The priest turns to Shere and says, "We are trying to get to the Swamp of Sorrows. As for our guide, well, he kind of took a tumble and landed in a pit, filled with spikes, covered in poison. We tried to help him, but he was too far gone."

Shere "That is most unforrtunant." He thinks goblins again and turns to River "The swamp, is this nearr?"  

River tells the other group "You will still need to travel about 3 to 4 days to the southwest to get to the Swamps of Sorrow. It it a dangerous trip to get there, and even more dangerous to get back."

He gives a questioning look at the group.

Then he says to River "We'rre going to the Swamps of Sorrow, Si?" and he points in the right direction "And its thataway"  Shere shakes his head "I guess you can grroup up with us If its ok with my frriends"

He looks the people over "Do you have enough insect repellent? Do you need some?"

ooc: I rolled a 16 insight, in the game log.

Fujin stops zoning out after the dome drops and the Chultan weather acts up a bit and starts raining on him. "Ahg! Aie, wot happn'd?!" He pauses once he realizes his surroundings, and then chimes back up once he hears the priest mention Helm. "Oh aie! Somma me best friends from back at the Ironstar mountains were followers of 'ol Helm! Good to see some friendly faces, eh?" He moves over and plops himself down next to the priest and starts warming his food by fireside with a quick-to-trust attitude.

Insight on River: 9

Three looks just as confused at Shere. By all accounts, she should've remained so even after any explanation might be given, but instead softly gasped and murmured, "That's it. They got turned around too." She grinned and nodded and looked just as proud as she felt inside. "Wait a tick-...!" She started looking about. "Where's Riverz?" She asked. Though almost as soon as the words left her mouth, she held up a finger to the Tabaxi and said, "Not you. My Riverz. I could've sworn he was in the dome with the most of ya."

Insight on River: 9

Rivon doesn't break cover yet.  He's not at all sure who to believe and he's sitting tight until he knows who, if anyone, to shoot.

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He gives a questioning look at the group.

Then he says to River "We'rre going to the Swamps of Sorrow, Si?" and he points in the right direction "And its thataway"  Shere shakes his head "I guess you can grroup up with us If its ok with my frriends"

He looks the people over "Do you have enough insect repellent? Do you need some?"

 

ooc: I rolled a 16 insight, in the game log.

 OOC: Insight check on who?

River

Shere watches River intently as he asks if they aren't also going to the Swamps of Sorrow and correcting River's directions. River looks around the camp sight for a few moments and says, "Ah, you're right. Must've gotten turned around. Maybe they have a curse on them that's making them lost, and now it's starting to affect us?"

Arcana to see if that would make any sense: 6

Fujin shrugs confidently "Aie, makes perfect sense to me. Lots'a strange things going on in these woods, least of which being contractin' some sort of damned curse. Hopefully it's not contagious or anythin' like that, I don't want our guides to be catchin' that wretched ailment."

Shere looks dismissively "You know, the old saying Moss grrows on the norrth side of stone, and the sun rrises in the east and sets in the west. I learrnt that from my fatherr herre" he shrugs 

"Its common knowledge that even, the best trrained scout can get lost in the jungles herre, temporrarly. So no-one is to blame. Lead on please." 

Despite knowing full well that her efforts would be a futile one, Three had busily been looking about the campsite for any signs of the halfling rogue. After a time it even seemed to become a sort of game to her as she'd shift to whispering to various bits of brush, "Come out, come out, whereever you are Mr. Riverz~" But for all of her apparent amusement, overhearing Shere mention 'lead on' has her stopping long enough to regard the rest with a mixture of confusion and excitement on her face. "We're ready to go? Schweet~ Let's get going!"

Rivon pops up from the grass 5 feet in front of Three, bow at the ready and falls into line without saying a word.

River makes eye contact with Rivon and once established, makes some hand gestures to him. He then says, "Well, guess I'll start scouting ahead. Y'all have fun and don't dally too long, the dinos aren't going to stay in one place all day!"

Shere looks to the others "We need a map"

As they begin to move out, Rivon discretely catches the eyes of each of his companions with a meaningful look.  While they haven't been together for too long, he hopes they are quick on the uptake.  He knows that Three, at least, will catch his meaning.

Rivon makes an Insight Check 12 vs. the mage's Deception.

"Shere, did I tell you that I bought this beauty at Shades and Shadows?"  Rivon shows Shere his bow, but has no arrow drawn.  A moment later he draws the string, an arrow appears on the bow and he fires it directly at the mage.  "Take them, NOW!"

Sharpshooter Bow of the Blindside + Sneak Attack
Attack: 17 - Magical Piercing Damage: 35

He then dives for cover as he prepares for his next shot.

Stealth (to not be seen): 29

 (OOC Gah, pasted the wrong attack in there.  That was with advantage from surprise attack.  Here's the advantage to hit roll:  Attack: 17 )

9 Shere is surprised "What do you mean?" He reaches for his rapier.

"I could'a sworn had a map, maybe? But like, there weren't a whole lotta details or some such?" Three replied, before letting out a soft gasp and a quiet, "Oh there's Mr. Riverz", in finally spotting the halfling. After that she was happy to be on the move again with the group, humming a pleased tune to herself.

Unfortunately, the meaningful look from Rivon is... sorta met with a blank one of confusion in return, regardless of any added motions to emphasize the unspoken words. She at least drew out Tom, if only to use him more as a walking stick than anything.  But having been around each other for quite some time at this point, the halfling would know that no added effort would be necessary. For the moment the call goes out Three unhesitatingly let out an "Okay dokey!" while reorienting her grip to swing at the nearest non-Party member in range. After that came out the axe as her carapace began to part and ripple in places from the beginnings of a transformation.

(OOC: Holding off on any rolls just in case there's more to ntoe from DM side.)

Fujin spots the glance from Rivon and knows the meaning of the look very well seeing as he's been in the adventuring business for many moons now. The expression of confusion on his face is not that of confusion, but of questioning what the point of attacking is. Regardless, Fujin knows sitting out a fight does no good. Crush skulls first, ask questions later.

The Dwarf rushes the other group as soon as Rivon's ethereal arrow flares into existence, nocking itself in the halfling's empty bowstring. His eyeline follows the arrow as it whizzes past his shoulder and he takes a heaving bound towards the creature it hits, bringing Faithbreaker down upon them.

Warhammer Attack (Multi-attack)
To Hit: 16 Non-lethal
Non-lethal Bludgeoning Damage: 14
To Hit: 24
Non-lethal Bludgeoning Damage: 10

(If the first manages to kill, the second is aimed at the nearest tribal warrior)