Dark lands by the group needing to eat, drink, rest and heal.  "I hope that sapling can produce some food and quickly."

Darnell lowers his makeshift weapons.

"I agree," he tells Mara, walking over to Leojym.

"I thank ye for healing me, good elf," he says, looking up at Leojym with a smile.

"I don't think I heard your name?"

Sim sat down on the ground after the creature faded away. He looked up at his family and saw that they were just a bit more faint. 

Dwarvish:

Leojym will smile and extend his thin hand down to Darnell, "It was my pleasure, unfortunately I feel drained of healing for today ... if it has only been a day. My name is Leojym Daqen, but you may call me Leo."  

Looking around at the battered group and feeling sore himself he will step towards the bulk of the group, "It seems would could all use a rest. That ... thing seemed to be drawn toward the flame. So if we start a fire, we should keep our distance and our eyes peeled."  

Looking down at the sapling and at the trees around him, Leojym will mumble to himself, "How many of those things are there, what is this place?"

Killian expresses to the group that the sapling seemed to grow from the remains of the shadow creature, he nods his head along with Darkwing's statement of finding food. "Do you think that all these trees grew from the remains of someone or something that has died here?" somewhat of a rhetorical question . Before anyone answers, standing up he address the group as a whole once more. "Before we go any further, I suggest we take count of what we have in terms of supplies and weaponry, Also maybe a marching order before we continue maybe some muscle. Dark I thank you for taking to the sky to be our look out but you do look tired and in need of water as well as the rest of us. We need to find something to break these beads into"  Motioning to the pouch, "doubt we can continue much longer with out it, who knows whats up ahead. Darnell,  glad your still with us,"  Shifting his attention to Leo "All thanks to you."  Back to the group, " I have these three beads in this pouch and just this torch"

Killian thinks to him self about the triangle and circle the creature was drawing. trying to spark some knowledge of it. (let me know what check to roll for)

(I guess a flat intelligence roll for this one. It doesn't really have a category)

Sim ignored the group. He felt hunger and thirst, sure, but he was more worried about his family fading away. He walked away from the group, making his way toward the big stone pillar that Dark had found earlier. He wasn't really focused on much, just talking to his wife to try and keep her from fading away.

Intelligence 2

 OUCH... well there goes that

Mara frowned as she heard the dwarf speak again, shrugging it off for the time being as she knew that soon the group of them would need to stop and eat or they would be in for a hard time. She will stickmclose to the light of the torch so that she can see properly. "I agree on a marching order. For now I would recommend that we keep someone with a weapon in the front and back at all times so they can try and deal with threats. Those of us with magic should stick behind one of those carrying a weapon that way there is an extra set of eyes on each end. Those that are injured or find a way to get a ranged weapon along with a magic user if there is another should stay in the middle. That is just my opinion."

Rumble lets out a long drawn out breathe. Weaponless, he had begun searching the area for anything that might give him an edge against the shadow while the others rushed to take it out. Seeing Shadow frozen however, the earth genasi is once again frozen by indecision one second too long. At the sound of a body collapsing, Rumble immediately turns to the source. 

"Wha-... Uh... Huh... That was... that was certainly somethin'." He comments on off-handedly. Then with a bit of a start, rushes back over to the sack to check that its contents are still safe. The bag did hit sand, so all should be well? At least once or twice he might pause to see how Shadow is fairing at a given moment. But learning from last time, he doesn't dare approach the cat man. Yet.

Once the counting is out of the way, Rumble sends Killian a half-hearted glare at the mention of marching order, and again starts to say something. But seeing Slim start to wander away muttering things to himself prompted the genasi to go over and try to place a comforting hand on his shoulder. The others can handle planning for the future. "Hey. Ya goin' be alright there mister dwarf? That specter did'n get to ya too bad, right?"

Leojym chirps up, "I volunteer to watch the rear out of the torch light, perhaps with Orianna, who certainly seems capable of protecting both of us."

Sim was startled back to reality by the Genasi man. 

