Devin looks over at D.

"The Lady is Mistress of Magic and Mother of Mysteries who guides the Weave of magic that envelops the world. She tends to the weave constantly, making possible all the miracles and mysteries wrought by magic and users of magic. She is believed to be the embodiment of the Weave and of magic herself, her veins the ley lines, her breath the mists and her body the pulsing, thrumming earth.  She would know.   There is a spell but it is currently outside of my ability.   With time and more experience I could learn the spell if it is her will.   We could aid the creature then but I do not know how long that will be.  Perhaps an alliance until such a time?"

"An alliance?" Lukian asks. "While that is preferable to a confrontation, how can this creature continue to exist on our plane when everything it touches catches fire? Perhaps it can fly. Ask it if it can fly."

Ebonitus asks Mambo "Can you fly, that is move around without touching the ground? I understand that you would like to return to your friends on the plane of fire, if you come with us and help us, we will do all we can to help you to return - but it may take some time." To the rest of the group he says, "Mambo seems quite young in his thinking, it will be a bit like dealing with a child/adolescent."

Ebonitus picks up images of the creature skating just above the ground but never more than a foot above the ground's surface. This is accompanied by a feeling of delight from the creature at Ebonotus' invitation to join them and then ultimately help it return home.

To the group Ebonitus says "He can float, more than fly, but it may be enough to stop everything in his path being burnt to a cinder. He seems happy to help us until we are able to return him to the plane of fire."  "Now all we need to do is work out how he can help us." Ebonitus adds - a bit more under his breath than out loud.

"Once we have arrived at our intended destination, or to a suitable lookout point over it, we shall be able to properly make plans from there. For now, however, if you can convince that one to wait while we rest, we should return to doing so for the evening. As we have already pressed on far longer than we should have, and are in a poor enough condition." D.O.R.K replied. "That is... my suggestion, at least. And if there are no counter arguments, we should begin now." She then looks to others, and if all are in agreement, bids the semi-reluctant pair of goblins in getting Mr. G all ready for bed as others set up camp.

Ebonitus agrees with D.O.R.K. saying "Yes, I think we need to stop for the night." Then he thinks to Mambo "We need to stop and rest for the darkness, to ensure that we are at our best when the Sun rises. Do you need to rest at all?"

"Mambo," Lukian says, trying out the name. He looks at the dark-skinned cleric. "If it wasn't for your helmet, I suppose we would have no way of communicating ... " The elf stops mid-sentence as a thought occurs to him. He draws Dawnbringer, lettering her glowing blade flash into being. Telepathically, he addresses the weapon, "Dawnbringer, can you communicate with this fire creature? Its name is Mambo, and it is from the plane of fire. We have agreed to help it return home, but only Ebonitus has been able to communicate with it with his helmet of telepathy."

"Dawnbringer, can you communicate with this fire creature? Its name is Mambo, and it is from the plane of fire. We have agreed to help it return home, but only Ebonitus has been able to communicate with it with his helmet of telepathy."

Lukian hears Dawnbringer's dulcet tones in his head "why of course my dear boy - what would you like me to ask it? How many toes it has perhaps? 

"Good thinking," says Ebonitus, "did it work? It would be useful to have another that can communicate with Mambo."

Lukian turns and nods at Ebonitus, then looking down at the sword again, thinks, "Tell it, er, Mambo your name is Dawnbringer and that you are the sword in my hand. Tell it my name is Lukian, a cleric of Lathandar. Tell Mambo we hope we can be friends and that we hope we can help it find its way home. We'll see how it reacts to all of that." The elf then looks up at Mambo expectantly.

(OOC: Sorry I missed Lukian's post)

Mambo flares brightly and Ebonitus picks up emanations of excitement possibly as a result of Dawnbringer speaking(?) to it. As the party settles down for the night Lukian hears Dawnbringer's sunny voice in his head "leave me out tonight and I will continue to talk to Mambo."  

