tt's The Elsebo Way

Game Master therealthom

Absolutely. That was a plural you. I'll just go ahead and roll for Lorne.

Piloting: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12

Jaeric turns down the slope, get his traction back, and then makes a wide turn to regain the path.

Lorne on the other hand tries to turn up the slope, but too much snow has built up under his treads, and he can't gain traction. He desperately tries reversing, but it's too late. His snow dragon rides a wave of snow all the way down to the tree-line below. The machine crunches heavily into a pair of thick tree trunks.

Lorne and Sparky are quickly out of the cab. They wave to signal that they're all right. They circle behind the dragon to inspect the damage.

Sparky calls in over his comm unit. "Looks like some of the idlers' axles are bent and the track cover's been pressed into the tread. If we could drag it off the trees we might be able to straighten that cover, but the tread might not stay on the idlers the way they're misaligned. Only a couple hours work could say for sure."

Pulling his snowdragon around to where he can get a good angle on pulling the wrecked one free, Zephyr says, “Does someone want to get out and set a line, or should I give it a shot?”

Lorne and Sparky connect a tow-line to a pair of hard-points on the front of their dragon and drag the line uphill to Zephyr's where they attach the line to his forward hard points. "Reverse is the strongest gear in these vehicles, and the least likely to overspeed and slip. Still go easy. " Lorne comments.

Zephyr gently engages reverse and applies power. His snow dragon inches back up the slope, slewing the nose of the stranded dragon uphill, and then dragging it off the tree trunk.

Sparky and Lorne disappear behind their dragon, crouching in the snow and gravel to examine the vehicle, and confer.

Sparky speaks when they raise their heads, stand and look at you across the bow of their dragon. "Couple hours work and we can get it going. We might not be able to hit top speed without risking the tread coming off."

Never establishes a watch perimeter while the others work on the sled.

Perception: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (20) + 11 = 31

Literally nothing escapes her attention.

Jaeric parks his snow dragon next to Zephyr's and hops out to join Sparky and Lorne in examining the damage to theirs. "I can lend a hand, if you want..." he offers, "Might speed things up a bit if we all pitch in..." He shades his eyes as he sees Never already establishing a degree of security for them and nods. "Let us know if you spot anything. If we need to take cover for any reason, we can probably slip between the parked vehicles."

OOC: Jaeric will assist any any Engineering checks, but defers to Lorne and Sparky as their expertise greatly outweighs his own.

engineering, Lorne: 1d20 + 14 ⇒ (4) + 14 = 18
engineering, Sparky: 1d20 + 18 ⇒ (16) + 18 = 34

From her vantage higher up the slope, Never sees evidence of bird and rodent archetypes flying above and moving through the trees. She even spots a small vole-like creature moving over the snow. There's nothing else to distract her.

After an hour and a half, Sparky, Lorne, and Jaeric have removed the worst damaged bogey and shuffled some of the others to minimize their misalignment. Lorne pronounces the repair complete; Sparky qualifies the statement to include a limit of three quarters of full speed.

You're ready to move on.

I meant bogey instead of idler in the previous post.

***

The path through the trees, their long branches and fan-like fronds coated in white, is still and serene. In the distance ahead, the sound of branches snapping shatters the quiet, and a guttural mix of roar and moan echoes through the wood.

"Are you guys hearing that?" Jaeric asks over the comm, "Sounds like some kind of megafauna could be nearby. Might be best to keep a sharp eye out and stick closer together. Our numbers could give us a bigger presence and keep it at bay. If anyone's got further advice, now's the time to offer it."

”Let’s try to avoid it if we can, at least until we can tell if it is an ally or foe of the natives here.” suggests Zephyr, looking for a path that might arc around whatever is making that sound.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (14) + 5 = 19

"Roger that. Lead the way..." Jaeric positions his snow dragon as the last in line so they keep Lorne and Sparky's vehicle between them.

