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Old Jan 27th, 2013, 05:13 PM
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Eljin unceremouniously drops Maxwell's unconscious form on the ground more or less where he found him, but making sure not to have him land directly on any rocks or anything.
"Alright, as the girl is hungry I guess it makes sence to eat first, I can watch over the others while you hunt? Or we can reverse the roles. Looking to the Ranger.
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Old Jan 28th, 2013, 07:21 PM
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Maxwell"Umphff!" As my eyes snap open, all I can see are horizontal streaks of green, but the first thought that goes thru my head is, Did I just make a noise like I'd been hit in the chest? Feels like I've been hit in my chest. And my head. And my legs. owww. Jfyord said it would be unpleasant. He was right.

After a moments pause, I realize I'm laying in tall grass. I hear Eljin's voice and it prompts me to get to my feet, as I never want to appear weak to anyone, but particularly not to my friends. We were all that is left of our small company in the Fyrist rebelliion.

"That wasn't teleportation." I mutter to myself, "Not that I can cast teleportation, but I've read about it... and that wasn't teleportation. That was like getting sucked through a straw and spat out onto a stone floor."

Looking around at the scenery, I continue my muttering, "I'd say planar travel, but everything looks fairly material. Not that I can cast planar travel, but I've read about it... and this doesn't seem like planar travel."

There's something wrong with our shadows. They don't look quite right, I blink my eyes a couple of times, but that doesn't help, so I look up to see that there are three suns in the sky. I say aloud to the group, "Wherever we are, we're a long way from home."

My wits gathered, I recall that Eljin and Sparrow had been talking of eating. "I have field rations to last the four of us for two days." As I squat to roll my cloak and jacket into a bundle to secure to my pack, "It might be best to eat now, regain our strength from the frozen camp, and give Sparrow's falcon a little time to reconnoiter the surrounding area. Maybe get a better idea of what is causing that smoke over there", I look up from tying off the bundle toward Balbanes, "and spot some game for our new ranger friend here."

Standing to scan the area I mutter, "I'm not entirely comfortable standing in a field of hip-deep grass, with an unidentified source of smoke nearby."
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Sparrow stifled a small snort of laughter as she heard Maxwells body hit the ground, waking him up. Funny how he was the only one to pass out from passing through the aperture they all went through. While Maxwell started to mumble randomness about teleportation and planer travel she turned to Eljin "Well we can hunt, or use what rations we have left, but my hint was more towards heading to the possible civilization." she stopped a moment, her head tilting towards maxwell for a moment, agreeing with his last statement. "Now that I think of it though we should probably head towards a treeline or some cover, eat and get back some of our energy. I'll have Rorek scout the area and see what he can find so we don't go getting ourselves into trouble...again." When she gave Rorek the command to scout he let out a screech and flew off, quickly disappearing in the distance as he headed in the direction of the smoke. Without the falcon nearby she was blind to her surroundings once more.

Turning away from her companions she took a few steps through the deep grass, getting a feel for the ground around her. She had gotten used to the small dirt yard they had been confined to, knew where the holes, the rocks and other such obstacles were. Stopping a moment she turned her head in their direction "coming?" she asked before walking again.
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Balbanes nods to Maxwell, "I couldn't agree more. The longer we stay out in the open, the greater the chance is that we're spotted." But by what? That's an even better question. The ranger raises himself and scans over the tall grass, then peers intently towards the rising column of smoke. He turns, quickly catching her with long, willowy strides. He quietly suggests, "I say we march before we eat. If we can get an hour or so away from that smoke, we can safely make our own fire and eat a warm meal. Not to mention it will give me a chance to get a better idea of the lay of the land." He watches the girl move as she passes through the grass, over the knobby earth and jagged stones. Splayed hands, light steps. She's used to moving in the wild, but something is different too. His face becomes placid and calm as he keeps pace, just behind the girl's right shoulder.
Hoping to learn more about his companions, Balbanes presses the girl as the march continues," Your bird... Is it magical? I am a Seeker of the Circle and I have seen similar marks on some of the members of the Circle. They are all savants, geomancers, and druids. Are you... a druid?"
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Images fill your mind and Rorek soars ever higher, streaking towards the source of smoke in the distance. Below the green grass dwindles until it appears to be only a carpet. A small stream cuts its way through the meadow about a quarter of a mile from where you stand and in between you and the smoke. It's crystal clear water foams up here and there as it babbles over projecting stones buried in its shallow waters. There is no sign of trees, however. Save for those near the base of the mountains far off in the distance the meadow remains a vast field of gently blowing grass. Here and there you spot herds of strange animals grazing. They appear to be a cross between a deer and a horse, possessing manes of dark fur on the ridge of their spines. A few of them have strange, twisted horns sprouting out from their foreheads. They pay no heed as Rorek continues along his path over the valley floor.

