It takes Rosa a few minutes to cut through the thick base of the vines but eventually she is able to split open the seed cavity and collect 5 seeds with rock hard shells. The careful scanning by the rest of the group revealed nothing out of the ordinary besides the gentle murmur of the small waterfalls. The light began to dim as the sun was obscured by a slow moving cloudbank.
Lyra glanced at the bones lying around the vines and shrugs. "As dangerous as they are the vines don't kill out of malice. They hunt for food, same as any other animal. Leave the bones where they lie so that eventually even those remains will return to the earth."
She snapped her fingers and pointed up and her familiar launched into the sky and began to circle the group. "I suggest we press on to find a good campsite. If I'm correct the site of our previous battle is only a mile or two further downstream."
Lyra clicked at her horse and rode away from vines.
Domitian nods and turns his own steed to follow Lyra.
Graciously accepting the dagger back, Mehaila smiles before mounting back on her horse and following Lyras lead.
Vetra follows suit, picking up the left flank in their formation once more.
Well, bones were one of the avenues she was going to explore to create magical weapons but it was a decent ways down the list. She could afford to wait and not enter the water the murder vines came from. Most likely, those were ordinary animals and she was going to need some extraordinary ingredients. Moira continues to ponder such things as they move forward.
Rose nodded, taking what her sister said to heart. There was definitely a time and place and there could always be something else coming along if they tarried too long. Their pressing mission was to locate that fort and deal with the leader sooner rather than later. She climbed back onto her horse and urged it to rejoin the others.
As he is riding along, Domitian takes in the sight of his companions. Odd bunch, but brave. Good people. "So, what sorts of things can the vine seeds be used for? I'm not familiar with their use."
Rose urges her horse to pick up the pace in order to move along with the others more tightly. "The seeds? I don't know all their potential applications, but I might be able to find something to do if I can cultivate and preserve the vines or perhaps any sticky resin they might produce..." She started to ramble as she rattled off various uses and applications of alchemy she could possibly use the plant seeds for if it showed that it contained certain properties in its physiology.
She seemed quite content in talking about the scientific possibilities behind certain creatures and plants, what she could do with them, what she wanted to do with them, and in the end ultimately what she hoped to accomplish with her alchemy. To develop it, and make stronger and brand new discoveries.
That night the group set up came in the glade where they had killed all those bandits. What would be very evident was the drastic changes that had taken place in the week since they had left the magical sapling. Where once the clearing had opened up into the grasslands beyond was now a solid wall of trees, the river meandering through a path between the new old growth. The pile of bodies they had created was now just a pile of stripped and dry bones that would break under the lightest disturbance. The grass had grown a foot except in a large area to the south of them. In the center of this opening in the sea of grass was a two foot tall sapling with silver bark and blood red leaves. If any of the party gets within twenty feet of the tree they would begin to hear a faint ringing in their heads, the gentle song of bells that produced a sweet and soothing sound.
As the group pitched their tents they feel a great calm settle over them and know instinctively in the back of their minds that tonight they are safe.
Mehaila offers to cook for the group, making a meal from their hard tack supplies. While doing so, she would reflect on the calm of the area, and the tree. Surely there was something they could take from this holy place. It was a place of all their collective faiths. After poking at the dinner made, she would ask the group, " We need a name if we are going to help clear the bandits out. And I think we should have this as a base. The sapling is our symbol, and we must mark this place as special to us all. Does anyone have a suggestion for the name of our group? Maybe the silver saplings?"
Despite not having a great understanding of what Rosa was talking about, Moira tried to pay attention to what she was talking about in case anything jumped out about the assassin vine or it's uses. If the vine could be preserved it might make a great whip. Even better, if it's instinct to grasp could be preserved it would be extremely useful in disarming or tripping. And if the resin was sticky it could be used in leather working or composite bow construction. Ideas to think about.
Moira is perfectly fine with taking over the bandit camp for the night. She couldn't fault them for location at least. The growth of the surrounding trees and the sapling was a pleasant surprise. Judging from the desiccation on the bones, it was like the new growth had stripped the bodies clean to get to such towering heights. Residual magic maybe? Who knew? As she approached thesapling she got another surprise. The faint sound of bells. Moira walked up the tiny sapling and crouched next to it, examining the leaves and bark. Obviously silver and red were unusual colors but so was the bark striations and the leaf layout. She'd never seen those before.
