Chapter one part one. A land divided.

[(George) 3.5./ ZEM ( 4.0)]

Omar: " You falling out of the sky was a sign from the who im not sure yet but would like to know at somepoint. I dont think the Red army or its agents have that much raw power to send you.

Nor would they care to send u and have it not harm you. I know from this battle your on our side and why i can speak on our next course. So yes we would be foolish not be accepting of your help.

[mighty]

Just when Varis believed the day could hold no more surprises, the woman turned into a partial dragon herself. He would have to trust that this was not her true form, much like Wind's crocodile, and that she indeed stood against the red army. She had her opportunity to flee when the slime attacked, she stayed put. As much as it pained him to admit, they needed the assistance. Getting into and then breaking out of prison was no easy task. They needed whatever edge they could get. Perhaps this was just how they got the upper hand. He could only sit around for so long after all. The dragons had to suffer. All of them. The sooner the better. Approaching the now half-dragon, Varis gives a small bow of the head, before nodding toward Wind and Omar.

"It seems we shall be sticking together a while longer then. You may call me Varis. That is Wind, and you know Omar. I am trusting that you truly do oppose the red's tyranny. Together, perhaps, we can bring an end to that. If it turns out you are working for them, then there won't be enough of you left scattered throughout the desert for them to find no matter how many tricks remain hidden up your sleeves. Simple as that. Should you speak true, you are one of us and shall be looked out for as we have for one another. In these times, we must all band together. The red regime will fall, their reign of suffering brought to an end."

Varis pulls out his newly found longsword, unsheathing it just enough to run the blade across the palm of his hand. He lets it drip out in a line in the sand before him, then places his hand against his heart.

"By the honor of my ancestors, I speak true. I, too, accept your assistance."

[messiahmoose]

Wind stands unimpressed, he just turned into a crocodile after all.  (I will also roll an intelligence check to see if it is an illusion or a transformation.)

Nevertheless, and regardless of the outcome, Wind stands with his arms open in a gesture of acceptance. 

He starts to draw in the sand, as if starting a map and then stops, and in a woman’s voice, “Some privacy, please!” and gestures toward and empty tent (if there is one). 

UC9Bfwl8p_1-20 on that intelligence check. 1-20

[(George) 3.5./ ZEM ( 4.0)]

The chief in Orcish sends his men out of the nearest tent then alows Wind to of course use it.

[at]

"You are bold, but if a war were to start against the red army today they would win. They are far better prepared than you might expect"

Thinking back Callo searches her memory for dates of battles trying to figure out how much time they truly had, aware that perhaps by saving the orc warlord here she had already changed things too far for her knowledge of past events to be in any way reliable.
xmHLSnu6p_1-20+1 (History)

Dec 12, 2017 21:48:18 GMT -5 messiahmoose said:

10 on that intelligence check. 

(Fails the DC 17 target to see through the illusion)
1-20

[messiahmoose]

Wind grabs some sand and heads into the tent. He spreads out out his bedroll and scatters the sand, and (using my Wanderer trait) will begin to outline the locations of the oasis, where the dwarves are, and anything else of note. 

(I am just getting more information from Sir DM.) 

[mighty]

Varis merely smiles and motions toward the tent after Wind.

"Stick around and you shall see. Come, we have preparations to make."

Varis follows after Wind, sitting down alongside his drawings in the sand, watching him work. He tears off a piece of cloth to wrap around his still bleeding hand. As Wind drops various markings down on his map, Varis leans forward to scan over it.

"Do you know where this prison is my friend?"

[(George) 3.5./ ZEM ( 4.0)]

There are a few places of note : this will be important for im having to re make copy of map was on old comp, screan does not work anymore look for my back ups cant find them so i had to remake it. So these may change a bit but i can give u key locations.

wind's eyes go white :

flashes of images flash in his mind. He draws rapidly not even hearing words or sounds but of that of the sands themselves as tho he has walked every inch.

A river flowing from a temple standing tall smack in the middle of Sira herself. with a statue of a woman with open hands as a river flows south.

In the very south on Sira is a town

Isra is its name.

To the west of the temple
A Gaint masa that not many have climed in fear of the Blue Dragons that ruled there since well as long as Sira herself was born.

To the east of the temple bit south east for where the party is are the Sand Dragons. Those too gaurd there territory and not liking all that much from outsiders.

He sees pockets of oassis tho many are scattered all over some big and small. Some not known of by many other the the nomads.

He sees an inn where trade can happen deep in one of the many mt ranges.

To the north west of the party is another mt range.

There within is the dwarf prison they seek.

[(George) 3.5./ ZEM ( 4.0)]

Callo from her history roll:

Its hard to say but she is certain the major ones have not happened given the Full Orc tribes from what she can see are still all alive wondering around, at least for now.

