Respondong to Artor, the forged one says, "I am ready to proceed. I believe there is much to be learned below."
You find no evidence of crystals, you do however find signs which indicate to you that many bodies were dragged... Most of them from inside their own homes, signs of a violent struggle our virtually none.
Artor begins following the drag marks
Kyrso aids Artor in his search
You find that the drag marks lead tot he center of the village and then they end there...
Artor will make a perception check when he has reached the village center.
Perception
"Well, if the drag marks disappeared...maybe they teleported? But then, why drag them in the first place? Maybe they killed the humans here? See any signs of...anything?"
"Perhaps not teleported, but moved under some sort of flight. There were no handholds on the clear crystals, and there seemed to be no sign of sleds to drag them."
"Well then, unless anyone can track flying creatures, we're out of luck. Maybe we should keep looking around here?"
"I am good, but not that good" The shifter says simply.
You have all rested and you look upon the sky as the sun makes its way up to fill the horizon. At the moment it is dawn and all of you see that the pack scorpion is chattering wildly although she doesn't seem to be hostile...
"Will someone calm that fell creature down, it bad enough that I had to sleep in some elvish hovel, but being awoken by that beast is too much."
"Creatures often become fearful before we discover something to fear." the 'forged says cryptically.
Ormak again shoots a look of disgust at Artor "Afraid?" He asks, as he goes over to calm down his companion.
Ormak follows his new friend, and spots the footprints. He then notices her pointing towards Unmarked's feet. "Same, I think?"
"Hmm, perhaps the prints of other forged ones. It is not easy to tell us apart, especially from a creature who likely sees little more than the feet."
The scorpion chitters again telling you that Unmarked is not the one who has made the footprints... She beckons you over to examine them more closely...
These prints are not one warforged but many, the sand has eroded them but they are still visible...by your own estimates they must be at least five days old.
Ormak takes a few moments to study the prints, even going so far as to pick up a handful of dirt and sniffing it. "Old. Five days, maybe. Lots of metal men"
"we should follow them. "
"Agreed, Perhaps this day will be more interesting than the last few."
"I concur."
you begin to follow the trail of footprints...
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you have all come far, very far and the night is falling once again... Yet some of you may be able to glimpse other things in the shadows of the sunset...
In the faint rays of the Xen'drik sun you see a complex of buildings far off in the distance, you cannot make out much beyond the fact that they must be massive... Your own estimates say that they are at least a day if not more away.
"Campsites up ahead" The shaman tells his companions. "Oasis, small copse, stone formation"
I am prepared.
As you lie slumbering upon the ground a sound begins to emanate from the darkness, none of you not even the scorpion are awake but the warforged is...
In the dark night of Xen'drik you here a distinct hissing sound...
"Arise!" the 'forged says to his sleeping companions.
"Wh..wha?"
Kyrso yawns.
"I heard a hissing noise. Possible cause for alarm."