"Hey there little guy. What exactly are you anyway?" she mused as she gently held a leaf to examine the veins within. "Looks like you got everything you need hear. Maybe a little lacking on sun but some trimming should take care of that. Hope you don't mind if I take a branch or two in a few years." She looked at the bark and frowned. Unless it kept the current pace, which she doubted it could, it would take years to grow enough to even test it's strength. She had no doubt it would produce some quality wood. But would it be supple enough to be a bow or hard enough to be the shaft of a spear. Only time would tell. And she needed to be proficient enough by then to make something truly legendary. Something worthy.
Moira takes the time to trim the surrounding growth so the sapling will get plenty of sunlight before heading back to camp. She considers Mehaila's suggestion over stew. "What for? We're not like a mercenary group or anything. And Oleg seems happy enough to house us. The Staglord's place is bound to be twice as big. This is just a camp." Also, several gods may have blessed this place but Erastil was one of them and Moira wasn't too comfortable with putting down anything permanent here. Just didn't feel right. Maybe a small temple one day but not an outpost like Oleg's.
Mother
You feel a faint sensation on your fingers and see the edge of the leaf you were touching curl ever slightly around your finger before returning to normal.
Once she finished helping pitching the tents she sat back for a moment gazing all around them for a time. "You would never guess that a fierce... a battle was fought here." She quickly corrected herself thinking back on the fight with the bandits and how they flawlessly decimated the lot of them without much effort whatsoever.
She turned to Lyra, picking up a conversation that sounded like it had been left off and rejoined many times over their time together. "Look all I am saying is that with the right materials, I could create fertilizers that would explode plant growth AS WELL as defoliants to curb their growth. You have to at least give me something to work with." She whined and pleaded with her sister.
First the soothing bells and now this strange warmth when she touched a leaf. This sapling was definitely something else. She felt like she could curl up in a ball and sleep for days right next to it. Maybe...Did the tree just talk? Did the leaf just move? The leaf defiantly moved towards her finger. "S~@*." Moira snatches her hand away, mildly alarmed. It was instinctual. When plants moved on there own it was usually not good. Assassin vines, fly trap, shambling mound. Not good. It was only after her fear abated did she realize the tree actually talked, like a spoken word on the other side of a door. The word...ooooh that's not good. I really hope I didn't hear that.
"Guys!" Moira says loudly. "The tree is moving...and talking?" Tentatively she reaches out once again and just barely brushes leaf, not recoiling this time unless there is pain.
Mehaila sighs and shakes her head, the long auburn strands swaying softly to Moira. " We are a group, and groups have names and symbols. It is a powerful image, and could very well serve to make the bandit lord think we are a bigger group than we are. Plus, the tree is sacred, we should look after and care for it." While she wasnt as nature touchy feely as Rosa, she could still understand the signs. This was a holy place to their group, having a hand from all of them in making it. She wasnt going to just let it be forgotten, nor ignored. She looked over the tree after the others had a chance or had stepped away. She knew that Calistria had her vengance on that evil man... but the memory of her former patrons still made her shiver and shake her head. This could be a great place of healing, or relaxing. Perhaps she could sing the trees into making them places to stay. However, she would come rushing over once Moira said the plant was talking, excited to see this wonder. " Talking? What did it say? Does it have any messages for us? I told you we should use it as our symbol."
At the first mention of the tree talking Lyra would be over next to Moira in a flash, dropping the materials she had been using to update their map on the ground in the process. As she had the most accurate sense of where they were while wandering all over the place she had taken it upon herself to keep a record of everything they encountered.
Bending down next to the tree Lyra coos to the plant in a strange language before blowing gently on the leaves. She gently placed a finger on the top of the small trees' crown and said quietly in sylvan "We are here little one."
Shirak would look up from where she had been gnawing on a large bone for a moment before dismissing the entire event.
"It said something with some really heavy implications." I am 99% sure I did not have sex with a tree. She stands back as Lyra and Mehaila inspect it. After they touch it she gives them a moment. Did they hear it? I'm not going crazy right?
"So...did it say anything to you?"
Mother...protect me until I grow strong. My roots touch the Lifestream of the World and I am a source of healing for what is broken. Protect....me.... the whisper came into Lyra's mind as the little tree seemed to drift into sleep.
Anyone standing nearby will see the branch Lyra touching curl around her finger, like a baby grasping it's mother's finger for safety as it drifted into sleep. A moment later the druid would feel a slight prick in her finger. If she pulls her hand away at this point she will see a single drop of her blood on the leaves of the little tree vanish.
