Sweet, to answer the regularity of posting. I will usually jump on for a few minutes every few hours during my breaks between classes, so at a minimum once a day but probably more.

Seeing the taller folk in front of him reacting to something over the ridge, Crow will rush forward and jump up on one of the wagons to get a better vantage point. Initially reacting to the winged shape with the fear and resolve from his clerical experience with fiends, he squints toward the town and the winged creature hoping his dark vision will allow him to discern the nature of the shape better in the fading sunset. [Perception check?: 7 ]

Rushing forward to try and get a better look, Crow would faintly make out the shape to be some sort of young dragon, aggressively circling the town as people flee. At this distance, it seemed too much to tell much else.

((ooc: hi my crispys friend! im making my character right now and it may take a little bit but im excited to play with you all c:!))

Seeing the shape Ratha pulls out her rapier rushing forward trying to get a better look at the danger ahead 

Perception:13

PHLEGETHOS
1000 YEARS FROM NOW

Phlegethos, the fourth layer of Hell, was an eternal fiery wasteland filled with active volcanoes, hills of ash, gouting fires, streams of magma, pits of smoking excrement, and burning sand beneath a screaming rain of magical fire flakes. Red light suffused the sky and huge fireballs flew across the layer above and randomly exploded wherever they hit. Upon first glance, a spirit that defied Prime Material description appeared and took the form of a human woman in her late twenties. All of the heat of this layer paled in comparison to the fire of the anger in her inhuman heart. Demons were everywhere, and each and every one of them let her pass - ahead of here was her destination: Abriymoch.

The fortress capital city of Abriymoch was build on the lip of a volcano and compased of hardened magma in the calcera of a volcano and was somewhat more bearable than the rest of Phlegethos. But, the heat did not bother this human woman. The ruler of Phlegethos, Lady Fierna, had another job for this being. The human woman reached the throne room and kneeled, never daring to look at the Lady directly. To do so would be to risk sanity. They both communicated through telepathy, with thoughts and feelings without saying a word. The woman was a tool to be used, and the Lady had work for her to do. 

She nodded as she received the message, bowed, and left the Fortress. Once again, for the thousandth time, she was to do Hells bidding. Outside the Fortress, she closed her eyes and concentrated on a singular spot in the cosmos, and beyond space and time was teleported to a world called Faerun. Cora "Crispy" Perkins was soon picked up by a caravan shortly after.

TODAY

Do the job, and get out. It's always that simple.

Cora yawned lazily in the cart. She had long dark brown hair tied into a ponytail, and impossibly bright blue eyes, almost unnatural looking. She had a few scars and old wounds on her face, but otherwise was considered very beautiful. She wore leathers with a long jacket, and any skin that showed revealed a very lean and athletic body - it was easy to tell she was, at one point, in the military and trained to be fast, quick, and lethal. If she had any bodyfat, it was placed in all the right places.

She sensed something off. She slowly rolled over and peeked outside. A dragon..? Hm. Of course. This could get interesting.

Seeing the mayhem unfolding in the distance and observing Crow as he clambered up on a wagon, his face etched with concern, Strife approached the gnome and addressed him. "This looks very severe, does it not? I intend to hurry forward there to offer medical assistance - I know a couple rudimentary spells that may restore health. I also possess a physician's kit, but my own skill in this regard is terribly deficient. Do you by chance have any expertise in the use of such? I have no wish to confront that flying menace, at least not directly, for I fear it is far beyond our power to restrain, yet if we hurry, we may at least save lives that otherwise would be lost. Will you join me?"

Strife pulled back the hood of her cloak so that Crow would certainly register the unmistakeable infernal features common among her kind, and watched him carefully to gauge his reaction.

Cora saw the gnome named Crow scramble up the wagon like a little spider monkey. The one called "Strife" followed suit. They talked, talked about saving lives. She was a tiefling. How interesting. Not a stranger to things infernal, Cora smiled, and looked again up ahead at the dragon. She went over the mission parameters in her head for the millionth time, it basically boiled down to:

Do the job. Get out. Remember the rules. 

Like always, her power level was either reduced or increased based on the job - Hell knew what they were doing and always had a master plan. Her favorite jobs included wiping out entire planetary populations with her bare hands, but this job wasn't the case sadly, and it annoyed her greatly, like much of everything did. An eternity ago, she was an operative. Waterdeep special forces. Now she was something completely different. But that was a story for another day.

She sat back down and caught glance of the wood elf ranger next to her, Starling.

Starling didn't like groups. Something always happened, always bad, never good, and it was only confirmed upon seeing dark clouds of smoke and fire bellow from the town they were suppose to be heading to. That's why she preferred the forests, their depths giving the elf solitude from all of this. She didn't have to deal with people (too much), nor did she have to worry about dragons (she did, more than she would admit), and she wouldn't feel this awful awkwardness around everyone if she just stayed where she belonged. At most, she knew their names, which was a feat all in itself. She didn't need to remember names back home.

She was silent, waiting for Crow-- was that his name?-- to return and give them the details of what was happening, although it was stupidly obvious. Another dragon. Another town burnt down to the ground. She was contemplating on what to do (mainly thinking of just leaving but that wasn't the right thing to do) until she could sense a set of eyes looking at her, another thing she didn't like about being with people.

