Chapter Five: Bapdis Orjo's Gift of Reconciliation

Yeah, let's head over to the other hill with all speed.

Short rest hit dice

Terra calculated the distance in her head then watched to see where her owl went. Presumably she could trust it somewhat to lead her in a safe direction. Hearing the movement in the overgrowth, she gripped the machete and began to hack through the foliage, toward the group - or at least, what she hoped was the group.

Small mammals scurry up trees and fling themselves from branch to branch as Terra hacks her way toward the hill.

~meanwhile~

Pulling Zangua away from his vigil over the pit, the party exits the cavern and descends the eastern slope of the hill. In the valley below, they pass splintered trees and large broken eggshells before crossing a muddy, watery ditch where clumps of sticky-leafed vines grow on either side.

With a loud, screeching hiss of steam and an unearthly wail, one of the living sheets of flame is somehow extinguished. The one remaining flies in a furious circle over the hilltop a few times before plunging back down to rejoin the battle.

Terra checks behind her in case anything decides to get smart, and as she hacks away, she is making her way in the direction of where there is most smoke - assuming anyone there will probably need the most assistance to get back to the shore fastest. She calls out to her owl companion to see if she can talk to it, ask it to lead her toward the party if it has seen them.

"Humans in the valley, walking toward the fire," the owl tells Terra.

~meanwhile~

The slime on the eggshells is somewhat dried, suggesting that they were broken before the jinn made her escape from the cavern.

Zangua forges ahead, beginning his ascent of the eastern hill.

Terra continues to hack her way in the direction of the party, reaching out to her owl for guidance.

I think let's just let the editing room work a little magic here

When Terra reaches the base of the hill, the fire creature is keeping itself high in the sky, occasionally divebombing the large dark figure battling it on the hilltop. She can see the others up ahead, ascending the western slope of the hill.

~meanwhile~

As the party climbs toward the scene of the battle between the jinn and the flame, something catches Felor's eye: a figure, evidently human, starting up the hill below them, maybe a quarter-mile away.

Perception check, Felor!