Lyra jerked her hand back in response and looked at the tiny wound on the end of her finger. A single bead of blood was slowly welling up as her body already began to close the wound. "Do not fear what you heard Moira." the druid said with a smile. "We all took part in the ceremony that brought this child to life. It simply wanted you to know it's love for you. For all of us. And I think it would be a fantastic idea Mehaila. A silver tree crowned with 6 stars on a burgundy field. Should we name it? I think a good name is-"
Lyra gasped in pain suddenly as her wound flared with a pure green light that flashed through the clearing. The druid dropped to a knee and held back a scream as energy slammed into her body and set her nerves on fire. Anyone watching would see green light begin to suffuse her hand starting at the wound made by the little tree that began to slowly creep back down her hand towards the wrist.
Rose would panic and drop to her knees nearby. "Lyra?! What's wrong?!" She would look around at the others. "What happened to her?" She started to fear for her sister, freaking out at whatever she should do.
She began digging frantically through her bags for anything she might be able to use to help Lyra, starting to become a little desperate and hysterical.
Vetra has been on the edge of the group, being rather reclusive and withdrawn for unknown reasons. She had elected to be the first to take the watch for when the group rested for the night. A rather odd mood for the kobold as she just watched the group converse.
There wasn't anything from then kobold until a sudden green flash appeared, the kobold quickly running over. "What's going on?!" Blue magic sparking at her finger tips. She's look to Lyra quickly, her eyes quickly scanning over her body trying to deduce anything that she can.
Mehaila jumps back seeing the plant wound react what she would say is badly, and would try to push Lyra away, to see if any distance would lessen the affect, or if it would continue. Who knows what was happening, but whatever it was they should move from the plant. At least for now, as they do not understand it.
" Stand back. Rosa, tend to Lyra, Dom, assist me in seeing if this is evil or a natural thing for our... new creature." She tried to sound brave and like she had a plan, but it was really just trying to help her group deal with it.
Domitian responds quickly to the growing commotion, his eyes widening at the glow coming from Lyra's hand, and trying to process everything that was going on. Rose's panicked motions draw his attention, so he lays a hand on her shoulder. "Calm, Rose, calm and measured. We'll figure this out." At Mehaila's suggestion, Domitian nods in agreement. "Lyra, talk to us - what are you feeling?" He gives a small, encouraging squeeze to Rose's shoulder, then rises and joins Mehaila. He then utters a quick prayer, seeking guidance and divine sight from Erastil.
The moment Mehaila touches Lyra plant vines composed of pure energy shoot from the druids' hand and stab into the clerics' chest, phasing through armor and clothing without touching either. The cleric will then feel excruciating pain as energy travels through her body and begins to press against her skin. At the same time Lyra will feel the pain within her lessen. With the flow of magic in her lessening she can feel the magic making subtle changes, tuning her to be more connected with this glade.
Domitian's magical vision will not reveal anything beyond what he already sees.
Lyra looks over at Domitian as sweat beads on her forehead. "T-t-t-touch.......us!" she manages to gasp. "C-c-c-c....connect!"
"Lyra?" Rose asks concerned, taking her sister's hand into her own and squeezing it reassuringly. "Say something dear. You're frightening me." She watches Mehaila react, and she is tempted to withdraw her hand, but musters her determination to keep holding onto her sister's hand.
Vetra blinked then quickly grabbed Lyra helping her sit straight. "Lyra! Cast something, anything! Uh...." she paused watching the vines shoot through the cleric eyes widening. "She's overloading with magic!" she finally sputtered out. Unsure how to help Lyra or the Cleric.
Vines of energy shoot at Vetra and Rosasaria, filling them both with pain as the energy sinks into Vetra's right shoulder and binds Rosa's hand with Lyra's. At the same time Lyra and Mehaila feel the pain lessen. What felt like being boiled in acid now feels like a broken bone being pushed on.
"Domitian! Delan! Quick, grab her!" Rose would call out, before clenching her teeth, to her feeling the energy wash through her was more potent than anything she has ever experienced. She wasn't sure if it was the best idea, but she was willing to try anything to save her sister from blowing up.
However as she was thinking these thoughts she could also feel her perception of the glade around them sharpen, feeling much more in tune with it than she ever could dream of being. It was a deep connection that was almost overwhelming as the energy associated with it was.