Trying to maintain a proper, positive attitude for the others as they work through overcoming the consequences of the error, Lorne mostly keeps his lips pressed tightly closed while the curses and grumbles run through his mind with little break.

Yeah, the last thing we need is ta have onna these things EATEN by sumthin' that don't know better . . .. he thinks to himself

You continue moving along the path through the forest. You're surrounded by trees. The ongoing snowfall makes it hard to see beyond 60 feet. You round a corner and see a series of rocky outcroppings to the southwest of a clearing.

In the clearing two gray-green centaur-like creatures use spears to beat back attacks from two massive beasts that resemble gigantic sloths with giraffe-like necks and long, equine snouts. As you watch one of the centaurs rear unto its hind legs to thrust its spear toward one of the sloth's head.

Squares with trees provide cover to Large or smaller creatures occupying them; Large or larger creatures treat such squares as difficult terrain. Your snow dragons also treat the tree squares as difficult terrain. The undamaged dragon's top speed is 30'. Lorne's is 45' due to the damage.

Oh, and let's change the scale to 10' per square.

Your snow dragons are the red rectangles in the North east (lower right) corner. 1 is Zephyr and Never. 2 is Lorne and Sparky. 3 is Jaeric.

Snow Dragon
Large land vehicle (5 ft. wide, 10 ft. long, 6 ft. high)
Speed 30 ft., full 700 ft., 80 mph
EAC 12; KAC 14; Cover partial cover
HP 14 (7); Hardness 5
Attack (Collision) 3d4 B (DC 10)
Modifiers +0 Piloting, –2 attack (–4 at full speed)
Passengers 2

Initiative: Bold to go
Sparky:
Jaeric:
Centaurs:
Lorne:
Mezoloth:
Never:
Zephyr:

Sparky delays until his player posts or Lorne moves.

"Looks like we have our chance to get in good with the locals," says Zephyr, seeing the centaur-like creatures defending themselves. "Hang on, Never" he says as he revs up the Snow Dragon in preparation for intercept speed.

So, single move for the undamaged snow dragon is 30 feet (3 squares) at regular speed up to 700 feet (70 squares) at full speed, right?

"Hey Zeph, why are we accelerating? Are you trying to ram that thing? I don't know if that's a good idea..."

On the other hand, Never has no idea how she'd fight something that big toe-to-toe, not that it would stop her from trying.

I'm going to assume you meant to drop our top speed to 15 from 30, not increase it. <grin> Oh, and yesterday I checked earlier in the evening, versus checking after my normal bedtime tonight!

"Can ye shoot 'em, Sparky? Let's see whacha got!" Lorne pushes the damaged vehicle forward, but nowhere near at full speed, wondering how this is going to play out . . ..

From the rear, Jaeric guns his snow dragon forward and past Lorne's so he can close on the sloth-like creatures. "Stay at range since you're slower, Lorne!" he advises, "Zephyr and I will move in to see how we can help drive those things off..."

Piloting check: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15
Double move towards the creature at the north, and Jaeric will roll down the windows so he can shoot or cast magic once he gets close enough.

"Looks like we have our chance to get in good with the locals," says Zephyr, seeing the centaur-like creatures defending themselves. "Hang on, Never" he says as he revs up the Snow Dragon in preparation for intercept speed.

So, single move for the undamaged snow dragon is 30 feet (3 squares) at regular speed up to 700 feet (70 squares) at full speed, right?

Vehicle tactical Rules

Straight line movement for full speed. We'll say you were moving as you were coming up on the scene. But you still need to make the piloting check. Snow dragons are built for this kind of thing so the terrain is OK. Note the rules on ceasing full speed movement. Snow dragons are second level vehicles for the purposes of pilot checks.

I'm going to assume you meant to drop our top speed to 15 from 30, not increase it. <grin> Oh, and yesterday I checked earlier in the evening, versus checking after my normal bedtime tonight!