As the party passes what is an uneventful night their sleep is disturbed by occasional flares of light from both Dawnbringer and Mambo. Anybody who is on guard can see that Dawnbringer occasionally dims away to nothing and shortly thereafter Mambo dims as well but occasionally flares into white-hot brilliance. It is not to hard to work out that Dawnbringer is probably trying to teach Mambo how to control his light and flames.

Though unable to be of help when it came to her turn at watch, D.O.R.K monitored to the training when she could, if only to make sure no wild fires came of it. Apart from it, she was content to stay silent, ponder on the training, and run through what protocols could be addendum to include the use of "Mambo" in the future battle to come.

As for Beedo and Vark. When their turn keep watch came, Beedo had more than a few choice words to grumble over the flashing night light. But at Vark insistence, kept the temptation to douse the creature with good 'ol goblin piss in check...

A small goblin pissing on an elemental - now that would be a sight to see!

Day 10, First Ten-day, Month of Elient -  Somewhere in the Surbrin Hills enroute to Nesme

The next moning is as wet as the previous day but at least the wind has swung around to the south which means it is not quite as cold. The party – with now an added member – continue to plod along in the rain towards Nesme. At one stage the party spies a large herd of mountain goats off in a distance.

 As the party are setting up camp well after sunset they hear several voices in a language they can’t understand drifting through the rain.

Ebonitus concentrates with the helm of telepathy, to see if he can hear the surface thoughts of whoever is nearby.

In the morning, Lukian asks Dawnbringer how the night went and what she might have learned from Mambo. And since the creature doesn't seem to understand their verbal language, he will convey everything to the party without worrying about hurting the creature's feelings or angering it.

On the ride, Lukian will try to learn (through Dawnbringer) anymore information about Mambo's banishment to the material plane: If something on his end precipitated the journey, how long ago it took place, where he appeared (how far from where they met him), and if he saw anyone or anything on our end when it appeared that might have had something to do with it. Again, if he learns anything interesting, he'll convey it to the party.

Do the voice sound hushed like they're trying to be sneaky or angry or like regular conversation?

If he can hear the surface thoughts of whoever is nearby.

Ebonitus cannot detect any thoughts other than of the party members.

More information about Mambo's banishment to the material plane: If something on his end precipitated the journey, how long ago it took place, where he appeared (how far from where they met him), and if he saw anyone or anything on our end when it appeared that might have had something to do with it.

As far as Dawnbringer can ascertain Manbo was their (the elemental plane of fire) and now is here (Prime Material Plane). He seems to have no concept of time or geography.

Do the voice sound hushed like they're trying to be sneaky or angry or like regular conversation?

The voices are a bit grumbly - at least that is how it sounds to Lukian - in tone but again that could be normal speaking. They certainly don't sound like whispering!

OOC: Apologies for the disappearing act. Just started a new job and have been flat out!

In the morning, Torunn explains to the group that having spent most of his life with around the great forges of Lantan and with the blessing of Gond, he has a higher tolerance to the heat produced my Mambo and that he will be happy to help interact with the elemental if required.

(@Zip: Z'all good, mon! Just glad to here ya doing alright.)

When the group sight the herd Beedo excitedly tries to call forth a detour for some goat hunting. Naturally though, even if by some miracle the others don't deny the request, D.O.R.K pointedly did so, citing the need to keep to the straight and narrow for their course.

Later on, hearing the voices puts not only the living construct on guard, but even Beedo puts aside the heartache of never getting to taste goat to grab his bow and search the rain for signs of sources alongside a shield bearing Vark. "Everyone be on your guard. And those able to might wish to call upon the miracle to understand this... chatter." D.O.R.K said just prior to marching over to an opposing side of Mr. G, ready to defend one side. Just as Vark and Beedo would hold another. All three try to narrow down the source while generally keeping a look out for dangers.

Dork Perception: 12.
Vark Perception: 6.
Beedo Perception: 12.

Vark manages to spot the source of the noise  "over there" he whispers pointing out about a dozen Orcs trudging through the rain. The two in the front appear to be in conversation while the ten or so at the back are grumbling as they march.