Mehaila growls at their group, " Just grab hold." It was clear from her screams to the now pressure of the broken bone. It sucked worse than when she had broken her arm and collar bone when she fell off a building in a drunken prank.She hated heights ever since. The pain did lessen when the others joined, but now everything was more... vibrant and alive. She didnt know what this was, nor how to describe it well
Domitian's heart was banging against his chest. Erastil guide me, I don't know what to do! Everyone was clearly in pain, and this energy was spreading like wildfire; what if it consumed them all? But there was clearly no evil here; there was energy so much energy, but not an evil kind of energy. The tree was holy ground, he believed that to his core. Erastil protect me...
With only a little shake in his hand, Domitian reaches forward and touches Lyra's shoulder. As the energy rushes into him, his fear fades. So beautiful... Painful, but a pure kind of painful, a burning purification. "I don't know what this is..." he whispers, "but I'm not afraid of it, not anymore..."
Delan had been setting up a pot for one of his stews when everything went crazy. He had moved to a few feet away and was trying to think of how to ease Lyra's pain when everyone suddenly became connected by the same energy. He hesitated as Mehaila and Rosa's commands, seeing the obvious pain they were in. "Songbird, please don't let this be as stupid as I think it's going to be." he prays to Shelyn before kneeling next to Mehaila and grabbing her other hand. He gasps as the energy flows into him and begins to smile as the world comes alive around him. He looks over at Moira and holds out his other hand. "It doesn't hurt anymore. It's connecting us to this glade."
When the green energy started flowing into Lyra, Moira instinctively backed away. How come it didn't have the same reaction when she touched it? What was it doing? It looked bad. Lyra seemed to be in intense pain and the green energy was flowing slowly up her hand. Moira drew her sword. She wasn't sure what to do with it yet but it made her feel calmer.
"Lyra, please say you're okay or I start cutting things." First the tree regardless of her paternal status. Then her hand if that didn't stop it. Better to loose a hand than a life. The others crowded around, green vines seemed to jump from person to person, some piercing vital areas. Why did no one else think this was a bad idea?
She watched as Mehaila and Rosa and everyone else join in. This didn't look right but for some reason it didn't feel wrong either. Speaking of, her chest felt warm. And not like warm and fuzzy. Like heat. She pulled out the pendent and felt it warm against her face. Oh. Great. She could just hear her dad saying 'have faith' in this moment. She took a look at Delan's proffered hand and took a deep breath. "Gods suck sometimes."
She grabbed hold.
With the last link in the chain completed the pain fades from everyone and they feel a renewed vigor as their aches and pains fade into non-existence. A tendril of energy arcs from Delan and stabs into Moira's stomach and everyone begins to feel a burning sensation wrap suffuse them. Light will begin to shine from various body parts as the energy connecting everyone begins to carve something into your flesh. It is accompanied by a light stinging sensation as the energy whirled and spread to fill in the lines of an emerging tattoo.
After a minute all sensation of change fades as the light dies and everyone returns to feeling normal. The pain on their skin vanishes and the group feels renewed and strangely at peace. If anyone explores their body afterwards they will find a tattoo unique to them.
Domitian will find his dominant shooting arm covered with white feathers leading to an eagle's head on the back of his hand. Vetra will find her back covered with a tattoo of folded crimson dragon wings. Mehaila will find a sinuous snake with pearlescent scales wrapped around her left leg, flowing over her hip before circling her belly button. Lyra will find her hands covered with blue runes in an unknown tongue connecting to a single line of script that flows up her arms before connecting to a circle of runes in the center of her chest. Moira finds dwarven text in rings around her arms every six inches between her shoulders and wrists and a single ring around her neck. Rosasaria will gain the tattoo of a closed eye in the center of her forehead with a line descending from each corner and passing over her eyes.
Dylan wont find anything obvious, even after stripping naked inside his tent. Only afterwards will anyone speaking to him notice dark marks on his tongue.
That...should have been more traumatic than it was. From the looks of it, Lyra nearly died. In fact, all of them probably nearly died to the tree they buried over a pile of bodies and one man possessed by something even Dom found hard to look at. And a cursory look at her not shaking hands revealed tattoo's she most definitely did not have a few minutes ago.
And yet despite all that, she felt a certain sense of resolution...peace. Part of her said this was bad. She should not feel peace right now. That was the opposite of what she should feel. She should be up in arms at something messing with her mind and body. But that part was small and she couldn't find the energy to humor it. It wasn't healthy to worry about such things. In fact, rest was looking like a good idea right now. After eating a lovely meal from Mehaila, Moira turned in and dreamt of happier days.
