The quartermaster, an old tortle, slowly blinks as Cyllyn asks for healing potions. The quartermaster begins to rummage through the wagon, first handing Cyllyn a healer's kit, followed by a vial of antitoxin. A few more moments pass as the tortle examines various vials and bottles before turning you and shaking his head. "I'm sorry," he said in a low, gravelly voice. "We do not appear to have any in here. I can check the other wagons if you like, but it may take some time, you see."
Cyllyn gratefully accepts the provisions from the old tortle. "Thank you sir, but no. Im afraid we are light on time. Thank you for these." She cheerfully bids farewell and heads back to the group.
"I was able to procure a healer's kid and some antitoxin. I can carry them, unless someone else would rather?...Otherwise I believe I am ready to head out."
Ceasar nods, "Much appreciated, that should help, just in case." With a small smile, he looks in the direction of Falcon's reach and pumps a fist in the air, "Let's do this!"
Bavarax walks over to Cyllyn and smiles a toothy smile. "Well done in quickly acquiring those items. I believe we can leave with what we have now." With that he turns to the group and lets out a roar. "Let's go save the town!"
Krag makes a fist with his right hand, thumps it against his chest twice, then salutes the horizon. “May the scum that dare attack it rue the day they ever thought of doing such a thing!”
Cyllyn blushes slightly from Bavarax's compliment. She finishes stowing the kit and antivenom in her pack and shoulders it again. Adjusting her hood she nods along with the others excitement. "Yes! I am most anxious to get there quickly. Let us go!..." She pauses and thinks for a moment. "I...also do not know where we are going..." She looks to the others, ready to follow someone else.
Ceasar stares at his companions for a moment before laughing, "We're truly a fine lot!" After laughing for a bit he turns to Gabriel and smiles, now in a great mood, "Gabriel, I believe you know the way, no? Thanks for the help."
Gabriel nods and closes her eyes for a moment. Two shimmering wings emerge from her back, briefly showing themselves before she shoots up into the air, about 200 feet up from you. She hovers there for a moment before returning to the ground, wings receding into her body. She points towards the Northwest. "Follow me." Gabriel begins to set off, walking briskly across the desert sand.
[What's your marching order? Gabriel will take point by default, unless someone wants to contest that.]
Ceasar will take up the rear, it's the second most dangerous spot aside from the front, but it also allows him to keep an eye out for everyone and assist anyone that falls behind.
[Marching Order: Gabriel, Bavarax, Gala, Krag, Cyllyn, Nuur, Herman, and Ceasar. Rook and Hank are the only two who haven't chosen a point in the order, but that doesn't have as much bearing on this first encounter.]
Your group sets off, trekking across the sand. As you continue, the ground begins to get more rocky than sandy, and you can see some rock formations in the distance. About half an hour passes before Gabriel holds up a fist to indicate a need to stop. Facing you all, she holds a finger to her lips before pointing down towards the ground in front of her. Gathering around, you all see a vast chasm, barely noticeable from your earlier positions. Down in the chasm is a large creature, with the upper half of a human and the lower half of a lion, laid atop a pile of armor. The creature appears to be sleeping, and Gabriel is intent on not waking it. She points to the right, and begins to walk softly away.
[Everyone needs to make a Dexterity (Stealth) check.]
Nimbly walking to the right, Cyl maneuvers her way through the rocks, avoiding any that might shift. She spares a quick glance toward the strange creature, appreciating its beauty and terror in equal measure. She hopes her new found friends manage just as well as she would not like to harm the creature, nor watch anyone succumb to it.
The quartermaster, an old tortle, slowly blinks as Cyllyn asks for healing potions. The quartermaster begins to rummage through the wagon, first handing Cyllyn a healer's kit, followed by a vial of antitoxin. A few more moments pass as the tortle examines various vials and bottles before turning you and shaking his head. "I'm sorry," he said in a low, gravelly voice. "We do not appear to have any in here. I can check the other wagons if you like, but it may take some time, you see."
