Chapter Five: Bapdis Orjo's Gift of Reconciliation

"Let's try to take care not to release any more of those jinn things, if we can," Domarc says. "We need to be alive to talk to Pafthinel, and he needs to be alive too. I don't think dancing and pictures are going to work to communicate with the dead."

I'll take one of the rings of spell storing that Vheyzen had, if that's cool with folks. I'm not sure if I can use what spell he might have stored in it, or if I need to attempt to put my own in at some point.

Zangua continues to don his armor, and once finished heads towards the pit.

"Let's not split up!" Domarc yells, seeing that Leth is gone and that Mordred and Zangua are heading in different directions. "It's supposed to be confusion to our enemies, not confusion to us!"

Felor wakes from a dream about Fjorgyn's wrath causing a landslide, and gets to his feet to see the others heading in different directions. "What..." he looks at Domarc in confusion, unsure what to do.

"I'll be right back, Domarc!" Mordred yells.

Has the door changed at all? If not, Mordred will run back to where Domarc and Felor are.

Zangua, having already left, stands watch at the pit. He stays by the entranceway to observe.

Leth hurries back to the group's "camp".

"Sounds like its coming from the other hill. It has to be Pafthinel and our watery associate, right?"

He glances up at the dust falling from the ceiling. "In any case, I doubt we'll be able to get much more sleep tonight while they're fighting. The question is, will Pathfinel survive the encounter, and if he won't, can we make it to him before she gets what she wants?"

Terra switched back and forth between self-preservation and the twang of guilt in her stomach that suggested she was supposed to do something about the fire that was engulfing the flora and fauna ahead. The fact nobody else aboard was trying pissed her off. People were so fucking insensitive.

"Grah...!" she grit her teeth and carefully climbed down from the viewpoint approaching the captain. "The fire may be preventing the party getting to shore," she said, her voice angry and condescending. "Give me a rowboat - if I can get to shore, me and some of the men can clear a way." She scanned the sands. She didn't mention the 'predators' the owl mentioned... no point in taking the knees from the spineless.

Want to roll Perception: Terra wants to see what obstacles lay ahead between her and getting to the shore to clear a path for the party. (Hopefully I have rolled correctly)

Terra's anger faltered for a moment when it dawned on her what was actually going to happen now. I'm going to be sat in a tiny wooden open coffin, floating across salt water. She turned away fast enough to pretend she meant to do anything on purpose.

She already had her weapons with her including her staff (mostly in case she needs to hit sharks or anything along the way), looks to grab something to cut down wood with - perhaps a loaned extra sword or axe if they happened to have one - and then climbs warily onto the dingy before praying that she will make it to shore.

She is eager to get on to hard land as quickly as possible, even if it means going toward 'predators'.

"If Pathfinel bound the elemental once, I suspect he is more than a match for it. However it may have caught him unprepared, so time may be of the essence. I vote we leave now."

Zangua continues to watch the pit.

"I think we should head out," Domarc says. "There's too many unknowns for us to sit here and wait for something to come to us."