Zorn looks to the approaching creatures but gives a sigh, weather of relief or frustration it is hard to tell. He moves to the second mount and mounts it with his other companion. "Very well, let us be off." he states, though the worried look he gives over a shoulder might be telling, as he glances nervously at the oncoming things.
Komos looks to Zorn and Skarro as they prepare to mount their new dragon-dog steeds, and says, "Quite nice of the Goddess eh? I'm sure you were tired of walking." He then thinks for a second and says, half to himself, not really expecting an answer, "Why did we bring only two dogs if there are four of us anyway?" He then shrugs and climbs up to his dog, getting situated and readying his gear, ready to head out.
(Sorry for delay. Actually wasn't feeling well for the past few days)
The kobolds mount the Dragon-dogs and ride out of Neverwinter. This was the same gate they had used when they came to town, before all this madness started. The corruption is evident as they ride out. Thick fog and large spiky brambles made of stone cover each side of the wide road, making it impossible to stray from it. After heading down the road the fog clears up a bit but not completely. The brambles get thinner until they disappear, revealing forests on either side of the road. The trees look both alive and dead at the same time; they look dry and washed of the green yet they are full with brownish leaves that have the same look to them as healthy young ones. There are strange vines on the ground that come from deeper in the forest of brown. There are the occasional pillar and archway. Sometimes, they see what looks like floating platforms of stone high in the sky. They can no longer see the city walls behind them and the mist obscures the road ahead beyond 120ft. The whole place has a strange, feeling of severe wrongness.
Skarro shows no signs of curiosity about the forest, and continues along the road, determined to obey his god's command. His knuckles show white as he grips the reins, but his expression is resolute, and his eyes remain focused on the road ahead.
It is only when he sees the floating platforms that he hesitates, pulling on the reins of his mount and taking the time to study one more closely.
The floating platforms in the sky seem different than the types levitated by magic. Instead it seems like it is the "Roof" of some place. Perhaps its one of the more "obvious" signs that this part of the material plane is slowly fusing into The Eternal City.
Skarro scowls at the errant architecture, but presses on down the road, keeping a wary eye on their surrounds.
As he rides, he allows his mind to wander over the changes in recent times: He always knew he had a destiny, but being summoned by the Grand Shaman herself was a surprise, and now meeting the Great Dragon! He sits straight in the saddle and glances at his companions, teeth bared and eyes narrowed. He would not fail them.
"And then there was the time I had to lift a dragon-sized boulder off of the clan chief." Zorn is telling his riding companion as they ride along this strange forest road. He is unaware of most of what is going on in the changes to the world, as he has been telling his companion, on the second mount, stories of his bravery and strength. Everyone has heard his stories many times by now, and would be aware that the stories seem to change from telling to telling. Last time he told about lifting the dragon-sized boulder it had been off of his own brother.
The kobolds keep following the road well walked dirt road that normally leads to Phandalin. Sometimes they pass over patches of road covered in mud and grass and other times, they pass over roads of stone and wood. The wooden parts of the road, like the floating bits of ceiling in the sky, are not something that someone built but rather, parts of the Eternal City melting into our reality. The forest on either side grows thicker the further you travel. The trees still have that faded, washed out look to them. The arches and pillars have stopped appearing now. Instead you see occasional rocks covered in strange green bulbs of flowers. Some of the green bulbs open up to reveal eyes that watch the Kobolds as they pass.
(( Do we have any sense of how long/far we have to go to the half-way point the dragin mentioned? Or how long until we need to find shelter for day ( I assume we travel at night?) ? ))
((Since there is no change in lighting, it's hard to tell when it's day and when it's night. It is currently a bit dark. So you don't know how long until you need to find shelter. Usually when you feel tired is a good time. As for the first question, you've been traveling for about an hour. You don't know how far it is to the half way point but it can be assumed that you would see Tiamat waiting for you when you get there.))
Skarro shows no sign of any interest in the changing foliage until the eyes start to appear.
He is not comfortable with them watching him, following his every movement down the road, and walks over to one. "What are you staring at?" Realizing the futility of expecting a plant with an eye to speak, he instead examines it more closely, poking the stalk with the flat of his sword. "Look somewhere else!" he says angrily.
Coming off as fairly unimpressed and a little as if he has had to deal with this sort of thing, so it is nothing new to him, Zorn rides the second dragon-mount. One hand stays fairly close to his belt though, a bit of a give-away that he is somewhat out of sorts.
"Did you guys see those plants looking at us?" He mentions, off-handed, after a bit. "Just wanted to make sure you all saw them, in case you missed them." He explains with a shrug.
Skarro pokes the eye stalk plants with the flat of his sword. The Plant quickly closes its eyes as a form of protection. It feels strange. The stalks feel like its heavily calloused flesh covered with hard mud that's been settling in layers for ages. It doesn't feel very plant like. Suddenly the vine on which the eye was retracts and moves into the forest at insane speeds, as if someone yanked the vine from somewhere deep in the forest. It's gone now.
Skarro stares at it as at flees, then gingerly climbs back on his mount and gently urges it onward. Though the mounts are gift from his goddess, he finds them as unsettling as everything else in this strange world.
He takes a final glance in the direction that the vie fled. "Wonder what they taste like" he says as his stomach rumbles.
Zorn glances in the direction the vine went but shrugs. "Don't scare it off next time and we can find out." He suggests. He looks ahead as they continue onward.
"It seems words become seeds."Komos adds seeing it disappear only a moment after his worry of them being able to communicate. He then turns the steed onward and continues on.
Zorn looks to the approaching creatures but gives a sigh, weather of relief or frustration it is hard to tell. He moves to the second mount and mounts it with his other companion. "Very well, let us be off." he states, though the worried look he gives over a shoulder might be telling, as he glances nervously at the oncoming things.
