PbP Chapter 2: Into The Shroud of Nightmares

[Caedrus]

PbP thread. We left off with you all in the twisted canyons before Kennrun just inside the Dead Grey Mist, having noticed the lone damaged warforged feathered with a pair of arrows.

Post format should include dialogue in quotes and OOC at the bottom of the post.

Khale does something. "I say something." He says.

(OOC: I do something.)

Like that.

I think I explained just about everything else rather completely in the chatroom on Tuesday's session. Carry on.

[Trojan Hamster]

Jarot plops down on one of the flatter rocks by the canyon wall, and after a long sigh begins pulling vials out of his coat and laying them down next to him one by one. His belt hadn't worked, and with the adrenaline from before having long fled from his body he was now completely exhausted, but the part that worried him was the pain. Normally pain reminded him he was alive, an extra scar here and there were poignant landmarks in his tumultuous life, but this pain was different, cold, dead, just like the air and just like this place.

“Rishaan,” Jarot called out dully, staring at the warforged instead of her, “Take a look through these and see which if any are useful, you'll probably want to check over the rest of what we salvaged as well... if we're going to get out of here we need to know what we have at our disposal.”

[hiryuu]

Rishaan stuffs her hands in her jacket pockets.

"I can't tell you what anything does, and I'm fairly certain if I tried to seek out the magic in a place like this, I'd literally break my mind even more than it already is," she shakes her head, "as far as the 'forged goes, I'm not a trained smith, but I can poke around."

She looks to the horizon, straining to see something, anything other than death.

"I still vote we try to find our way out. Humans need human contact, and if our group stays this small for too long alone out here, nature will take its course and we'll either slay one another in the stifling quiet or things are going to get very difficult if we can't heal anything."

[Trojan Hamster]

Jarot shrugged and collected the items before depositing them back into his coat and muttering, “You’d think they’d label the blasted things.”

“Escape from this place is our goal, but with Kenrunn and that ‘thing’ behind us our only option is forward for the moment,” he stares over his shoulder at the mists they had finally escaped from.

Yanking one of the arrows from the warforged without any particular concern for its well being, he then starts etching out a plan on the ground, “We can either follow this canyon deeper into Cyre, and try for one of the other nations, or we can follow this mist north, assuming we can actually get all four of us up these walls.”

With a dubious stare at the unforgiving stone Jarot continues, “…and we can cross into Breland where there aren’t any forts full of skittish soldiers who would happily put a bolt in Khale or me, it’s not terrain I’d try to take an army over, but we might be able to navigate it.”

[darthvayne]

"There are a few options ahead of us, none of them particularly better than the others." Khale pauses looking at the gray barren wasteland his homeland has become.

"There is always north, passing by Vathirond and into Breland, where I doubt we'll find any hospitality better than that which we have already been shown. Or continue north until we reach Scions Sound and hope that we find a boat of some sort. We go east towards lake Cyre and along it's north shore into the Talenta plains. Or..." he hesitates not even wanting to present the last option.

"Southwest and through Darguun, I don't relish the idea of traveling through the lands of those d**nable Hobgoblins, but it may get us out this accursed place the quickest."

[Psycho Cuten]

Sophia groaned quietly from the bruises on her body, the pain had not dulled with Khale's magic, nor the passing of a few hours. Not to mention the soreness of her scalp, her hair was still braided tightly, and her breasts bound beneath her armor for what was most likely a full day's time. Having not seen the sun's arch over the sky in many hours, she could not tell, but ached all the same. She put it out of her mind, glad to have a goal to focus on instead. Slowly, she sat herself down cross-legged on the soft dirt, placing the dwarf's magic bag beside her, looking down at the plan her childhood friend had drawn out.

Looking up over the face of the cliff to gauge the distance, Sophia spoke up, “I think Sky could get to the top, and he can more than carry me. Two people at least.” As she said these words, a tiny white-yellowish translucent canary appeared from thin air, fluttered about, and then landed on her shoulder to chirp triumphantly, as if to brag. To this, Sophia smiled weakly, remembering simpler times.

[Trojan Hamster]

With a smirk at the tiny bird Jarot scribbled aimlessly in the dirt for a moment before finally responding to his brother’s options.

“When none of your options are good you go with the closest, the fastest and the easiest,” Jarot gives the ground a final jab, leaving the arrow stuck there, “We’re already next to Breland, we just need to find a way in that doesn’t involve Brelish troops or trying to get past what I can only assume is some remnant of the Pride.”

His cold green eyes survey the canyon walls once more, “If Sophie gets us up top, we don’t need to go as far as Vathirond. Crossing these mists won’t be much easier there than in the mountains, and from what we’ve already seen I’d much rather go through where there haven’t been any recent battles than where there have.”

“We should get some rest, and see what supplies we can scrounge up around here, these were armies at one point, and there should be a wagon or two if we’re lucky, or at the very least a few well prepared soldiers who don’t need their rations anymore.”

With that Jarot gets up and takes a whiff of the air, searching the remnants of the army for any signs of food or water.

[hiryuu]

"I'm glad we're at least working on a plan here. If wounds don't heal, I'd hate to think about all the cuts and scrapes you get walking across, say, a battlefield, or the microtears we receive just by walking, talking, and breathing."