Against all his protective instincts, Rumble does not move away from his hiding place. Not at first, at least, though he did watch with trepidation as Dark fell, and almost gave in. Once Dark more or less gave the all clear however, the earth genasi pads his way over and says, "Now I know this is gonna come off as a bit unsensitive 'n all, but... Am I gonna have to hold down dem wings of yers, or we goin' play it a bit safer this time around?" As if to emphasis his point, he taps the business end of his makeshift club against the ground. 

Looking at Rumble, Dark says “Not like I am enjoying any of this..... you make the call on safe or not.”  He moves further away from the Manta Ray while looking out for the leaves and Big Eye.  

perception 20

 The manta ray slowly ascends further into the sky, eventually becoming one with the sun's dark spot again. The blood red sky slowly begins to return to a baby blue colour, going quiet once more.

Once things quiet down again, Mara willmslowly pop her head out to look towards the others. "Look like we should be good to move on once more." She says as she joins them, wondering what in the world they had just seen.

Rumble squints and stares for a time before simply slugging his club back over his shoulder, and moving to properly take the rare guard again. Before stepping into place, seeing the sky return to normal, he glances up warily one last time, then turns away shaking his head. "... I don't s'pose ya notice anything else while ya were fly'n bout earlier tho'?" 

After a moment of reconvening with one another at the outskirts, the group notice something. Where the three graves of the halflings are, three little saplings have appeared.

As they notice them, they see the room going a little dimmer. Looking up, the mosaic has changed from sunny skies to overcast with storm clouds.

Darnell shakes himself out of his terror-induced stupor, then falls in line with the others, scanning left and right as the group travels.

Perception: 6

Dark says, “maybe we try to not kill anything going forward.... this place seems a bit upset about us killing the halflings.”

Mara nods in agreement she looks towards where they had dug the graves. "That is true but if we must defend ourselves we will have little choice." The warlock says as she looks to the others. 

"... There is always a choice." Rumble states as his gaze fell onto the club in hand. After a lengthy pause, if the graves are close enough (w/in 20ft), he'll risk stepping up to them, and finally placing it at the base of the graves. If not, he'll tightening his grip on it for a few tense moments before relaxing with a heavy sigh. "Speak'n of choices, we got a pretty big one to make. Cut through the forest, or try the little lake at the crater? Mind'ju, I ain't much a fan of water, but who knows, maybe there's a tunnel or something near it." He shrugs before he fishes out one of the leather pouches from one of the halflings and consider it in the meantime. 

(The graves are a little further away. Assume you still have the greatclub for now)

While the group is discussing where to go from here, there is another change in the environment. The sky seems to have countless small black holes appearing on the "clouds", as there is a loud thunderclap that booms through the room. The party feels the ground shake, then they see off at the top of the hill, rainfall has begun and it slowly begins to encroach towards the forest where the party is.

"I say we make haste through the trees, maybe they will provide some cover from this rain", once joining back with the group, "Same marching order??" if everyone agrees I will start to walk through the trees generally in the same direction we were headed.

Perception: 21

(If you are looking for shelter, you could roll a survival roll)

"Works for me." Rumble says off-handedly, still a distracted by the pouch. Once the group starts moving in one direction or another, he start off giving the contents a once over. Afterwards, like Darnell he keeps a look out at the rear, though will occasionally cast a glance back and grimace at the approaching rain. "Yessh. This place just keeps getting weirder and weirder."

Survival: 11

Rumble opens one of the pouches:

Dark survival roll as he rushes over to the trees.

18

After a bit of thinking, and remembering the interrupted breakfast, Rumble scoops up some of the 'grass' in passing. What he doesn't immediately pop into his mouth to eat is stuffed into the pouch. "Psst! Darnell. Got somethin' for ya." He chucks the already checked over pouch to the halfling. Afterwards, it's time to check the next pouch, unless by then the rain has caught up with them. In which case, he'll keep the other two stowed away as he went back on watch; especially the inhabitants last reaction to the group... to his actions. 

'Don't think about it, Silt. Things are already bad enough' He mutters and shakes his head. 

Darnell catches the pouch and peeks inside. He grabs a bit of the grass and starts chewing, but (extremely odd as it is), isn't really feeling that hungry. Darnell is more interested in the sling. He takes it out (along with the bullets), and starts swinging it.

"I haven't used one of these in a while, but me and the other kids always used to play with these when I was younger," he mutters.

Mara will follow the others, making sure to stay close incase anything else strange were to happen. She will make sure her mage armor stays up, her golden eyes moving around as if she expected to be attacked at any second.