"Can ye shoot 'em, Sparky? Let's see whacha got!" Lorne pushes the damaged vehicle forward, but nowhere near at full speed, wondering how this is going to play out . . .. [/QUOtes]

Was thinking about double moves for some reason. Let's say your first move actino is 20' and youe second, if you take one, is 25'.

NIce combat banter.

Got to go to work. See you later.

Cool...Let me know when it's Zephyr's turn.

When Jaeric opens his windows, the cold wind hits him like a cold slap in the face, and an icy squeeze in his chest for the few moments it takes his suit's environmental controls to compensate. He plunges his snow dragon forward. Sheets of snow churn from his tracks and splash onto the lower half of Lorne's windscreen when the lashunta drives by.

The centaur's flinch away from the approaching snow dragon, but then gather themselves and continue their defense against the giant sloths. One's slim spear looks entirely insufficient for the task. The other switches to a bow, then nocks an arrow and lets a puny arrow fly. The arrow sticks in the throat of one of the giant beasts, but only seems to make it made.

The mezoloths crash to the edge of the clearing and strike with long clawed paws. The blows are heavy and send both of the smaller centaur like creatures sprawling. They try to get up while the sloths loom over them, raising their paws for a finishing blow.

Moved Jaeric's dragon roughly 16 squares (full-speed with the 'race ' action instead of double move) in an angled straight-ish line.
Sparky delays until Lorne can put him in a better attack postion. In fact, if Sparky's player doesn't show up, would you mid running Sparky in this combat, hustonj ? Only seems fair since he ran Lorne in the much of the ship combat. Lorne, you also have the option to 'race'. You'll need to pass a DC 12 pilot check to do it. Or you can have 2 more squares of normal movement.

Initiative: Zephyr, Never and Jaeric to go.

Jaeric:
Green Centaur: (-17)
Red Centaur: (-13)
Lorne:
Sparky:
Purple Mezoloth:
Blue Mezoloth: (-8)
Never:
Zephyr:

Zephyr guns the engine and races along behind and beside Jaeric. Cutting it close to the trees on his left, he surges forward into the clearing and sees the desperate state of the centaur-like creatures. ”Hurry and take your shot or we won’t have anyone to save!” he says as he assesses the situation.

Pilot Race Action: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (18) + 17 = 35

"Take my shot with what?" asks Never, finding no weapons on the snow dragon. "Ahh, screw it."

Never grips her taclash, then opens the door as they near the big monster and jumps out into the snow, doing her best to athletically roll so as to not get badly hurt.

I don't see rules for jumping out of a moving vehicle, so I submit to the mercy of the GM.

Athletics: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (12) + 11 = 23

Entropic Pool: 1

Zephyr guns the snowdragon, racing neck and neck with Jaeric. Suddenly Never leaps from the vehicle. Planning to roll, she tucks into a tight ball. She does roll a little, but the snow is soft and deep. She stops more quickly than planned, but is completely unharmed. With the last of her momentum, she rises to her feet.

Nice idea. I'll call that your move action. You can still attack if you wish.

However, the deep snow is difficult terrain.

Never laughs at her good fortune, but then finds herself well within the reach of the big monster. Without a second thought she flicks her wrist, the taclash clapping the frigid air as it arcs toward the target.

Attack: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (15) + 8 = 23
Damage: 1d6 + 11 ⇒ (1) + 11 = 12

Jaeric stretches one arm out the window of his snow dragon and calls upon the power of Desna. The air around the attacking mezoloth begins to swirl and coalesce around it in a circular globe of acidic mist. Satisfied that the spell is cast, he then guns the snow dragon past the centaur-like creature, hoping Never and Zephyr can keep it from falling to the beast. Instead, he turns southwest to try and assist the other of its kind.

OOC: Jaeric casts acidic mist on the mezoloth. A DC 15 Fortitude save halves the damage. Otherwise, it takes: 2d6 ⇒ (6, 6) = 12 acid damage as long as it stays within the 10-foot radius spread. The spell lasts for 4 rounds.