The red-head looked over to the source, Cora "Crispy" Perkins. "What?"

Cora took a moment before answering. She smiled slightly, held the gaze. 

"Trust me." She purred, "There is someplace i'd rather be as well. I can see it all over your face."

She waited a moment, studied the elf. "I'm Cora."

Starling's face scrunched up at Cora's scrutiny. Can she not look at me like that?

"I know." She answered quite coldly, more so than she really even wanted it to sound, but the human made her even more uncomfortable than she already was. She shook her head, breaking their eye contact to then look at everyone else. "What is the plan?"

Cora didn't pay mind to the elf's response - the ranger was uncomfortable, it showed and was clear. The rogue had interacted and spent a millennia with people, and small talk was a way to pass the time. She knew people well. 

"Alright, easy." she said silkily. "As for a plan? I don't know." she said casually. "I don't think we have one yet." 

She could have gone up top to ask Crow and Strife, but was comfortable lounging in the wagon, so didn't get up again just yet.

Marking the intentional drop of the hood, Crow looked at her deeply, "Anyone wanting to do good and right, I'm more than happy to help 'em. I have some training in healing, the kit might help,...not to quick with legs this short. Do you have a faster way down this hill?" Crow starts looking around for a horse. 

The out pf place kobold that was with them seemed to keep to himself, showing a strange tendency to glare at anyone that got to close to him. For the most part he looked like others of his kind but his scaly skin was rather strange as it seemed to have a somewhat golden hue to it in the right lighting. Although was rare due to the fact he tended to avoid direct sunlight as often as possible due to the sensitive eyes of his "kind." 

As they come upon the town and Zust sees a dragon he hops up from the wagon he had been on and scrambles forward to get a better view, pulling his cloak down low to shield his eyes somewhat. "Is this what passes for flying with dragons in this day and age?" His voice is hoarse as he speaks, the very sound of it seeming grate on his nerves as he laments the loss of his true voice. He turned to the others in the wafons that actually looked useful in a fight, his little hands reaching out to the shield and rapier on his back.

While the affairs of other races would have once been beyond his concern he knew that he needed to prove himself in order to show he had leanded the lesson Bahamut wished for him to learn. He will step forward towards the gnome, going through the names he knew. "Cow I will go with you to help these people... But perhaps it is wise to avoid the dragon..."

Shaa was moving before he knew it. 

He rushed past the others, catching snatches of discussions but not registering all of them. 

His braided silver hair flying behind him he rushed toward the village. 

A sigh escaped past Starling’s lips as she watched Shaa run last them, climbing out of the cart right after the sight. “I suppose we don’t have a choice now.” She says to everyone else, equipping her longbow. “Unless we want him to die.”

Zust sighs as he sees the human run past them, shaking his head more when he sees that they lack any armor. He will move back into the wagon and come back with his shortbow and pack, his shield and rapier still held tightly in his hands. "If we are going to save the human then we should hurry along."

"A faster way? Why, of course!" Strife sat herself on the bench next to the wagon's driver, a slightly rotund man with graying and thinning hair. "Kind sir, you can see before you the plight of those poor people, many of them perhaps bleeding and in urgent need of care. We need you to help us get there as quickly as possible and-" Seeing the vigorous head shaking that signaled his emphatic refusal, Strife snuggled alongside the driver and placed her arm around him. "Don't you want to be the hero who faced down the dragon and earned my gratitude for-" The driver leapt from the wagon with an expression of revulsion, genuflecting an appeal for Tymora's protection against Strife's obviously nefarious schemes. Strife immediately passed the reins over to Crow. "Let's go!" As the wagon pulled forward and the profanity of the driver's curses increased, Strife turned back and yelled "Thank you! We'll leave the wagon in town for you!"

Strife came to the abrupt realization that the back of the wagon was occupied. Two women, one an elf, the other human, both very beautiful. However, something about the aura of the human sent a chill down Strife's spine, along with a vague sense of familiarity. Hiding her astonishment behind a beaming grin, she introduced herself. "Hello, fellow travelers, my name is Strife. This wagon is temporarily under new management and features express service directly to the town. We're delighted you selected us as your carrier today and we hope to deliver you swiftly and as un-singed as possible." She offered the human a sly wink before turning back around to observe their progress.

While the tiefling spoke to the driver, Starling could sense what was going to happen once the driver refused to head further into the blazing inferno of a town and hopped right back into the cart, a look of irritation coming across her face. “I guess we’ll do it this way then.” She uttered, mostly to herself.

As your newly "borrowed" cart approaches Greenest, you can better make out the fires flickering across the town as people flee, screaming. You barely have reached the vbillage before someone darts in front of you. Without warning, five humans dash out from between two buildings on your left. A limping man and three young children race across the street into more shadows, and a woman carrying a round shield and a broken spear turns and faces back in the direction from which they came. Eight kobolds stream out of the alley on the family’s heels and fan out around the woman, who looks determined to delay the creatures for as long as possible.