The next morning her eyes snapped open without a hint of sleep. "What just happened?"
Vetra was left stunned, speechless and confused. She looked around warily. She didn't trust the peace she felt, she never felt peace like this and it was frightening for her. Her arms wrapped around her chest, as she looked up to the others.
She would immediately notice the obvious tattoos that would be visible like Rosa's or Moira's. Though she would not say anything immediately but her stare was obvious.
In almost an odd way she'd point her finger up to Rosa's forehead and simply say, "What's that?" in a surprisingly calm voice.
Rose was still shaking with adrenaline, between the scare her sister gave her and the power that rushed through them before they managed to disperse it out among the six of them. Food and rest did sound like a good idea after that particularly strange event that happened for them. Looking at the others with strange markings on their bodies, in various locations, she looked over herself. She couldn't see anything readily, which made her wonder if she had one at all.
"That was possibly the strangest thing that I have ever witnessed or been a part of in my whole life." She mumbled softly, cradling her precious staff in her hands and letting her fingers trace the carvings she made in it slowly and methodically.
Her attention was drawn by Vetra speaking to her and pointing at her. "Hmmm? What's what? Have I got something on my face?" She said rubbing it in various spots. Starting to get frustrated she would pour some water in a bowl and attempt to use the reflective surface to see her face. "Oh my word!" She would exclaim, touching the markings on her face. "That is... different." She mumbled, once again shocked as she stared at her own face.
Mehaila shakes her hand, and looks at her leg, as the stinging seemed to come from it. She had markings on her skin that were not there before, and they seemed to cover her leg and up to her stomach. She twist and looks at it, as it seemed to be very flattering against her skin. She pokes it, and as it seems to be permament, she frowns, unsure where it came from. It however passed, as the feeling of peace seemed to make it seem trivial, but she would try to assist the others once they realize they all have mark, ans she had no idea what it was for.
" I... I think we should stay for a bit. Maybe in the morning we shall have a better view?" She sounded tired, and would have no idea what to do next, besides await to see if Dom had any ideas.
Domitian's face folds in a concerned frown as a stinging sensation sweeps through his right arm and hand. The frown fades to something like wonder when the pain vanishes and the warm comfort seeps into him. Looking to his hand, he'll see the eagle head that now adorns it, and then on examination will find the feathers all running up his shooting arm. Blackfeather?
As the others puzzle through their meaning, Domitian will simply smile, looking unconcerned. "It is a blessing, I am sure of it. This is a holy place, and we are part of it now." He'll flex his right arm a little, and then take in the others with his gaze. "I think this place will continue to be of importance to us, moreso now than before, and I have no worries about sleeping here."
"I'm....I'm better." Lyra would say to Rosa before standing and brushing the dirt from her hands. She paused and stared at the markings on her hands and pulled her sleeve up to follow the writings all the way up to her shoulder. When she saw that they continued onto her chest she pulled apart the v of her shirt brazenly, exposing the top of her breasts and the circle at the top of her sternum. "I'm really not sure what all this means."
After staring at her hands and chest for almost an hour she would give up and go back to setting up her and Rosa's tent and then eating the meal prepared. She would finish writing the events of the day in her journal and then work on the map she was creating of the area as the group explored. Anyone who would look as she worked would see a map of incredible detail with tables of estimated travel time depending on the mode of travel. Once finished she rolled the map up patted her lap.
Shirak would look up from where she had been napping and stretch for a moment before meandering over to Lyra and flopping down next to the druid, placing her large head on the druid's lap. The tiger closed her eyes and began to purr as Lyra pet her.
After not finding any tattoos on his own body Delan would shrug and return to the campsite to finish making dinner. Everyone would find the hearty stew quite tasty with subtle flavors from the herbs and spices the bard was always on the lookout for. With his own bowl in hand he would sit and hum to himself as he listened to the group chat. "I've heard of something like this happening before though not with such a diverse group. You'll know of it Lyra, we were just bonded to a druid's glade. As long as we remain within this area our natural healing abilities are increased. It's possible there are some other effects that we might be empowered with but only time will tell what those are."
The next morning the bard would meet the sun with a song that he finishes by taking a knee while holding his holy symbol to his lips and whispering. Once his prayers were finished he would join Moira at the cooking fire and cook a tasty porridge. "Sorry for such bland fare in the morning but I've got nothing else to cook. As for what just happened, you got a good night of sleep in a druid's glade. You should be feeling refreshed and energized!" he said with a chuckle.
