Lelantus finally realizing he has an extra pair of clothes hands them to thaux
They're small, a comfortable fit for a halfling, yet impossible for a lizardfolk his size; but the pants, with a fresh hole in the seat for his tail and when pulled up all the way, at least conceal his... "male form." For that, he's grateful.
Korbiña whipes her tears and takes a deep breath as she looks around to everyone. The tourch in her hand went out, so she sits down at a dryer patch below a tree and re-lights it as quickly as possible. "The musts here bear fear and halucinations... so please make sure to always stay close to a source of fire" she explains to Sceilie whom she always keeps close.
Once the torch burns, pushing the mist away, she turns to Quartz, Lelantus, Asher and Thaux, taking a breath to say something, then looks at Thaux, breathes out... takes another breath... tries to suppress a grin...
"Uhm... I believe my clothes will also not fit your form quite right... but maybe a little better than just a... ahhhmm... it's up to you though... maybe Quartz has some extra shirt ir something..."
She quickly turns away, helping Sceilie to get some mud off her as Sceilie does the same for Korbiña.
[Note to everyone that the crazy magic rule is once more in effect. I'll (eventually w/ procrastination) post an OoC list of spells affected. Keep in mind, your characters won't know, but you'll at least be able to roll the extra die without looking to me about whether or not yours is one of those spells that apply.]
Sceilie nods with assent, though whether her taciturn behavior is out of wonder, loss, nerves, or grief is beyond the sorceress to comprehend. The young maiden's not a fool. No doubt she understood why she was sent with them – she's now the last of her people, a survivor in a world she doesn't know. Korbiña cannot determine her exact feelings, but it's clear something is bothering her, even with the tiefling's own warmth so close by. It can and likely will only take time. However much time they could have left.
Lelantus is quick to scan his surroundings for any potential threats. While he doesn't see any enemies, he wouldn't exactly call this place "safe." Thick mud, poor visibility, and literal swarms of tiny biting flies -- this place stinks, both figurative and literally, of disease. They can't stay here for long. But this isn't where they were when they entered the village, so this place is somewhere new, well off the beaten path. They're tired, they're bruised and they're lost.
Without the sun to guide them, she's at a minor loss. Sceilie can't do much either, offering only a timid"Sorry..."in response, twiddling her thumbs and staring at the ground.
[Not quite getting it... when I posted the result was 20... now it's 6 and it days that the roll was potentially msnipulsted....]
[Is there at least some kind if path leading away from the spit?]
After a moment of minute disorientation, Sceilie does see something. However, it's not ideal, not in the slightest. The mud that at once coats everyone's back appears to lead beyond this cusp of trees, a soft slow stream of bogwater and the muck beyond. It's what appears to be a marsh of some sort. And as far as the party can tell, it's unfortunately the best way forward – wherever forward is.
Quartz feels generally at home in the swamp. Thus one may have some dark presence or be otherwise off-putting, but that it is a swamp is not a hardship. Still, he realizes that it might not be so for others. If it comes to trekking through muck, Quartz will offer to carry anyone struggling, perhaps an adolescent girl or a halfling, whichever would benefit greater.
<Oh, how old is Sceilie? For some reason i imagined not fully mature. In #906 she is called a "young maiden".>
[Well, yeah. But then again, "Korbiña" is only 19, which is also young. That's why they're an item. Maiden just means virginal, ie never did the deed. You can technically be in your thirties and still be a "maiden." It would be a little creepy if she were with a child, ya know? But their's is an emotional relationship – no panky of any hanky, if you're catching my lingo. In fact, I might've made Sceilie a year older than Korbiña, but I cannot remember off the top of my head. Sorry for any confusion. I guess I should explain the terminology better. Now, we're gonna wait a bit for poor battered and molested Asher (he gets busy at his restaurant), then keep going with Thaux botting until he gets a break at school.]
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Lelantus finally realizing he has an extra pair of clothes hands them to thaux
They're small, a comfortable fit for a halfling, yet impossible for a lizardfolk his size; but the pants, with a fresh hole in the seat for his tail and when pulled up all the way, at least conceal his... "male form." For that, he's grateful.
