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The Next Leg
The evening passes uneventfully. Fundin shelters in the mountaineer, apparently quite comfortably, as if he's accustomed to sleeping in the driver's seat. Statheros finds the limb of a tree to be to his liking, and takes his rest there. Xanna eventually takes a spot in the trailer, using her ion rifle as a pillow. Those who are on watch hear the noises of the wilderness and see the sky without the burden of city lights; no other activity breaks the night.
As the morning dawns, Statheros is up early. The final watcher gets an earful. "We have slept too long. I cannot emphasize enough that we should be moving towards our goal with all haste." His bellyaching, much closer to an urgency rather than a simple whine, is sufficient to wake most from their relative slumbers. With little fanfare and minimal hassle, the group is wheeling their way eastward. A few buildings and small villages dot the way, but at Statheros' urging and Fundin's misery, the hammer stays down, and decent time is made.
As evening approaches, the familiar glow of a ley line is seen in the distance. Fundin slows his approach, picking his way over some rougher terrain, and doing a fine job of not torquing the trailer off of the hitch. Statheros turns back towards Gaspard. "Here, now, is your second task. You are to deposit us hhhh...uuuuuuhhhh..." The sprite, as before, waved his hands to reveal your destination. What flickered before your vision was unrecognizable and twisted, as if looking through a photo negative of a place. Statheros falters and wobbles, then straightens up. "Something is blocking our destination along this line." He looks intently at Gaspard. "You must take us as far as you are able along this line, but I fear something, or someone, is interfering with my ability to see our end. We must be very, very cautious."
As Gaspard is preparing to take the group through his portal, you feel the ground tremble underneath you. Fundin shouts into the comms. "We've got incoming! Four beeps big as me beauty, an' they're movin' this way! Ye'd best work yer craft, and in a hurry! Me beauty ain't nimble enough to dodge 'em in these hills!"
The evening passes uneventfully. Fundin shelters in the mountaineer, apparently quite comfortably, as if he's accustomed to sleeping in the driver's seat. Statheros finds the limb of a tree to be to his liking, and takes his rest there. Xanna eventually takes a spot in the trailer, using her ion rifle as a pillow. Those who are on watch hear the noises of the wilderness and see the sky without the burden of city lights; no other activity breaks the night.
As the morning dawns, Statheros is up early. The final watcher gets an earful. "We have slept too long. I cannot emphasize enough that we should be moving towards our goal with all haste." His bellyaching, much closer to an urgency rather than a simple whine, is sufficient to wake most from their relative slumbers. With little fanfare and minimal hassle, the group is wheeling their way eastward. A few buildings and small villages dot the way, but at Statheros' urging and Fundin's misery, the hammer stays down, and decent time is made.
As evening approaches, the familiar glow of a ley line is seen in the distance. Fundin slows his approach, picking his way over some rougher terrain, and doing a fine job of not torquing the trailer off of the hitch. Statheros turns back towards Gaspard. "Here, now, is your second task. You are to deposit us hhhh...uuuuuuhhhh..." The sprite, as before, waved his hands to reveal your destination. What flickered before your vision was unrecognizable and twisted, as if looking through a photo negative of a place. Statheros falters and wobbles, then straightens up. "Something is blocking our destination along this line." He looks intently at Gaspard. "You must take us as far as you are able along this line, but I fear something, or someone, is interfering with my ability to see our end. We must be very, very cautious."
As Gaspard is preparing to take the group through his portal, you feel the ground tremble underneath you. Fundin shouts into the comms. "We've got incoming! Four beeps big as me beauty, an' they're movin' this way! Ye'd best work yer craft, and in a hurry! Me beauty ain't nimble enough to dodge 'em in these hills!"
Notice check at -1 for Dim lighting; nightvision can negate this penalty
Four rhino-buffalos are charging your direction at high speed. If they don't change course, they'll be running into you in 5 rounds.
Notice check at -3, with raise (nightvision can negate 1 point of this penalty)
Something appears to be chasing or spurring them forward. The forms are large but indeterminate, numbering at least two but maybe as many as five. The shadows and failing light, coupled with rolling hills, deceive you.
Notice check at -3, with 2 raises (nightvision can negate 1 point of this penalty)
I'll PM you if you make this check.
Instructions
Notice rolls for all. Gaspard again gets to port the whole group and transport to an unknown point along the line towards the east/northeast. The rest of you can react as you like, or wait for Gaspard's rolls.