As he nears the source of the smoke you see that it is the ruins of a small building, which has been burnt to the ground. The earth around it is scarred with the heat of the blaze, but save for a few tongues of flame licking at the last remaining shards of wood, it appears to have consumed all of the fuel available to it. The yard is dirt, the grass having been cleared away and something that resembles a stone well is situated near the smoldering ruins. As Rorek draws near he pulls up and lights upon the beam above the well.

Several bodies lay in various positions, scattered about the yard. Arrow shafts protrude from the torsos like obscene epitaphs. The arms, legs, and heads have been removed and scattered around the area in random locations. The metallic stench of blood is heavy in the air. Having seen enough, Rorek launches himself in the air, but suddenly pauses, floating lightly on an unseen updraft. Something below moves and he adjusts his wings to glide in the general direction. Beyond the yard, the tall grass stirs. At first you think that it must be one of those strange animals from earlier, but as he shifts his head you see to your chagrin that it is in fact a small child, huddled in the thick cover provided by the grass.

Landing lightly, only a few feet from the child, Rorek lets out a few chirps and the figure raises her head, peering out at him through tear filled eyes. Her hair is dirty and tangled, her dress ripped, and snot mixed with mud smears her face. Somehow she still manages a smile, her eyes widening with wonder.

"Well hello there." She says, her voice cracking as she chokes back her tears. "Where did you come from?"

Rorek chirps a few more times and hops towards her. She reaches out tentatively and the falcon allows her to graze his crown with her fingertips. A look of sheer delight lights up her dirty face.

"Are you an angel?"

Rorek chirps and moves away to take flight.

"Please don't leave! I...I'm all alone." Panic fills her voice and tears fill her eyes again as she returns to her huddled position.

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Sparrow walked carefully as images filled her mind from Rorek. The first few times this happened it made her quite dizzy, but as the connection between her and Falcon strengthened it became something of the norm. She heard Balbanes long strides to catch up to her as his feet disturbed the ground and his body the grass. Her body sighed long fully at the mention of a warm fire and some hot food, her stomach giving a soft growl at the thought of it. Her foot hit a rock, hidden in the grass and she quickly corrected her footing to step over it. Her head tilted slightly in the direction of him as he now spoke directly to her about Rorek. She gave a small laugh as he threw questions at her unable to help from doing so. "In a Sense he is, but he is most definitely real. He has a soul. As for the rest of what you just said that now has me confused..." she shook her head slightly "No, I am not a druid, I simply have a strong personal connection to nature" She answered simply, enough to satisfy his curiosity but not telling him all her 'secrets'

As she walked she continued to watch what Rorek had to show her, taking note of landmarks, distances and places of interest. The animals drew her attention for a moment. 'curious...' she thought to herself before letting the images fast forward again. She stopped walking all together as the falcon came closer to the smoke enough to see that it was a burned down building now just a smoldering pile. Her hand went to her mouth as she saw the bodies that littered the earth, a small gasp escaping her lips. The scene made her stomach feel queezy and she swayed slightly. "Its A Fire! And A Massacre" she said as Rorek turned to fly away. She paused a moment and watched as he found something, hoping it wasn't anything aggressive that would harm him, though now turned in the direction of the smoke as he found the child. She didn't blame Rorek for wanting to stay at her side. "there's a child still alive" she told them all and without a moments hesitation of danger she started towards the billows of smoke in a sprint, knowing the way. She knew what it felt like to lose everyone, to be alone. If she could help this little girl in any way, she would.
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MaxwellThere's a child still alive, by the time Sparrow's words hit my ears she's already running through the tall grass, toward the smoke. I've seen her like this before. She'll not pause for anything until she reaches that child. "Tell Rorek I am on my way, Sparrow. I will wait for you there." I turn toward the line of smoke, bring my hands up from my sides as though I were pulling something off over my head, "2nd lvl spell: Alter Self.
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I can feel my body change, as I stretch out my hands, launch myself off the ground, and stroke wings through the air like they were oars in the water. I take flight in the form of a Fly:16, Egiant eagle.