I'll take the additional 2 squares of movement.
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As Lorne moves the vehicle forward, he taps the control for the windows, lowering them so that Sparky can shoot. He shudders as the blast of cold air tries to worm in before his environment field can close around him.

Sparky tags the closer opponent with his exocortex before trying to shoot it with his Pulsecaster Rifle.

Pulsecaster w/ Combat Tracking: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (1) + 9 = 10
Electric: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

"Please avoid dropping into potholes while I am shooting the monsters." Sparky sounds as formal as ever, but, somehow, there's a sense of frustration.

Never's taclash slices into the behemoth's hide. It bellows and swings its head around to stare at the human, just in time to catch Jaeric's cloud of mist in the face. It recoils and waves a heavy paw across its face.

Suddenly it lunges at Zephyr's vehicle as it passes by. It's paw strikes and shatters the windscreen; its shoulder crunches into the cab. The snow dragon teeters onto it's left tread. Snow flies from the exposed right tread, coating Never. Zephyr's thrown violently against the side of the cab.

Both of the centaurs roll away from the huge creatures and stand.

Lorne and Sparky advance and the ysoki fires, but the range, speed, and uneven terrain conspire against them.

The other gigantic sloth-like thing pursues its prey. A sweeping paw knocks the centaur to the ground again.

Initiative: Zephyr, Never and Jaeric to go.
Jaeric:
Green Centaur: (-33) prone
Red Centaur: (-13) prone
Lorne:
Sparky:
Purple Mezoloth: (-18)
Blue Mezoloth: (-8)
Never:
Zephyr: (-8)

Never shakes her head free of the snow and lets her whip do the talking, lashing twice at the massive belligerent.

Attack1: 1d20 + 8 - 4 ⇒ (6) + 8 - 4 = 10
Damage: 1d6 + 11 ⇒ (3) + 11 = 14
Attack2: 1d20 + 8 - 4 ⇒ (17) + 8 - 4 = 21
Damage: 1d6 + 11 ⇒ (4) + 11 = 15

Using Aspect Embodiment to gain 1 Entropy Point

Entropic Pool: 2

Racing along to the left of the other snow dragon, Zephyr is astonished at the enormous sloth’s reach as his vehicle is clobbered while he speeds by. Fighting to retain control of the vehicle, Zephyr veers off to the left and moves to assist the centaur-like creature who seems to be in trouble that direction.

As he approaches, the artillery laser mounted to his powered armor activates and focuses on the huge sloth, sending a bright beam of coherent light at the centaur’s attacker.

Move action to drive the snow dragon towards the sloth on the left, then a standard action to shoot it.

Piloting if needed to maneuver: 1d20 + 17 ⇒ (6) + 17 = 23

Artillery Laser Attack vs EAC: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (18) + 11 = 29
Laser/Fire damage (penetrating 6): 2d8 + 5 ⇒ (4, 3) + 5 = 12

The dwarf notices how far behind they have fallen already, and decides to try to improve upon that . . ..

Piloting to Race DC 12: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (3) + 9 = 12 A pass is a pass.

"This looks flatish fer a bit. Try here!" The dwarf tries to encourage the rat.

Sparky does attempt another shot at the closer beast.

Pulsecaster w/ Combat Tracking: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (19) + 9 = 28
Electric: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6

The two respond to the shot at the same time. "Good hit!" and "You were correct. That was smoother."

Never's whip bites again and leaves a long gash across the creature's leg. But it is so intent on its prey, it doesn't react immediately.

Zephyr swings his dragon around and fires through the broken windshield. He too hits his target without seeming affect.

Meanwhile Sparky and Lorne team up to land a long range shot.

You're hitting. These things just have a lot of hit points.

Jaeric's up.