Rose would savor the hearty stew. "You always seem to cook a most delightful stew, I am actually kind of jealous." She would tease him a bit before continuing to wolf down the delicious meal. Listening to his description, she turned to Lyra. "Is it true? If so we should set up as close to here as possible once we manage to fulfill the charter." There was an excited gleam in her eye. As they hung out around the fire, she watched Lyra make the map, peaking her interest.
The next morning she joined the others for breakfast. She happily took a bowl of porridge. "You'll get no complaints from me Delan, this is far better fare then rations for days on end." She hummed and pulled a little vial from one of her pouches and sprinkles something onto her porridge. Sampling it, she made a happy humming sound.
Moira looks off into the distance with a look of content for the remainder of the night. She does not participate in conversation unless specifically addressed.
In the morning she snaps her attention to Delan but her eyes are looking far off into the distance. She analyzes last night with a fresh mind not clouded with magic. She didn't like the effect the plant had on her mind. Or this glade. She was taught never to drop her guard in the wild. She remembered feeling safe here. And certainly nothing really bad had happened so maybe this place did protect them. It would take more than a night to make her trust something so alien and unkown.
"So this a druids glade now? What...exactly does that mean?" she asks looking at Lyra for confirmation. "I mean empowered and faster healing sounds great and all but it also felt like I wouldn't have been able to react quickly to threats. My head felt clouded like I had just binged at a tavern all night. No hangover is good though."
Lyra had woken up and spent the first hour of the day sitting in the tall grass outside of the camp, her eyes closed and humming a gentle song. All the while she was running her fingers over the branch of holly that she used in her druidic casting. Once that was finished she would rejoin the group and read through her wizard's grimoire while eating the porridge that Delan handed out. She made a face at the first taste of the bland food and cast a minor cantrip on it. Anyone sitting near her would detect the scent of cinnamon and apples coming from the bowl of steaming porridge in her hands.
She looked over at Moira and mulled over the fighter's questions for several minutes. "Is ripping a scab off painful all the time? Or is it simply something you do quickly to minimize the pain in that instance? You experienced a few seconds of a minor discomfort and then had a wonderful, peaceful night of sleep free of nightmares and pain. Tell me, do you not feel quite energized this morning? No aches whatsoever, ready to face the day with piss and vinegar? I do." the druid answers.
She turns to face Moira fully and gives her a gentle smile. "As to what it means? That's something you're going to have to figure out on your own. If you fear this change then it won't mean the same thing to you that it does to me."
Moira looked quizzically at Lyra at first. Yes, scabs did hurt when you picked them off because you aren't supposed to do that. It took her a moment to figure out she probably meant a bandage. At least that was the only way it made since. She was right about the other stuff though. She did feel far more alert this morning then she had any right to be after last night.
She snorted at piss and vinegar. Where did a druid learn that? "Well, let's put this new found energy to good use and get some miles under our belt."
Once everyone was up and about they turned their horses north and headed into the forest. The day had dawn bright and cold with a stiff wind setting the forest to a dull roar. The group would not encounter any enemies for several hours and would pass by several herds of deer who would turn and run at their appearance. Once the group would see the shambling form of a large brown bear plodding into the forest away from them.
As the sun crested directly overhead the group would come over a small hill and come upon a small valley with a large field of the same plants. Even several hundred feet away the group would smell a sharp, pungent odor coming from the field.
Rose rode along taking in the various sights and sounds of the forest, but they slowly left that behind as the trees parted and the path they took lead to a hilltop and small valley around. She saw the field and could smell the vegetation. She also saw some unusual shapes in the field. "I do believe I see some... chubby?-" She shook her head and looked again. "Well rounded scaled-creatures in the field over there." She looked intrigued and horribly curious, but wasn't sure if she was just imagining what looked to be a rather comical sight before them in the distance.
Mehaila looks at where Rosa had pointed, and seeing the same thing, she pauses. She had no idea what would cause any of this to happen, and it made her cautious. Last strange thing she investigated tried to murder her, so she looks around and prods the group " So... I think Moira should take lead? Let her find out what it is? It seems to be some sorta scaled creature, probably tired from feasting on travellers."
"I seem them. Small and scaled. Wait..." Moira pauses as a hand comes up and scratches a belly. "I think those are kobolds." She instinctively reached for her bow but stopped and looked down at Vetra. Right. Some of them weren't all the bad. "I think Vetra should take point actually."