It is a long way to go, for me, in this form. If, I could hold these shapes indefinitely, I'd always travel like this. If, I stay too high, for too long... massacre... child... Up 1 for every 3 forward.
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I climb gradually as I strain to go faster. Leveling my flight at 80 feet above the ground, I scan the area below and ahead of me. Strange looking quadrupeds. Impressive horns. I wonder if, we could use them as mounts? As I fly over a stream, I hope Sparrow hears the running water before she steps in it.

Seeing the remains of what was once a family and their home, I am struck by the unabashed brutality it evinces. I've seen battle and I had thought I had seen brutality, but this... this wasn't about greed or avarice. This was evil. I view the area, from a distance, letting my eagle eyes bring the scene to me. I look not just for the girl, but any signs of trail or track that might tell us who did this and where they went.

When I see the girl, with Rorek in her lap, I dive to just above the grasses and fly straight. I adjust my flight to come alongside them, so the girl will not be further terrified by the sight of a giant eagle speeding directly at her. As I get within 30 feet of them, I tilt my wings, bringing my legs forward to brake my flight, and shifting back to my normal form as my foot touches the ground.

I turn to the girl, "Hello!" I remove my hat and bow graciously. Putting my hat back on, "My name is Maxwell D'Mienor and I am at your service, young lady." In a "These aren't the droids you're looking for" fashion.I wave my hand gently in front of me,"1st level spell: Charm PersonDo not be afraid. I am your friend and I am here to help you. I see you've made friends with Rorek. My friends are on their way here, but they need Rorek's help to find us. Rorek, return to Sparrow. She will need your eyes to get here quickly. I'll stay with... my apologies, young lady. I've forgotten my courtesies. I am Maxwell. Please, what is your name?"
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Eljin follows along hearing the conversation and trying to peer ahead so the blind lady and the new guy don't step on any snakes and bite off the kind of trouble that bites back. He mumbles to himself...

"Bird flys out of a tattoo on her arm and he asks if it's magical. No it's not magical just so damned normal there isn't even a word for it."

Hearing of a massacre and a child left behind, and also remembering brutal tactics used by villians in the past he hurries after his companions voicing caution.

"Remember the traps dastardly villians can set, just because it looks like a child dosn't mean that it is one approach with caution blast the lot of you!"
Far more quietly, to himself almost. "I miss my old companions so much sometimes."

Eljin keeps pace initially but falls back as they grow nearer the source of the smoke, he intends to keep to the woods and eye what transpires, if a trap is sprun upon his companions he will spring upon the traplairs in return with bow and with sword.

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Sparrows answers seem honest, though Balbanes finds himself a little disappointed by them. If she had been a member of the Circle itself, it would have an easy connection with at least one of his new companions. Though someone experienced in the ways of the wild is always a welcome companion. The girl and the half-elf seemed friendly enough, but the foreign looking elf was a different story. His eyes were serious and had an almost menacing gleam to them, which was altogether unsettling to the ranger. He had met elves before and they seemed a rather benevolent lot on the whole, but this hulking, muscled elf was always mumbling something under his breath and otherwise seemed fairly stony. He drew his mouth into a thin line as he considered his these new circumstances when Sparrow suddenly jerked and blurted, "Its A Fire! And A Massacre!" The girl pauses for a moment, and Balbanes silently stops just over her shoulder. For a moment, Sparrow looks searchingly at the horizon, then takes off at a sprint, calling, "There's a child still alive!"
Balbanes had not joined the rebellion because he was a coward or a man who preferred to wait, and so without another thought, he gathered himself and sprinted after Sparrow. Beneath his heavy corduroy jacket, he drew his long, thin dirk in his left hand as a precaution, and reached out with his right hand to part the whispering grass in front of him. Despite the knobby and uneven ground, the rangers steps are sure and true and he has little trouble keeping pace with Sparrow.
Before advancing too far, Balbanes turns his head to peer over his shoulder, only to find that Maxwell has vanished and the elf has fallen back, moving low in the grass. Over the hiss of the grass, he calls, "Remember the traps dastardly villains can set, just because it looks like a child doesn't mean that it is one approach with caution blast the lot of you!" He nods to himself. At least it sounds like he's interested in our welfare. Ahead, he speeds, keeping his eyes open for any signs of danger and watching over Sparrow simultaneously. Gods watch over us. He sends the silent prayer to whatever heavens lie above as he flies swiftly towards the massacre.
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The girl peers up at you through bloodshot eyes and smiles broadly. "My name's Rachel! It's nice to meet you Mr. D'Mienor. Can you teach me how to turn into a bird too?" Then she seems to pause and look down at Rorek. "Can he turn in to a person?" Rorek squeaks in a manner that sounds suspiciously like disgust and hops down from her lap before taking flight. She rises to her feet to peer after him as he skirts the tall grass. A look of sadness crosses her features. "Is he going to come back?"