Cyllyn gratefully accepts the provisions from the old tortle. "Thank you sir, but no. Im afraid we are light on time. Thank you for these." She cheerfully bids farewell and heads back to the group.
"I was able to procure a healer's kid and some antitoxin. I can carry them, unless someone else would rather?...Otherwise I believe I am ready to head out."
Ceasar nods, "Much appreciated, that should help, just in case." With a small smile, he looks in the direction of Falcon's reach and pumps a fist in the air, "Let's do this!"
Bavarax walks over to Cyllyn and smiles a toothy smile. "Well done in quickly acquiring those items. I believe we can leave with what we have now." With that he turns to the group and lets out a roar. "Let's go save the town!"
Krag makes a fist with his right hand, thumps it against his chest twice, then salutes the horizon. “May the scum that dare attack it rue the day they ever thought of doing such a thing!”
Herman smirks
finally some action...
"Enough talk, let´s head out!", Nuur exclaims eagerly as he starts walking, but he quickly stops again. "I... don´t know the direction though."
Cyllyn blushes slightly from Bavarax's compliment. She finishes stowing the kit and antivenom in her pack and shoulders it again. Adjusting her hood she nods along with the others excitement. "Yes! I am most anxious to get there quickly. Let us go!..." She pauses and thinks for a moment. "I...also do not know where we are going..." She looks to the others, ready to follow someone else.
Ceasar stares at his companions for a moment before laughing, "We're truly a fine lot!" After laughing for a bit he turns to Gabriel and smiles, now in a great mood, "Gabriel, I believe you know the way, no? Thanks for the help."
Gabriel nods and closes her eyes for a moment. Two shimmering wings emerge from her back, briefly showing themselves before she shoots up into the air, about 200 feet up from you. She hovers there for a moment before returning to the ground, wings receding into her body. She points towards the Northwest. "Follow me." Gabriel begins to set off, walking briskly across the desert sand.
[What's your marching order? Gabriel will take point by default, unless someone wants to contest that.]
Gala will be close to the front of the group
Cyllyn naturally drifts to the middle of the group, wishing to neither be in the front nor the rear but safely in the middle.
Her eyes scan the horizon as she looks about for something interesting, or unusual, but she searches for nothing in particular.
OOC: She's not looking around for anything in particular, so Passive Perception is 13.
Krag will be close to the front, maybe third or fourth in line.
Ceasar will take up the rear, it's the second most dangerous spot aside from the front, but it also allows him to keep an eye out for everyone and assist anyone that falls behind.
Bavarax will be just behind Gabriel wishing to help as much as possible.
Herman stays in the rear lose to Ceasar
Nuur decides to stay in the middle, near Cyllyn.
[Marching Order: Gabriel, Bavarax, Gala, Krag, Cyllyn, Nuur, Herman, and Ceasar. Rook and Hank are the only two who haven't chosen a point in the order, but that doesn't have as much bearing on this first encounter.]
Your group sets off, trekking across the sand. As you continue, the ground begins to get more rocky than sandy, and you can see some rock formations in the distance. About half an hour passes before Gabriel holds up a fist to indicate a need to stop. Facing you all, she holds a finger to her lips before pointing down towards the ground in front of her. Gathering around, you all see a vast chasm, barely noticeable from your earlier positions. Down in the chasm is a large creature, with the upper half of a human and the lower half of a lion, laid atop a pile of armor. The creature appears to be sleeping, and Gabriel is intent on not waking it. She points to the right, and begins to walk softly away.
[Everyone needs to make a Dexterity (Stealth) check.]
Cyllyn obediently follows Gabriel's instructions...
Stealth: 19
Nimbly walking to the right, Cyl maneuvers her way through the rocks, avoiding any that might shift. She spares a quick glance toward the strange creature, appreciating its beauty and terror in equal measure. She hopes her new found friends manage just as well as she would not like to harm the creature, nor watch anyone succumb to it.
OOC: Edited for flavor.
Gala nods following slowly making sure the entire group makes it around the creature before following behind the last
Stealth 13