[(George) 3.5./ ZEM ( 4.0)]

The last location that wind gets is called the purple sands. Odd to name it that given it just normal color of... wait he sees giant holes, sands shifting to and fro purple like rippels but elongated. Then a gaint mouth pops out of the ground and Winds visions fade.

It seams the land possibly was warning him but giving places of rest as well.

Tho he got more then he ever had before. Normally he just recalled where he had been or near. This was actul visions possibly of the present. He is not sure however.

For thouse outside they notice the crash cite glowing white then as it had begun vanish again as tho it was never there.

[messiahmoose]

Wind whistles (like the wind) and casually traces the path, hitting stops on the way. ”Camels,” and holds up his pack indicating provisions may be needed. 

[at]

"Assuming you can free the dwarves, where do you plan on taking them? It would appear suspicious if we arrived with no way to feed them on a journey and I doubt the red army would be eager to supply provisions."

[messiahmoose]

At the limits of his original thoughts, of which he is cursed to have none, Wind shrugs and simply says, “Camels,” and makes some chewing noises. 

[(George) 3.5./ ZEM ( 4.0)]

The camels get set for the next leg of the journy.

The cheif will thank each of you one last time before the party parts ways with these words:

" This is where we must part in our story, i have for you 3 camels. Each will be loyal. With enough suplies food and water for a month each. Its what we can spare.

If you need us we will come to honor our debt. It seams your friend wishes you to leave at much haste, and i can't make you stay. You have our strength and number when the time is right but not before then i cant lead my people to be killed. Ours is to unite the tribes if possible many chiefs undecided.

My our gods and yours guid us to victory and lasting peace there after. "

He gives and Orc salute as does the tribe.

Where does the party wish to head?

[mighty]

"Fair enough. Perhaps we should stock up first and scout out the areas around the prison. We'll find somewhere to take them and tend to them. We won't be reckless, but we must act. Far too many are content to wait for the perfect moment before they act. Looking for signs, omens, the words of the gods. It's all a lie, a way to do nothing. There is no perfect moment. They'll be waiting until their bones ache and their skin sags. A perfect moment arises when we make it so through our own action. Look at us. We're but a small band of misfits. We pose no threat to the red army, and that is why we shall succeed. By the time they realize the kind of threat we truly present them, it shall be too late. We have a map thanks to Wind, let us take that first action."

The orc chief brings around three camels and supplies for each of them, making certain the group knows that they will aid when the time comes. Varis takes a moment to clasp his arm up the elbow, bowing his head in thanks, before doing so to the remaining orcs present. Returning to the chief, Varis speaks.

"We shall be but a moment longer to decide on our next destination, after which we should very much be on our way. There's comfort here, mostly, but comfort breeds inaction. We shall meet again before this is all over and together we shall end this. Until then, stay safe my friend."

Returning to the group, Varis points once more at the map drawn in the sand.

"Where shall we take the first step toward a new world?"

[messiahmoose]

(Assuming I have the map correct in my head) Wind points to the mountains where the dwarves are held. He speaks to the animals, easing any tentions from the fight and thanking them for bearing them in the journey ahead, and begins riding toward their destination. 

[at]

Callo scans the map to the north west, seeking places where the dwarves might be taken if freed.

[(George) 3.5./ ZEM ( 4.0)]

The north west from what she sees would drive them ferther into Land of Death.

Roll religion for me with advantage:


The Red Dragons hold just the mts ranges there.

The blue Dragons and sand Dragons both from what she recalled were not happy to outsiders but could be convinced it was in thier interest but it would not be easy given how complex it was the first time to do so.

The mt ranges to the south that are flanking the temple was there best bet. It had a means of trade via the river.

The mts were tall giving them much room to expand in the comming battles.

They also could defend to temple and the small yet growing town near them.

[at]

(religion + guidance spell)
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[(George) 3.5./ ZEM ( 4.0)]

So The Land of Death is where the follower of Set and Anubis are. Set has always wanted ISIS as a mate but she was already married and wantend nothing to do with Set.


So set killed her husband and chopped him up and scattared his remains all over Sira.

It is also where Anubis with his army of zombie Gnolls.

Together quite powerfull.

I forgot to tell you to roll religion for the purple dessert too.

So ill go with the 21 as well to save time.

Ill need to look up proper spelling i think its Bast not sure.

The Animal/beast/Monstrosity God had a temple that was burried in that dessert.

It was said those who worshiped Bast could controll the Great purple Worms and its creatures as armires.

( i kind of put a few other egyption gods into one because they were of one type of animal and domains are easier under one god or goddes.)

It was said it was near the oasis so that all of Basts creatures could thrive.

Others were made so that thier creaters where ever they were in these lands would no wither and die.

It was named The purple Dessert given The Giant Worms who persume to still safeguard thier domain for no one has ventured in and came out for quite some time.


Some just think they will just eat you. Most travelers never go in there unless there out of better options.