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Sparrow makes her way through the grass at an incredible speed despite her disability until you reach the point where the stream intercepts your path. With the sound of the grass blowing in the wind, the chuckle of the stream cannot be heard and before Balbanes knows it, you are both right on the stream bank. To Balbanesyour horror you see that the stream bed is teeming with hundreds of vicious looking fish. They are scarcely a foot in length, but they posses wicked looking fangs that jut out from their lower jaws and overlap their upper lip. Possibly due to the sound of your feet impacting the ground, they have all swarmed towards the bank closest to where you are and have worked themselves into such a frenzy that the water has turned white with foam. It is quite obvious that should either of you enter the stream, you could suffer serious injury, or perhaps even death depending on the inherent traits of the animals. BalbanesYou have only an instant to decide how to approach the situation as Sparrow hurtles unknowingly towards certain doom and you know that the 40% chance to stop her. Roll in the Smithy before posting.chances are slim.

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Staying concealed in the grasses is no problem, but it makes the going much slower then that of your companions and you soon find yourself separated from them by several yards. All that you can hear is the wind blowing in the grass and occasionally a footfall made by Balbanes or Sparrow as they stumble over an unseen obstacle. It is the solitary nature of your position that adds to your surprise when you break into a small clearing in the grass. The clearing has been made by one of the large animals who has trampled the grass down and now lays in the center of the matted remains. While this may not have been dangerous under normal circumstances, to your dismay you realize that you have stumbled upon a mother and her offspring.

The mother lets out a snort and rises to her feet, her eyes fixed on you as the baby makes a shrill noise and scampers behind her. The mother lowers her head and positions herself between you and the baby. She does not have a horn, but her about eight feet from the ground to the top of her back and must weigh close to four hundred pounds.size is daunting. Additionally you are well aware that there is nothing in nature more ferocious then a mother defending her baby. Your next move could very easily spell the difference between life and death.
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The ranger's eyes fly wide open as he clears last strands of long grass. No. No! Without a moments pause, Balbanes casts his dirk aside, letting it land silently to the ground, and surges ahead hell-bent through the moist sand of the riverbank, lengthening his strides and pushing himself to his very limits. Although his burn and his heart pounds in his chest, he does his best to lend his voice to his struggle. "Spar...Ow!", he struggles, but the young woman seems unable to hear him over the whistling of the wind in her ears and the violent chattering and sputtering emanating from the stream. With sand and detritus flinging wildly from his worn leather boots and his gloved hands reaching madly, Balbanes makes
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Barely able to control himself at breakneck speed, and with the added complexity of the soft, giving sand under his feet, Balbanes only manages to tangle one hand in Sparrow's billowing cloak before his imbalance sends hims sprawling and rolling in the sand. His chest rising and falling quickly, Balbanes lays prone and exhausted as his limbs quake from the effort of the chase. With the suns glaring in his eyes, he angles his head ever so slightly to see if he has indeed succeeded. Weakly, he murmurs, "Sparrow... Are you... okay? You were... heading... right for them."
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Eljin breaks through into the clearing and stops nearly stumbling forward onto his face, blinks once and sums up the situation in typical blunt fashion.

"Oh man, it's going to be one of those days..."


Without making any sudden movements he slowly backs out of the clearing more or less the same way he came in.

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Sparrow heard Maxwell speak to her, hearing his footsteps till they lifted from the ground and now hearing his wings flap in the air taking him higher. She told Rorek to stay where he was till they got there, and to keep an eye out for any possible danger. She heard Eljin speak now and she knew he was right, but she saw the dirt covered girl and the tears she was crying. That was pretty far to go for a trap when no one even knew they were there, and there didn't seem to be any other civilization to close by either. Though she was concentrating on getting to the girl at the moment, she did half hear his last comment, but paid no attention to it. Continuing to run towards the smoke she heard the strange looking animals grazing to the side of her as she passed by.


Rorek looked up as Maxwell made his presence known to the little girl. As he gave him an order he have a slight nod and a chirp, looking to the little girl for a moment. She said her name was Rachel then she seemed to pause and look down at Rorek. "Can he turn in to a person?" Rorek squeaks in a manner that sounds suspiciously like disgust and hops down from her lap before taking flight. He spread his wings and kicked off the ground taking to the air, flying in the direction of where he felt Sparrow at.


