Seeking Solstice

Coming up from under the wagon, Elyse steps under the raptor engaged with Hazel and thrusts up with her short sword. hopefully keeping the Raptor that was engaged with Elyse on herself.

It hasn't been long, but the raptors are getting tired... being only two now, and with the dissolution of the blurry curtain that was in front of them, they realised what has this turned into.

They were 5 raptors attacking 2 defenders, they thought to be easy prey. Now these 2 see that the other 3 are down, and not 2 but 3 enemies are well armed in front of them, swords swinging fast, and now even arrows flying. Odds aren't on their side anymore! Them both turned around to flee.

@Psybermagi

A nearby small cliff with boulders strewn around it looks to be the best option to provide shelter. At least one side will be guarded and you will have a solid point to press against, should the storm prove dangerous. Elyse scouts ahead for the best route for the wagon, that struggles to cover ground once off the road. After 10 minutes of toil the wagon is parked near to the cliff and you unharness the horse and are working to secure the wagon as best you may.

By now the storm is mere moments away and you feel your fears are being confirmed as sections of the clouds glow with eerie lighting and flashes of green, pink, red, and purple lightning are like nothing you have ever seen before.

Give me any last minute preparations before the storm hits.

With the wagon as safe as you can make it you all hunker down to weather out the storm. Hazel begins muttering a prayer with a ferver a devotion you doubt she held yesterday. July still seems out of sorts from the fight but is aware of the danger. More annoyed at her current weakened state than the storm she wraps a heavy blanket under her cloak and settles herself under the wagon in the place what she deems the least likely to get wet.

And then the storm sweeps over you. The leading winds pull and push the tarp. Then the rain comes pouring down. The wind and water continue to batter the tarp and the flapping of this proves too much and one of the ropes to the cliff is pulled free of the anchor. Jumping up you to grab the rope you are instantly drenched but you manage to grab the rope and pull the corner down. Whether the other ropes were anchored better or the new arrangement, though not ideal for you, the rest of the tarp now seems more stable.

As you shift to resecured the tarp so you no longer need to hold it you glance beyond it's protection and see the most unusual thing. The rain is glowing a blueish green and everything is growing at a ridicules rate. Grass is growing about an inch every couple seconds and as you stare in wonder you see bushes and trees visibly fill out. Shaking yourself out of your stupor you start to pull you head back into the tarp when you see a tree bend over and use a couple of its branches to push itself free of the ground and begins to sidle away on roots that now writhe and twist to pull it . . . wherever it is heading. As you duck you head back under the tarp you notice that where the rain fell on you all your aches and pains are gone, the skin is fresh and supple.

Your experiment prices useful but not as you hoped. The rain striking your hands revitalizes them but any in the cup had no effect. Looking closer you realize the glow to the rain fades almost instantly after the rain touches anything. So a sip of the rain itself or simple lying out in it proves beneficial.

Discovering this you encourage the others to drink the rain and they look at you in bafflement. Hazel moved to do as you ask but July just wiggles under the wagon in her attempt to stay dry.

The wind continues to howl and the rain falls and just as you are about to relax a blinding flash of green light with a thunderous roar as the very sure shakes. Blinking you look around and stare as the hill you have been sheltering against begins to shake and move. The tarp finally can't take any more and snaps free of the cliff and it collapses over you. Struggling free you look around and see the hill is now rearranging itself into a vaguely animalistic form well over a hundred feet long and dozens of feet long and climbing to is 'feet'.

Hazel seems reluctant to leave her wagon but the sight of the shifting land mass heightens her self preservation and soon she and July are gathering up a few supplies and moving away from the creature. All three of you feel full of energy and though the rain is cool it does not sap your strength as you are all now soaked. All about you the plants grow at an incredible rate and the animals you see are acting oddly. None act afraid of your presence or bothered by the storm. Most od of all, they all seem somehow off, though at first you can not think why.

Then you pause to gather up and Hazel grabs the reigns and point back to the horse. Turning you look and it takes a moment for you to realize the horse's neck is growing larger, scales are forming on it's hide, and its tail is also fleshing out and lengthening. July catches up and notices what Hazel is pointing out and draws her weapon, backing off before shouting something about killing the beast before it finishes turning into a monster.