The route around was quite rocky, and uphill most of the way. By the time you get sight of the camp it is quickly approaching dusk. You see smoke from the camp fires, as the smell of cooking meat wafts it's way to your nostrils. Muted sounds of laughter and conversation become louder as the party approaches.

(Has Skiaceq cleaned up? He did get a little carried away in the last fight. Bird man covered in the blood of his enemies might cause a stir.)

(OoC: I always forget to include it, but Skiaceq is very fussy about cleaning his feathers. It’s on his character sheet somewhere.)

Circling some 60 ft above the others, Skiaceq sighs in relief as he nips away the last of the blood from his feathers and talons. The sound reaches him first as he banks about a dozen meters ahead. He climbs higher and peers at the source of the smoke to ensure there are no sinister cloaks or lizards before returning to the ground and walking alongside his companions.

Perception: 19

OoC: If we had to guess, about how many voices does it sound like there are?

Perception: 9

Darvin isn't able to make out any individual voices, but the camp seems fairly large, and he knows from experience there are enough creatures of various sorts to lay siege to a small town.

"So I guess we have a decision to make. Take them out a few at a time during the night? Try to sneak in and destroy the eggs under their snouts? Not sure that the three of us can fight everyone in this large of a camp, so we can't repeat our ambush tactics from this afternoon..." Valji whispers to the others when they stop to evaluate their position and tactics.

"Agreed, we're well outmatched for an open assault. Do we have any idea where they're keeping the eggs? If we can find our way there unnoticed, that seems best."

OoC: I've honestly forgotten where the eggs are supposed to be. In a cave near the camp, no?

Skiaceq says aloud as the idea comes to him, “Darvin, could you use your disguise to eavesdrop in the camp? Scouting may be too dangerous. You may learn more than just the location of the eggs.”

"I was considering something like that... My only worry is that I don't know who knows what, and I risk either not knowing something I should or mentioning something I shouldn't. I suppose I could just try to stay inconspicuous and listen... but would they think anything of an extra person?"

"Another thought: I could run in to 'warn' them that that tiefling sacked the other camp and that he is heading here through the main entrance. Misdirect their attention and give you some breathing room to scout around. It may spur some of them to visit the eggs to protect or move them."

"We could wait to the middle of the night to sneak in...then we'd only have to deal with a few guards. Of course, you may not overhear too much, but you may be able to move around a bit more freely. I will leave it up to your expertise!"

Darvin looks up at the sky gauging the angle of the sun. "I will venture they're going to be sitting down for a meal soon. Good time to run across some loose lips. Besides, we already lost a couple hours due to our detour; I don't want to delay us longer than we need to."

"Alright. Try to keep eyes on the camp if you can, but not at the expense of discretion. Here goes... wish me luck."

Darvin adjusts his hat, trying to give himself the most average-looking unremarkable appearance he can manage based on his experience with these cultists. He then begins to make his way toward the camp, trying to approach stealthily so he might have a chance to scope out the goings on inside so he can make a good non-entrance.

Stealth: 17

OoC: Crunch!

Watching Darvin go, Skiaceq grips the left breast of his tunic in silent prayer to no god in particular.

A few minutes pass. Eventually the worry gets to him. He says to Valji, "Is there anything we can do from here? He is capable, but the thought of him being caught haunts me. What if there's no ruckus? We won't even know to help."

"I'm no diviner...guess we can try to sneak a little closer and listen for alarm bells or something. But if we move, will Darvin be able to find us when he returns...in the dark...possibly running...?"

Skiaceq sizes up his stout companion. "Valji, you said you intend to learn to fly?" He lifts into the air and beats his wings to hover a foot above the gnome, extending his taloned feet in offer. "Would you like a sample?"

If Valji accepts:

"Oh! Really?! Shall I rig a belt or my rope? Not that I don't trust you to hold on - but better safe than sorry I say!" Valji will tie several knots in his rope to form a makeshift sling!

"A wise precaution, I take no offense. It is easier on me anyhow." Skiaceq grasps the harness and beats his wings furiously in place, taking a moment to adapt to the extra weight. Certain of his lift strength, he tightens his grip and hoists Valji into the air. After climbing thirty feet, he dips forward and catches a draft, riding upward forty, sixty, a hundred feet. The wind surges past, blowing Valji's hair like a tarp in a hurricane. Skiaceq glances down, smiling to his companion with deep sense of reward in granting a groundwalker this taste of freedom. "How does it feel?" he squawks, diving into another updraft and riding higher and higher. He banks around and catches the same updraft again, too lofty now for any without staring to tell condor apart from gnome-laden birdman.

First pass, now. He scans ahead of where Darvin entered the camp, though he will be hard to spot incognito. "Point Darvin out to me if you spot him."

Perception: 17

As Skiaceq takes to the sky, he is too distracted to really get a good look at the encampment. Valji, however, manages to get a decent look as he gleefully flies into the sky, unable to make out any individual cultists, but getting a fairly good look at the layout of the camp. (Note: Ignore the extra text) 

Valji approaches from the opening, but as a snick snaps under his feet, a voice rings out from a nearby guard tower. "Halt! Who goes there? Is that you Tyrik?"

OoC: Can Darvin and the guard see each other?

Looking up and to the left, Darvin sees a guard tower. Approximately 20 feet up, a robed man holds a drawn crossbow, pointed slightly down from Darvin as he seems to recognize him as a colleague somehow in the disguise and robes.

Darvin chuckles. "You know that's the third time in as many days somebody mistook me for Tyrik. Haven't seen him in a bit," he replies. "Just got off a scouting shift and heading back to camp for dinner."

Make a deception check.