"Oh, I'm just... it's fine. Don't worry." He said, trying to smile reassuringly. He gave the larger man a pat on the hand and turned back toward the forest and the stone pillar in the distance, leaving the group behind.

"After I take a short rest and get some food and water I will go to the lead from up above.  But I can't do anything until I heal a bit." To himself, <I don't think this is going to get any better.  I am so tired.  I hope nothing happens while I rest.> Dark lays down on the ground hoping to sleep just a hour or two.

Darnell shrugs, ready for almost anything.

Rumble gives a crooked frown, but grudgingly gives a nod of acceptance. "Just... be careful, Mister Dwarf. Don't be gone too long." He says, trailing near the end towards worried muttering. Afterwards, he turns to move back to the others. Upon seeing darkwing passing out, the earth genasi cannot help but smile faintly as he dug out a blanket to drape over the bird. 

'Hope he don't mind the smell' He thought before turning to the others. "... So, yaw'll talk'n bout supplies earlier, right? Well, I got some good news, and some bad news." Rumble pauses for dramatic effect. "Bad news is, me and Mister Leogym over there weren't able to come by a whole lot... Technically." He says, giving his hands a few side to side shakes. "Good news is that... Mmm... I'm a pretty good chef, if'n I do say so myself. So, between the bread 'nd wild onions in here, and one of'em water doo-hickeys yaw'll got, I could prolly scrounge together somethin' to tide folks over for a bit." Rumble admits, rubbing the back of his head, only to stop short with a start.

"Oh! And I got this pouch of darts here to that I was think'n of give'n to the birdman when he woke up. Ya know, so he wouldn't have to keep need'n to dive down into danger so much. Shoot. He lucky that shadow thing weren't too--" Rumble actually gasps for a second, and then leans in, eyes twinkling in mischief. "Bright." He says with a wink. 

"If you want me in the front I'll stay in the front, if you want me next to you two I don't care... I... I need a rest."  Feeling light headed Orianna will sit down and try to sleep. 

Mara sees thst the others are beginning to rest so she to will find a comfortable spot and sit down. If she can preferably find something to lean against that is even remotely comfortable will lean into it and close her eyes. "For  now I am going to rest even if it is for only a short time. I can offer a bit of healing if this will only be another small rest."

After getting far enough away from the others, Sim stops and turns to the faded apparition of his wife.

Dwarvish:

 Sim looked around for any food or drink hidden in the bases of the trees around him, wondering if they used to be shadow creatures before they were trees.

Survival: 9

(OOC: And immediately died of a heart attack on the spot, since he was so bad at survival.)

Killian seeing the others starting to bed down, and notices Sim heading off towards the pillar Dark spoke about earlier. Surprisingly not feeling all that tired him self, offers to help Rumble try to make some food with what little supplies they have. "Hey Rumble I'll help ya out if you need a hand, and by the way is Sim okay? Saw you with him before he walked off. Did he say where he was going or if he would be back?"

Hearing no complaints about meal time, Rumble only bothers the necessary few with the torch and kindling before setting to work  towards the center of the group if possible."Goin' ahead 'nd get some shut-eye, Miss Mara. It'll be a bit 'fore the foods ready anyhow." Rumble says nonchalantly, the earlier excitement already bleeding from the bones. This didn't mean he wasn't tired like the rest. But never once did he so much as mutter a complaint.

Killian receives a weird mix between mild annoyance and wariness out of the genasi at first. Yet, rather than chase him off, he snorts and motions for one of the water beads. "Haven't a clue. But much as it pains me... Well, Mama always told me that sometimes ya gotta respect folks wishes. And he wants to be alone for now." He states, trying his best to sound nonchalant about the whole thing. "But I would'n worry too much. Even if Big Mama can't look out for us no more right now, I'm sure he can take care of'm self for a bit. Now... how do these things work?" He asks, holding the bead over the pot for experiments.

((Let me know if I need to roll anything for cooking and/or manipulating the beads carefully enough not to use it all up.))