Waking up and stepping over the ashes of the bodies, you find the landscape to be just as desolate as you remember from the day before. Despite Orion and Quodak's best efforts at searching for food, the only thing that they can find are a few runty potatoes, maybe enough for a snack but not enough to seriously sustain you through any sort of exertion in this cold and altitude.
Perception DC 15:
In the direction that you saw the smoke yesterday evening, you can make out shapes on the horizon, moving as though they are searching for something
"If the dragon god already knows we're here and has troops ready to find us, we'll not escape them. It's more likely Urrax told his son we were lost and he sent them. Perhaps more importantly, we won't survive long out here without aid, whoever they are."
In response to Quodak, Kjolmar says, "We migh' hide one or two of us, but these lands are sparse, an' we likely can't escape their noticin' if we try to get closer. Be that as it may, I agree with that one (motioning to Moredrel) that we should go regardless. If they're the Dragon God's men, an' they're out here, they'll have supplies. An' if they're friendlier than tha', it wouldn't hurt us none to have a look."
"Decisions must be made. Do we spy, run, or approach? I think some of the faster stealthier need to go take a look without begin seen and let us know if they're friend of foe. i'm fast and perceptive, but not particularly stealthy. "
How far away are these other people? I was thinking they were on the horizon, and thus, thought it would be too far for us to scout without the rest of the group moving with us, being in the predicament we are in.
The figures are gettng closer, approaching you from the direction that you saw smoke the previous night. They are still far away, but with the nature of the terrain, they are probably about to spot you.
The figures approach closer on the plains ahead of you and you can make out that they are mounted on stocky creatures, and advancing in several small groups. Suddenly, one of the riders puts up a colorful banner, waving it in your direction in a clear signal to the others, and the groups begin moving towards you in a more coordinated fashion. Keep in mind that you still have quite a bit of time before you will even be able to see them clearly.
"It would appear that they see us anyway. Moredrel, summon your mount and ride toward them until you get a good look. Report back through the collective. If they are enemies ride back to us at full speed. The rest of us are going to assume they are enemies and begin our escape. We're on foot so you'll still be significantly faster than us. Once we know if they are friend of foe we can decide to either keep running, or backtrack to greet them." Orion says in the way of planning.
Kjolmar says, "If they're natives, I'd prob'ly be the best fer talkin'. Not that I'm any good at it, but I know the people of these lands better'n the rest of ye. O' course, that's fer after we decide jus' who they are."
Kjolmar and Quodak ride off on the spectral horses, quickly becoming nearly lost in the monotonous landscape from your perspective.
Quodak and Kjolmar:
As you ride closer to the approaching riders, you reach the point where you can see the dull glint of metal and that both they and their stocky, shaggy mounts are heavily armored, not in the style of the dragon god's troops. They appear to be dwarves.
Kjolmar:
You can recognize from their banner that they are not from a clan related to you.
Everyone Else:
While the riders are scouting ahead, everyone should make a perception check.
Just as a note, Quodak appears to be correct about the range of the collective
When Kjolmar gets close enough to peg them as dwarves, he says to Quodak, "Though they ain't clansmen o' mine, them's dwarves, an' they ain't no men o' the dragons. I'll ride to greet 'em, and you can get the rest o' the group an' bring 'em here, 'kay?" If Quodak accepts, Kjolmar rides much less warily toward the dwarves, unafraid to push the ghostly mount to a full gallop. When he gets close enough to hail them, he waves his arm and shouts, "Hail, I'm Kjolmar o' Clan Greyhelm!" He then approaches the group and speaks to whomever he identifies as the leader.
How big is the group? Is it a clan I recognize? And how is their reaction toward us/me?
There are eight riders approaching, and they are not from a clan that you specifically have met before, although from the amount of iron that they are wearing, they are probably part of a clan which primarily mines.