Komos looks to Zorn and Skarro as they prepare to mount their new dragon-dog steeds, and says, "Quite nice of the Goddess eh? I'm sure you were tired of walking." He then thinks for a second and says, half to himself, not really expecting an answer, "Why did we bring only two dogs if there are four of us anyway?" He then shrugs and climbs up to his dog, getting situated and readying his gear, ready to head out.
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(Sorry for delay. Actually wasn't feeling well for the past few days)
The kobolds mount the Dragon-dogs and ride out of Neverwinter. This was the same gate they had used when they came to town, before all this madness started. The corruption is evident as they ride out. Thick fog and large spiky brambles made of stone cover each side of the wide road, making it impossible to stray from it. After heading down the road the fog clears up a bit but not completely. The brambles get thinner until they disappear, revealing forests on either side of the road. The trees look both alive and dead at the same time; they look dry and washed of the green yet they are full with brownish leaves that have the same look to them as healthy young ones. There are strange vines on the ground that come from deeper in the forest of brown. There are the occasional pillar and archway. Sometimes, they see what looks like floating platforms of stone high in the sky. They can no longer see the city walls behind them and the mist obscures the road ahead beyond 120ft. The whole place has a strange, feeling of severe wrongness.
What do you do? Do you keep moving.
Skarro shows no signs of curiosity about the forest, and continues along the road, determined to obey his god's command. His knuckles show white as he grips the reins, but his expression is resolute, and his eyes remain focused on the road ahead.
It is only when he sees the floating platforms that he hesitates, pulling on the reins of his mount and taking the time to study one more closely.
Perception: 14, disadvantage if bright sun 16
The floating platforms in the sky seem different than the types levitated by magic. Instead it seems like it is the "Roof" of some place. Perhaps its one of the more "obvious" signs that this part of the material plane is slowly fusing into The Eternal City.
(( Do they look like they might be climbable, say from the back of a dragon-dog? ))
No because the platforms are high up in the sky and is not connected to anything on the ground.
Skarro scowls at the errant architecture, but presses on down the road, keeping a wary eye on their surrounds.
As he rides, he allows his mind to wander over the changes in recent times: He always knew he had a destiny, but being summoned by the Grand Shaman herself was a surprise, and now meeting the Great Dragon! He sits straight in the saddle and glances at his companions, teeth bared and eyes narrowed. He would not fail them.
"And then there was the time I had to lift a dragon-sized boulder off of the clan chief." Zorn is telling his riding companion as they ride along this strange forest road. He is unaware of most of what is going on in the changes to the world, as he has been telling his companion, on the second mount, stories of his bravery and strength. Everyone has heard his stories many times by now, and would be aware that the stories seem to change from telling to telling. Last time he told about lifting the dragon-sized boulder it had been off of his own brother.
((Sorry for the delay. ))
The kobolds keep following the road well walked dirt road that normally leads to Phandalin. Sometimes they pass over patches of road covered in mud and grass and other times, they pass over roads of stone and wood. The wooden parts of the road, like the floating bits of ceiling in the sky, are not something that someone built but rather, parts of the Eternal City melting into our reality. The forest on either side grows thicker the further you travel. The trees still have that faded, washed out look to them. The arches and pillars have stopped appearing now. Instead you see occasional rocks covered in strange green bulbs of flowers. Some of the green bulbs open up to reveal eyes that watch the Kobolds as they pass.
(( Do we have any sense of how long/far we have to go to the half-way point the dragin mentioned? Or how long until we need to find shelter for day ( I assume we travel at night?) ? ))
((Since there is no change in lighting, it's hard to tell when it's day and when it's night. It is currently a bit dark. So you don't know how long until you need to find shelter. Usually when you feel tired is a good time. As for the first question, you've been traveling for about an hour. You don't know how far it is to the half way point but it can be assumed that you would see Tiamat waiting for you when you get there.))
Skarro shows no sign of any interest in the changing foliage until the eyes start to appear.
He is not comfortable with them watching him, following his every movement down the road, and walks over to one. "What are you staring at?" Realizing the futility of expecting a plant with an eye to speak, he instead examines it more closely, poking the stalk with the flat of his sword. "Look somewhere else!" he says angrily.
Zorn works at looking unimpressed with the strange terrain they are moving across.
Deception: 17
Coming off as fairly unimpressed and a little as if he has had to deal with this sort of thing, so it is nothing new to him, Zorn rides the second dragon-mount. One hand stays fairly close to his belt though, a bit of a give-away that he is somewhat out of sorts.
"Did you guys see those plants looking at us?" He mentions, off-handed, after a bit. "Just wanted to make sure you all saw them, in case you missed them." He explains with a shrug.
"Who do you think they are watching for?" Komos asks as they ride. "Let us only hope they cannot communicate over distance to their masters."
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Skarro pokes the eye stalk plants with the flat of his sword. The Plant quickly closes its eyes as a form of protection. It feels strange. The stalks feel like its heavily calloused flesh covered with hard mud that's been settling in layers for ages. It doesn't feel very plant like. Suddenly the vine on which the eye was retracts and moves into the forest at insane speeds, as if someone yanked the vine from somewhere deep in the forest. It's gone now.
Skarro stares at it as at flees, then gingerly climbs back on his mount and gently urges it onward. Though the mounts are gift from his goddess, he finds them as unsettling as everything else in this strange world.
He takes a final glance in the direction that the vie fled. "Wonder what they taste like" he says as his stomach rumbles.
Zorn glances in the direction the vine went but shrugs. "Don't scare it off next time and we can find out." He suggests. He looks ahead as they continue onward.
"It seems words become seeds." Komos adds seeing it disappear only a moment after his worry of them being able to communicate. He then turns the steed onward and continues on.
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