Somehow your humble DM did not see Enri's roll way back when. Your humble DM apologizes and will probably not do that again. Probably.
You make fairly good time as you move through the jungle, and with Salida's help you pass an uneventful day doing nothing but marching. Then for a change, you march some more. At one point, you see a flock of absolutely gorgeous-looking birds flying overhead, and take a moment to reflect on the beauty of nature.
You walk some more. The sun rises in the sky, and things become seriously humid and hot. You're all moving at a fairly normal pace, but it's a punishing, oppressive heat and you can feel exhaustion creeping up on you. Make constitution saving throws, everyone!
For real sorry about missing a bunch of posts and shit, this quarantine has given me the worst kind of sense of time, space, and generally everything.
In spite of Raff's hope, it is not actually a dry heat. It feels awful, but you all soldier on doggedly. Except for Mortimer, who takes a point of exhaustion.
At the end of what has been a very long day, Salida calls a halt to the march and seems pleased. "We've made good time!" In an uncharacteristic move, she even claps Enri on the back in what might be a comradely manner. "Fine job navigating, even! I'm impressed. You might all survive this whole thing!"
She starts setting up camp again, and suggests that you all do the same. It's time to decide who's going on watch! Also might be a good time to forage for food, I dunno. You figure it out. You are by a running river - the Shoshenstar, if you happen to be curious enough to ask Salida.
Speaking of whom, she approaches Fenrir as you settle in for the night. "We'll have to cross tomorrow. The camp's on this side of the river, but the terrain is a lot more dangerous. Better to cross to where it's safer and then cross back. Or if you like your chances we can stay on this side. You're paying me, so what you say goes."
"Hey Salider," Mortimer mutters as they arrive. "Is it safe to go dunk my head in that river, or am I going to come out with something like giant leeches on my face?"
"Technically no, there are never any safe places to sleep. At the very least one of your camping buddies could try and murder you in the middle of the night. ..Not that I'm saying that would happen here. It's hypothetical. Clearly." Talindra decided it was really past time she became occupied by setting up some tents and never discuss that topic again.
Mortimer gives Talindra a puzzled look, then glances around at everyone else. "Thanks, that was encouraging. You're just a magical ray of sunshine this evening, aren't you?"
"The young spellcaster has a good point." Salida says dryly, and seems maybe half-serious about it. It's difficult to tell with her sometimes. To Fenrir's question, she answers, "A few hours' march south the river becomes narrow and easy to ford. It isn't too terribly deep there either, and if we move carefully enough we'll even avoid the undead around that area. After another five or six days following the river, there's a bridge we can cross to the camp."
Fenrir, you peer into the water and don't see anything that seems even remotely dangerous. It is possible Salida was ******* with Mortimer.
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Fenrir nominates Enri to take the lead with Salida, and heads toward the back of the group himself.
Mortimer kicks a tumble weed out in front of the party, hoping it will lead them on their way.
Also kind of pokes at said tumbleweed, as his roll was a few posts ago, but whatever that's cool.
Somehow your humble DM did not see Enri's roll way back when. Your humble DM apologizes and will probably not do that again. Probably.
You make fairly good time as you move through the jungle, and with Salida's help you pass an uneventful day doing nothing but marching. Then for a change, you march some more. At one point, you see a flock of absolutely gorgeous-looking birds flying overhead, and take a moment to reflect on the beauty of nature.
You walk some more. The sun rises in the sky, and things become seriously humid and hot. You're all moving at a fairly normal pace, but it's a punishing, oppressive heat and you can feel exhaustion creeping up on you. Make constitution saving throws, everyone!
For real sorry about missing a bunch of posts and shit, this quarantine has given me the worst kind of sense of time, space, and generally everything.
Mortimer fans himself with his hand. He was not prepared for this weather! 6
Fenrir is built for mountains and snow. He also was not prepared. 13
Talindra would inform the both of them that there couldn't possibly be a way to prepare for this ridiculous heat if any of that was outloud. 8
Freaking heat. 20
...is not an issue, apparently.
It's hot.... but it's a dry heat.
Raff rolls two hit dice for that short rest they took ages ago 6, 4
Then he does the constitution thing: 16
In spite of Raff's hope, it is not actually a dry heat. It feels awful, but you all soldier on doggedly. Except for Mortimer, who takes a point of exhaustion.
At the end of what has been a very long day, Salida calls a halt to the march and seems pleased. "We've made good time!" In an uncharacteristic move, she even claps Enri on the back in what might be a comradely manner. "Fine job navigating, even! I'm impressed. You might all survive this whole thing!"
She starts setting up camp again, and suggests that you all do the same. It's time to decide who's going on watch! Also might be a good time to forage for food, I dunno. You figure it out. You are by a running river - the Shoshenstar, if you happen to be curious enough to ask Salida.
Speaking of whom, she approaches Fenrir as you settle in for the night. "We'll have to cross tomorrow. The camp's on this side of the river, but the terrain is a lot more dangerous. Better to cross to where it's safer and then cross back. Or if you like your chances we can stay on this side. You're paying me, so what you say goes."
"Hey Salider," Mortimer mutters as they arrive. "Is it safe to go dunk my head in that river, or am I going to come out with something like giant leeches on my face?"
"Only one way to find out." Salida says, and then relents. "Probably."
After observing that conversation, Fenrir forgoes his usual paranoid caution to percept the river. 11
"Are there safe places to cross?" he growls toward Salida.
Mortimer flops down onto his back and raises a finger into the air. "Are there safe places to sleep?"
"Technically no, there are never any safe places to sleep. At the very least one of your camping buddies could try and murder you in the middle of the night. ..Not that I'm saying that would happen here. It's hypothetical. Clearly." Talindra decided it was really past time she became occupied by setting up some tents and never discuss that topic again.
Mortimer gives Talindra a puzzled look, then glances around at everyone else. "Thanks, that was encouraging. You're just a magical ray of sunshine this evening, aren't you?"
Talindra shrugged. "Magical at least. I'm a pessimist what can I say. It's a family flaw."
"The young spellcaster has a good point." Salida says dryly, and seems maybe half-serious about it. It's difficult to tell with her sometimes. To Fenrir's question, she answers, "A few hours' march south the river becomes narrow and easy to ford. It isn't too terribly deep there either, and if we move carefully enough we'll even avoid the undead around that area. After another five or six days following the river, there's a bridge we can cross to the camp."
Fenrir, you peer into the water and don't see anything that seems even remotely dangerous. It is possible Salida was ******* with Mortimer.
Fenrir pats Mortimer on the back and turns away from the river. "We'll cross tomorrow, then."
Then he heads off to hunt and forage for food, rolling... what, Survival? 22