Sparrow heard the sounds of the stream get closer as she made it past the grass, now making her way to the shore. Simply thinking it was water she of course was going to just run through it, having never really found much danger in water and if it was deep she knew how to swim well. Hell bent on getting to this little girl she didn't think of the possibility of danger in her path. She heard Balbanes struggle to spit out her name in what sounded like a warning but she only slowed ever so slightly. As Balbanes manages to tangle a hand into her billowing cloak. As he does so, and his imbalance causes him to tumble to the ground, the sudden yank of her cloak practically clothes lines her and knock her off her feet and onto her back. Her back hitting the moist sand with a soft thud, she lays there stunned for a moment, having not expected that. As her chest rose and fell rapidly, though not as fast as balbanes, she stayed where she was, staring up at the sky she couldn't see and hearing him speak now. "Sparrow... Are you... okay? You were... heading... right for them." he said. Sparrow said nothing back as she quickly sat up, feeling thoroughly embarrassed, and as she sat there she could hear the wind in the grass, the sound of his racing heart, and the swarm of fish at the shore of the water in such a frenzy. She sat frozen till she heard Rorek Screech from high above, circling and moving lower, allowing her to see what she had almost ran right into. She gave a small sigh before getting up "Thank You." she said simply to him before noticing stones in the water that she could possibly cross over. She turned to Balbanes and held out a hand to help him up, no so worried about the child anymore, now that Maxwell was there, that she would just leave her companion, who just saved her. She gave a small smile "Thank you." she said again, more sincerely this time
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MaxwellIf this is a trap, remembering Eljin’s warning, it’s a good one. Rachel’s appearance is pitiful and if, she was witness to the events which created the horrific scene I viewed from the air, then she has been wounded in ways that do not show. Rorek trusted her enough to show her kindness, could I do any less? ”Of course I can teach you to become a bird, Miss Rachel. That is if, you’d be willing to study for a long time. It is not a thing that can be done easily, but I’m sure you could do it. For the moment, let’s sit and wait for our friends to find us”, I take a knee before her.

I take her smile and childlike wonder at my entrance to be signs that she has indeed been charmed. That’s good. That will help alleviate the fear and the sorrow. It gives me a little comfort as well, for I know that I will have to ask her difficult questions soon enough. I smile and give a warm laugh, ”No. Rorek cannot become a person. He is a falcon and I think he prefers it that way."

I take the waterskin from my shoulder and offer it to Rachel. The streaks from her dried tears and her bloodshot eyes tell me she’s been under these suns for some time. ”Rorek will return shortly, Rachel. You have my word that if, he doesn’t, we will go and look for him together. Now, please drink, then lay down and nap while we wait. I will be right here.” Hopefully she will comply, as I’d prefer to remain quiet and alert until my friends do get here.
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Unfortunately the creature doesn't seem to be buying "it", at least not in whole. As you begin to back out of the clearing, she snorts and takes a few steps towards you, tossing her head angrily. You freeze in place, and she stops as well, her head down and her giant, rabbit-like ears fully splayed. It appears that any movement on your part will cause her to charge and on the off chance that you were not able to dodge out of the way, she could easily trample you underfoot. You are definitely in a tight spot.

Balbanes and Sparrow

Although you narrowly avoid total disaster, you are still facing a significant obstacle. How to cross the stream. Although it is not exceptionally wide, probably only about thirty feet, it is still well beyond jumping distance. There are, however, several large stones which jut out of the water at different intervals, which would allow you to cross unscathed as long as you were able to navigate them effectively. The clearly carnivorous school of fish makes that prospect all the more difficult of course, as one slip could result in a serious wound(s). In this remote location such an injury could prove to be disastrous and you are well aware of that danger. Unfortunately you do not see any other options available to you. Short of weaving the grass into a bridge, or some other incredibly time consuming and difficult task, the stones seem to be your only If this is the route you choose, make three Dexterity checks, one for each stone, prior to making your post and modify your description accordinglythoroughfare.

Maxwell

Rachel takes the waterskin and guzzles it greedily, her eyes never leaving your face. When she is done she pulls it from her lips gasping for air.

"I'm good at studying." She says. "My mama says that I'm the smartest girl she's ever known." Her features falter and tears well up in her eyes again. "She used to say that anyway...She's dead now." Sobs overtake her and her small body shakes as she weeps. "Why did they have to come here?" She asks you, gasping between breaths. Before you can react she launches herself from the ground and crashes into you, her tiny arms wrapping around your waist as she cries. It is clear that she is far too distraught to even attempt sleep and all that you can do is try to console her until your companions arrive.
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