Korbiña whipes her tears and takes a deep breath as she looks around to everyone. The tourch in her hand went out, so she sits down at a dryer patch below a tree and re-lights it as quickly as possible. "The musts here bear fear and halucinations... so please make sure to always stay close to a source of fire" she explains to Sceilie whom she always keeps close.
Once the torch burns, pushing the mist away, she turns to Quartz, Lelantus, Asher and Thaux, taking a breath to say something, then looks at Thaux, breathes out... takes another breath... tries to suppress a grin...
"Uhm... I believe my clothes will also not fit your form quite right... but maybe a little better than just a... ahhhmm... it's up to you though... maybe Quartz has some extra shirt ir something..."
She quickly turns away, helping Sceilie to get some mud off her as Sceilie does the same for Korbiña.
[Note to everyone that the crazy magic rule is once more in effect. I'll (eventually w/ procrastination) post an OoC list of spells affected. Keep in mind, your characters won't know, but you'll at least be able to roll the extra die without looking to me about whether or not yours is one of those spells that apply.]
Sceilie nods with assent, though whether her taciturn behavior is out of wonder, loss, nerves, or grief is beyond the sorceress to comprehend. The young maiden's not a fool. No doubt she understood why she was sent with them – she's now the last of her people, a survivor in a world she doesn't know. Korbiña cannot determine her exact feelings, but it's clear something is bothering her, even with the tiefling's own warmth so close by. It can and likely will only take time. However much time they could have left.
Lelantus will look around to make sure that they are safe
[Will he be rolling Perception for that, or do I use his passive score?]
Rolling
Investigation 19
[That works, too.]
Lelantus is quick to scan his surroundings for any potential threats. While he doesn't see any enemies, he wouldn't exactly call this place "safe." Thick mud, poor visibility, and literal swarms of tiny biting flies -- this place stinks, both figurative and literally, of disease. They can't stay here for long. But this isn't where they were when they entered the village, so this place is somewhere new, well off the beaten path. They're tired, they're bruised and they're lost.
Korbiña sighs looking around too "Sceilie, you have never been here, either, right? Can anyone see any kind of trodden path"
[Korbiña tries to use her bit of knowledge on Nature to find the direction south: Nature 13 ]
[Oof]
Without the sun to guide them, she's at a minor loss. Sceilie can't do much either, offering only a timid "Sorry..." in response, twiddling her thumbs and staring at the ground.
[There's no wrong answer here, direction-wise.]
[Not quite getting it... when I posted the result was 20... now it's 6 and it days that the roll was potentially msnipulsted....]
[Is there at least some kind if path leading away from the spit?]
After a moment of minute disorientation, Sceilie does see something. However, it's not ideal, not in the slightest. The mud that at once coats everyone's back appears to lead beyond this cusp of trees, a soft slow stream of bogwater and the muck beyond. It's what appears to be a marsh of some sort. And as far as the party can tell, it's unfortunately the best way forward – wherever forward is.
Lelantus slides down parkour style
[Roll Acrobatics]
Quartz feels generally at home in the swamp. Thus one may have some dark presence or be otherwise off-putting, but that it is a swamp is not a hardship. Still, he realizes that it might not be so for others. If it comes to trekking through muck, Quartz will offer to carry anyone struggling, perhaps an adolescent girl or a halfling, whichever would benefit greater.
[Whoa, when did we pick up a kid?!]
<Oh, how old is Sceilie? For some reason i imagined not fully mature. In #906 she is called a "young maiden".>
[Well, yeah. But then again, "Korbiña" is only 19, which is also young. That's why they're an item. Maiden just means virginal, ie never did the deed. You can technically be in your thirties and still be a "maiden." It would be a little creepy if she were with a child, ya know? But their's is an emotional relationship – no panky of any hanky, if you're catching my lingo. In fact, I might've made Sceilie a year older than Korbiña, but I cannot remember off the top of my head. Sorry for any confusion. I guess I should explain the terminology better. Now, we're gonna wait a bit for poor battered and molested Asher (he gets busy at his restaurant), then keep going with Thaux botting until he gets a break at school.]