricane."

Larmon, visibly disturbed by the man's words, says to the party "Do you think we should go confront the knights of the spire now, or return to the town to warn them?" He gestures at the madman. "And what should we do with that?"

Rey replies quickly to that question by embedding his axe through his neck. (Let me know if that requires a roll)

Frustrated by more bad news relating to the Elven VIP he was tasked to find, he says “I say we take the fight to them.” Looking towards the tower in the distance.

Rey pockets the ring they obtained for now, hoping they can set up camp in a less active area for a while to give him time to look it over and regain his pride. (Represented by his HP lol)

The hills around you are spotted with clumps of trees, which would make a good place to rest. 

Yuron will get up and slump down next to a tree before pulling out two rations and gesturing towards Rey to take one. "Seems like we should patch up our wounds and rest for the next leg of the adventure."

"That'd be swell" Rey coughs as the group reaches the trees. "Wake me up last for watch..." he says before passing out.

Larmon turns to Rey and Yuron, and says. "I must warn the town of the danger that could come for us at any moment from the Spire. I will tell them of our deeds." Leofir stands, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. "I will accompany you. These hills are not free of danger either." 

Once they have left, the three of you sleep between the trees, taking your turns to watch. Morning comes, and the sky is lit with a strange green light that seems to be a sickness enveloping the world.

(Yuron and Rey, make Perception checks!)

Rey looks to the sky and readies himself for a day of action. If they sky is changing colour, this cannot be the natural way. As a representative of The Emerald Enclave, this worried him.

Perception: 4

21

As Yuron and Rey clean up the camp, two figures burst into the camp. 

((Gren & Nate, describe yourselves))

By far the tallest of the two by an easy two feet if only due to their race almost immediately shrinks back behind the other as soon they sets sight on the fierce looking Tabaxi. A sight that is all the more comical considering they are bedecked in the most armor.  Both the scale mail adorning their chest, metal backed bracers, and almost featureless mask are either made of gold, or treated in some way for the same effect. By a stark comparison, they are far more well-kept then the travel worn and hooded, white robe and simple brown pants, tunic, and gloves.

Gren doesn't appear all that strong or masculine beneath the layer of clothing. But, they did have a mace hanging off to the side and a shield bearing the almost radiant symbol of the Morning Lord on its face. A similar symbol could also be glimpsed emblazoned on the back of his robe as he turned to duck behind his companion. "Uh, uhm, uhh… nice cat man. This is, uh... whew... this most unexpected, Ser Nate." Gren says in a husky, stage whisper to his companion currently acting as a shield. "Good day? I mean, uhm, it should be. But, it seems my lord is a little under the weather at the moment." Gren comments, attention shifting temporarily to the greenlit sky. 

"Yes, the green cannot be a great omen." A stout Dwarf covered in red hair steps out of the brush, dressed in leathers he looks very rugged and travel-worn. Now been forced to the front by his new travel companion he is not sure why he is concerned by the Tabaxi. "Hello, fellow travelers. We are sorry to disrupt your morning but we were passing along the road when we heard some voices."

Looking around at the members cleaning up the camp. "You look like you have had a bit of trouble. We are looking for some unsavory characters and wondering if you would be able to point us in the right direction." For the first time since walking into camp, Nate wonders if he can actually trust these people or did he just run into the people they are looking for.

Rey pets his mane down to look slightly more presentable. “Yes, the green sky is an odd sign indeed. We barely fended off sky riders. I fear they may have taken an individual by force, a moon elf, transporting some important cargo. Who are you seeking? Please, join us.” 

Yuron will slowly move his hand towards his hand crossbow and roll his eyes a little before looking towards Rey "Usually you make sure they're trust worthy before you invite them to join you" before letting out a quick chuckle. Yuron will shoot a lazy look glancing over the dwarf before meeting his gaze "How about we start with what do these unsavory characters look like and why are you looking for them?"

"Did you just say Skyriders?" Nate looks back at Gren with a beaming smile. On looking back he notices the hand crossbow now out. Flinging his hands up he looks toward Yuron. "Yes, introductions and information sound reasonable. I am Nate, a farmer in a previous life. Due to unforeseen events, I am now helping out a group that has assisted me. Looking for a Waterdhavian noblewoman, Savra Belabranta."