With surprise to have heard Saerirras voice over the roaring wind Rosri opens his eyes to see where she’s at. And with regret and panic he closes them again and yell “Gaahh! Why would you do that!” And when he is a little bit calmer he’ll continue “Thank you for your concern but I’ll keep my eye shut untill we land.”  

Casting Message once more.

"My apologies, Rosri. I did not mean to make you feel worse. Just know you are in good hands."

Rosri’s silence isn’t because he is rude, but because he concentrate on not falling.  

Edeleth looks for something interesting that might tempt Rosri into trying to keep his eyes open, but all he sees below are rocks, and the sharp tips of pine trees, and occasional packs of roaming wolves, and the frozen surfaces of lakes. As much as he enjoys these sights himself, he doubts they would be to Rosri's taste.

"I wager you've never been this close to the clouds before, have you?" he says. "They are stunningly beautiful in the light of the rising sun. Maybe if you only look up, and not down, you would find this trip more relaxing."

Casting Message to Edeleth.

"I fear I only made things worse with my attempt to relax Rosri."

Edeleth replies: Don't concern yourself, he is like this quite often. But he is not as much a coward as he thinks he is. He always pulls himself together when there is a battle or an actual emergency.

Except, perhaps, for that time Grunda had to carry him out of the erupting volcano, Edeleth remembers. But that was some time and many battles ago, before the little rogue had found his feet.

Casting Message once again to Edeleth.

"I never once thought him a coward. Everyone has something they fear, something which unnerved them. And I never expected everyone to enjoy flying as much as I do."

Saerirra had been enjoying the flight, despite the reason for it. She had hoped to ease Rosri's nervousness, and had actively avoided directly influencing him with magic, as that would have only made things worse in the long run, as well as possibly cause the group to hate her. But she could not stop herself from doing something, as it is her nature to care for others and make sure they are well. With her attempt at soothing Rosri utterly failing, she then chose to remain silent and leave it to Edeleth, as he knows Rosri better.

 Rosri tilt his head back and look up at the clouds. It is beautiful. The clouds look golden in the light from the rising sun. And for a moment it is not so scary anymore, then in the corner of his eyes he see a movement and look over at it. It is a raven flying by and then the rest of the world come rushing in. The trees, mountains and rivers start to spin in his head and he quickly shuts his eyes and take a new grip around Edeleth chest. 

"No, don't do that." Elixisys exclaims as Chernobog dives after the raven. "You don't even need to eat, leave the poor bird alone. No I'm not going to eat it, we have food along.... No Saerirra isn't going to want it either.... Well that's just a terrible thing to say. She's dragonborn, not lizardfolk….. No they're not the same.... Just for that I think I might send you in for a more close up scout of the keep, maybe close enough to let a few arrows come at you... Oy. Language..... You know what." He snaps his fingers and the bird disappears right before it was about to strike the raven. "Stupid celestial bird." 

He raises his voice to call to the others. "If we need a scout let me know and I'll bring Chernobog back. For right now he's having a timeout." 

"Probably a wise decision," says Edeleth. "Don't ever tell him, but I rather enjoy his antics."

Saerirra gave a nod to Elixisys, briefly wondering why Chernobog was cast away for this "time out", but then her thoughts wandered to having her own familiar. What form it would have. She had not studied on that particular magic as the opportunity had yet to present itself. She also found it fascinating that so much has already happened just on the flight, let alone their destination. She also looked forward to meeting Sir Pebbles.

OOC: I am still here. Just had a really overwhelming week where I really haven't had time to post anything more than a few words at a time. Also a lot of restructuring happening in the Campaign, with a lot of rewrites. Bare with me, we will be moving forward soon

Ooc: no worries Old one, we have a side thing going on in the meantime 😎

((Good to know you're still with us, High Lord of Talaveroth!))

OOC: Astalda, you always keep this Gig alive even when I'm not able to post for days. I love it. That's how Hobs and Gobs became the new National Sport. And I really wanna hear about Edeleth and Rosri turning the Wagon into a Batmobile, that sounds hilarious 😂😂😂

As for the Easter Special, that could be awesome.

Yes, at this point, every Character in this Team has (or is worthy of having) their own Comic book series, with crossovers and standalone episodes. I really dig that. It has reached a great level of complexity, and despite losing quite a few Players along the road, the remaining "OGs" (you guys) have really shaped the World in many ways, and kept it very much alive and kicking, even starting campaigns of your own. For that, I bless you all lol. On the flip side, it does make it tricky to get everyone rolling together on the same adventure. But we are finally there!

After many preparations, the Knights of the Hanging Chicken finally saddle up, and ride into the Sunset, leading the 50 Giant Eagles of the 15th Squadron, carrying Shorgreg and half of the "Dogs" that they picked up on the way. The Dwarves are obviously NOT enjoying air travel, but they power through it like the soldiers that they are.

https://youtu.be/cVq4zJ1WbaQ

After a few hours of flight, they find Hunar Shatterstone's encampment, located by the Grey Valley.

As They land and dismount, they are formally saluted by the Shatterstone Company, and taken to the General's tent, where Hunar Shatterstone greats them. This time, with a lot more respect. In a corner of his tent, Gaston lies on a bed, surrounded by combat medics. He is covered in bruises and blood.

The medics are struggling to keep him from moving, but as soon as the Characters enter the Tent, he rises from the bed, shoving them aside.

"We found it! We bloody found it! But there's more than Kobolds and Dragonborn down there...this Fey Secret Agent popped out of nowhere while I was running recon. Said his name was Zathka something...some hard-to-pronounce Fey name...anyway, after swapping Intel, we decided to go down there together.... we got to map out a decent portiont of the Lair (Gaston points at a crumpled up, dirty piece of paper layed out on the General's tactical table) but it just keeps going forever...and then, HE found us...this Direwolf, clad in an armor identical to Pebble's....he...he took Zathka, and left me for dead.....truth is, I don't even know if that poor bastard's still alive....and how I'm even still alive...that....thing....is...(he shudders) incredibly strong, and ferocious. It's definitely NOT Pebbles, I can tell you for sure!"

Uther steps forward to take a closer look at the map, after listening to the general recall what happened. He points out "Zathkataliendim, we have encounter this Fey but he mysteriously disappeared. I have a feeling that he will be able to handle himself." He walks back closer to the group “If this Sir Pebbles lookalike is as strong as you say he is, we must take care but we also must move forward. Is there only one path into the lair and did you see any sings of Sir Pebbles ? " 

"You've met Zathka as well? My, he does seem to get around," says Edeleth. "Well, we will have to see if we can rescue him as well. Worrying news, if the lair is as large as Gaston says, though.  I had imagined it was just a castle and could be quickly destroyed. Captain Shatterstone, do you still have that black powder we found, and is it here in the camp?"

Saerirra rushes over to Gaston and the medics.

"Is there anything I can do? I do have healing magic if you feel it is necessary."

The holy symbol of Meryn hanging freely from her neck.

Rosri doesn’t get off the eagle until he feels it land. He then kneels on the ground and kiss it. “Sweet earth! May I never leave you again!”

When he has gathered his bearings he looks over at Gaston. “We believe that the enemy confiscated the magical sweater pebbles was wearing and gave it to that direwolf. We need to defeat him if we want to give Sir Pebbels back his wits.” He then join Uther by the map. 

"Well, good to know the crazy Fey is still alive, though I'm sure he would prefer to be in better accommodations." Elixisys also moves to look at the map. "Any idea where the cells are?"