The voice calls out again. It is difficult to narrow down which one is speaking due to their faces being obscured. "If you wish to enter our sacred home you should show a sign of your faith, as well as your levy!"

“We have much to trade and will gladly work or trade to gain entrance into your lovely sacred home. We are but lost in the hot sun and only wish to seek shelter. We will do whatever you require to gain entry. What is it you’d like of us and what do your people use for trade?”

Thursday lowers slowly to her knees and holds her hands in the air. 

Killian looks to Thursday as she kneels and back at the two, "As far as symbols only the ones we carry in our hearts as we have been stripped of our belongings and placed here, what we have with is now are items we managed to find or barter with others who live below these desert sands. We do have shells which we were told are good for trade in these parts. As you can see we are a fairly rag tag bunch. We seek shelter from this insistent sun and the bird gods who have graciously picked one of our party members" killian quickly realised he could have used dark to his advantage here and turns to motion him over. "We have one such..... distant... relative.... to these birds with us that has offered us some protection thus far." Killian now bites his tongue a little in the Hope's he hasn't gone too far with his speach. 

persuasion: 7

After one too many back and forth trying to keep an eye out for both the group and the kids, Rumble couldn't stop himself anymore. He puts as much of his body in position to cast a shadow over the young'uns without outright looming over them. "I gotta say. You kids sure are troopers. If you were anything like my brother and sister back home, they'd 've dumped the chest at the first opportunity they got." He reaches over to pat their heads. "Thanks for hanging there." 

Hearing the reference to him and the bird god, Dark let’s his wings unfurl for just a moment.  Saying lowly enough to just be heard by those around him “I sure hope that they respect the bird god.”

“Please kind sirs... we travel with children.” Thursday makes one last plea in an attempt to quicken their decision process. 

Persuasion: 14

There is definitely a reaction upon Darkwing's revealing of his winged features. One of the people atop the wall hurries to one of the others so they can speak quietly. 

"Winged one!" The voice calls out again to the group. "Step forward so we may see you better!"

Very concerned about those archers, Dark moves slowly forward beating his wings and preparing to take a dodge action if attacked.

”I am Dark Skyyywing, an Aarakocra of the great caliph Husam al-Balil Ben Nafhat al-Yugayyim..  I come from a tribe of many great warriors and princes.  I know not why I.... we have been brought to your world. We seek refuge from the weather and sanctuary before moving on.”  Dark says using his native screeches within the communications.  Dark’s subtle change of his name to seem less menacing might be noticed by his teammates.

Perception check to see if they are going to shoot me15

The figures atop the wall listen to Darkwing's tale, their attention seemingly fixed upon the aarakocra. The two figures seem to discuss something again. Darkwing can tell that while their bows are at the ready, they are no longer ready to fire upon the group.

"Very well, noble avatar!" The voice calls. "You and your retainers may enter. If you please, may you present yourself to The Lord at your earliest convenience."

Three of the figures appear to walk over together as they seem to work on something. After a moment, it becomes obvious they were working on a spell, as the stones of the wall begin to move and twist, part of the wall curling back and outwards to reveal a way in. Beyond the group can see white stone single-storey buildings and what appears to be a large town within.

Dark folds his wings in and bows to the speaker.  Under his breath he says to the group “noble avatar?  Hope they don’t realize how lacking I am of that title.”  He starts to walk to the entrance while encouraging the others to follow.

(Note, you might want to get someone to grab the others so they don't get locked outside.)

Killian mutters to Dark, "well they obviously respect the God birds here, just dont offer too much information" Turning to the rest of the group gestures with his hands for them to come closer so that they can all walk in together. Also in awe, just a little, of the spell being used to move the stones. Not really understanding what the potential of magic can be as he recently has been blessed/cursed with it him self. 

“Let’s hope they don’t find out too much about any of us” Thursday says nervously as she waves in the rest of the party. 

The two elves give Rumble a weak smile, but then look over to Thursday and point out her signalling to the genasi.

Rumble looks over, then nods back to the elves. "Breaks over, I guess. Let's get move on." He awkwardly shuffles the chest into one hand temporarily to help the two up. Just as soon everyone is on their feet, he ushers the two forward while he followed behind them. "Same deal as before, youn'uns. No wonder'n off of yer own. Least not until we got this place a bit more figured out." He warns gently.

As the rest of the group joins with Thursday, Dark and Killian. "Okay everyone they think Dark here is some sort of god or blessed being so let's play into that a little and go see this lord who has requested our presence. Keep together and everything should work out. we only need to stay long enough to get some supplies, food and if we can some weaponry for those who would be better suited to have some." 

Mara will quickly move to keep up with Dark, making sure to stay behind him so that the guards fo not think that she is showing any disrespect towards the "avatar".

Gretta and Hallens seem astounded by the sheer strength Rumble shows with lifting the chest effortlessly. However, they seem to want to take it back as soon as they are back on their feet.

The two groups join back together and make their way towards the entrance. The guards seem to stand ever vigilant atop the wall as they approach, the bows now held by their sides. Looking through the gap in the wall it appears that the city inside is populated by many other figures, garbed head-to-toe in these lightly coloured robes.

Dark stands as tall as possible to present his best self.  He looks to those who have let them into the city and says “may we refresh and rest before meeting your Lord?”