The Summit Road Campaign Thread

Vishal watches Dulamul go and sit down before sitting down on the opposite side of camp. He just stares at the shifter for a while, not saying anything just looking, before announcing "Well....I'm going to rest up before my watch starts. If you need me before then feel free to wake me up." Unless anyone interjects with something, Vishal then goes off into his sleeping bag and lays down to rest some. 

The night passes peacefully, each person on watch spotting nothing out of the ordinary as the stars move overhead.

Once more, everyone but Vishal has the same dream. This time, although it's mostly the same, calming stream of thoughts as last night, there's a brief period interspersed with sudden flashes of fear, blood and terror, as you see fragmented images of kalashtar murdering Riedrans and massive shadowy creatures that drag children away screaming. But minutes after this sequence begins, a great light drives back the nightmares, and the soothing reassurance returns for the remainder of the night.

The next morning, you all wake early, seeing the refugees are all still asleep. Aleel and Bhuji are next to each other, Lanan sleeps lightly by a tree, Shiazala is curled up right next to Sulaan, and Dulamul is curled in a ball, looking the most relaxed you've seen him so far.

Taran considers the dream while he boils another stew for breakfast. He still enjoyed the peace and serenity of the main dream, but the other part. The fear. The blood. He looks over to Miss Shiazala. It bothers him that everyone is subjected to that. He realizes that bothers him more than the lies. 

He pushes his mullings away as the food finishes and he goes to wake up those who are still sleeping. They must keep moving, the longer they are in Riedra the more danger there is of being found, even with all of their precautions. 

With that in mind, after they eat, Taran will check everyone's feet again. Wrap what needs wrapped and apply some light salves on anyone who seems to be developing blisters or sores that might slow them down.

Medicine 9 possible advantage either from assistance or repeated action 6

When Vishal wakes up he goes about his normal morning routine of stretches, followed by a quick presidigitation to make sure he is clean and smells nice, all the while he keeps looking back over the refugees, his eyes stopping and lingering more on Dulamul. Vishal wonders what he is dreaming about before realizing that they're still under the Riedrians influence for dreams and its probably best that he doesn't know. Breaking away Vishal goes and helps Taran with breakfast, making sure it gets a nice a flavor, and offering the rogue a smile as they cook. 

River wakes and coos in confusion about the dreams, perched up in a tree high above the others. After taking a moment to look around for anything that may cause alarm (Perception: 15 ) the Kenku begins to sing a sweet song, hoping to ease the waking travellers of the fear caused by that one spooky section. (Performance: 11 )

As the refugees wake up, stirred by the sound of food, they all seem momentarily disoriented. As everyone gets breakfast, Shiazala makes her way over to Vishal.

Vishal:

 Taran

Judging by how far you made it yesterday, you won't make it to Shalquar today. You will, however, be able to cross the Adaran border.

Juhaan

Waking up, he stretches his muscles while shaking the sleepiness and yawning slightly.

He casually glances at everyone trying to determine if they slept well or if they show any strange signs be fore saying "We're still a long way from our destination. I haven't been around here much but I guess we could try to reach the Adaran border by the end of day, if everything goes well"

Taran awkwardly smiles back at the Esteemed Vishal as the Kalashtar assists with preparing the morning meal. And while they are eating, he turns to Miss River "Th-that was v-very pretty, M-Miss River... the song... from earlier"

"An-And Mister J-Juhaan is right... w-we sh-should c-cross the border before w-we make camp t-tonight." He looks up at the mountains, adjusting his mental map of the area and preparing the best path forward to get them over the border quickly while not giving away the location of Shalquar. "Af-after that... maybe another day or two until we r-reach the monastery? We-um, we want to m-make sure we are taking the long way, just in c-case, you know, we're b-being followed. Not that I think Mister Druhdaar isn't doing an excellent job c-covering our tracks. But, well, we sh-should be extra careful. Just in case."

Taran quickly gulps down the last of his stew, and begins wiping it down for storage. "W-we sh-should l-leave soon, right Esteemed Vishal? That way, well, um, we might reach a g-good spot f-for a midday break, c-close to the border. Right?"

Vishal:

 "Yes. Let's clean up and head out. The closer to the border we get the safer we will be." Vishal says, agreeing with Taran and giving him a smile. 

Vishal:

Shiazala smiles and runs back over to Sulaan.

Vishal smiles as he looks down at the little gift. Adjusting it so it doesn't accidenally fall off his mood seems a little brighter. "All right folks. If you're ready lets go. I think me and River can teach you a nice little hiking song as we go." 

After making sure everyone is ready to go, Taran will head off, scouting the foothills on their way to Adar to make sure the way is clear.

As he silently moves through the landscape, he will occasionally glance down at the grass braid that Shiazala gifted him and wonder what Sim will say when she hears the story.

(OOC: Do you want some stealth and perception for flavor DM or will you take the passives?)

OOC: I'll be taking passive stealths and passive perception unless you're actively looking for threats, in which case you may roll.

River:

(Can't do spoilers on mobile >.<)

Rivers coos and cocks her head confusedly.

River:

River holds her wrist out, talons curled to show that she doesn't mean any harm.

River:

Shiazala beams and turns, returning to where most of the refugees are walking together.

River cocks her head and looks at her wrist for several moments, confused.