Second round of acidic mist damage to the mezoloth: 2d6 ⇒ (3, 5) = 8

Jaeric shunts his snow dragon to follow after Zephyr, counting on Lorne, Sparky, Never, and his ongoing spell to continue harassing the first beast. Once he pulls within range of the second one, he casts the same spell, hoping the mist might dissuade, distract, or drive off the monster so they can save the smaller centaur-like aliens.

OOC: Jaeric casts another acidic mist on the second mezoloth. A DC 15 Fortitude save halves the damage. Otherwise, it takes: 2d6 ⇒ (4, 3) = 7 acid damage as long as it stays within the 10-foot radius spread. The spell lasts for 4 rounds.

You're hitting. These things just have a lot of hit points.

And we have lower tech weapons which just simply don't do much damage . . .. <shrug> Nature of the system, really.

Dreamer of the Host wrote:

You're hitting. These things just have a lot of hit points.

And we have lower tech weapons which just simply don't do much damage . . .. <shrug> Nature of the system, really.

That's one of the things that I've noticed, as well. Seems like the damage scaling doesn't keep up with the combat situations as monsters get tougher. We're supposed to be getting tougher too (in terms of hit points, stamina, etc.), but it doesn't seem to keep pace. I suppose the action economy is supposed to help offset it a bit, so I'm still kind of evaluating the system the more I play.

Jaeric's spell continues to annoy the first mezoloth. The second spell does likewise.

The centaur-like creatures try again to roll away from their giant assailants. This time they get far enough away to rise to their feet.

Never finally has the mezosloth's attention. A heavy paw swings clumsily past her, but catches her across the back on the follow through. Claws slash into her armor, but its the sheer blunt force behind the massive paw that knocks her two steps forward before she can right herself. No trip. Lucky you.

The other mezosloth lunges forward and flattens the eastern centaur again.

Initiative: Everyone to go.
Jaeric:
Green Centaur: (-46) prone
Red Centaur: (-13) prone
Lorne:
Sparky:
Purple Mezoloth: (-43) (2 rounds of a mist left)
Blue Mezoloth: (-23) (3 rounds of a mist left)
Never: (-13)
Zephyr: (-8)

Never feels the crush of the giant's claws against her back, and then she tumbles forward, her breath momentarily exhausted. But she gathers herself and recovers quickly - a lucky step to keep from crashing headlong into the deep snow.

She's too close for comfort, but battling monster's the size of buildings is never easy. This being her first such adversary, she feels things are going as well as one could hope.

The taclash cuts the frigid air, snapping at the monster twice more!

Attack 1: 1d20 + 8 - 4 ⇒ (16) + 8 - 4 = 20
Damage: 1d6 + 11 ⇒ (1) + 11 = 12
Attack 2: 1d20 + 8 - 4 ⇒ (11) + 8 - 4 = 15
Damage: 1d6 + 11 ⇒ (6) + 11 = 17

Hoping for 2 hits!

Leaping out of the Snow Dragon, Zephyr slogs through the snow and interposed himself between the giant sloth and the downed centaur. With his powered armor, he takes a single heavy slam attack against the creature!

Powered Slam: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (11) + 10 = 21
Powered Slam Damage: 1d10 + 9 ⇒ (6) + 9 = 15

Third round of acidic mist damage to the first mezoloth: 2d6 ⇒ (3, 4) = 7
Second round of acidic mist damage to the second mezoloth: 2d6 ⇒ (1, 2) = 3

Seeing Zephyr valiantly leap from his vehicle in an attempt to save the fallen centaur-like creature, Jaeric summons the power of Desna's dreams and stretches forth a hand towards the mezoloth menacing him. A barrage of images, scents, sound, and the sweeping stars of the heavens assaults the beast's simple mind.

Jaeric casts mind thrust II on the blue mezoloth, dealing: 4d10 ⇒ (3, 10, 4, 9) = 26 damage, but a DC 16 Will save halves it.

Lorne barely pays attention to the vehicle, letting it continue forward as he tries to shoot the critter himself.

Tactical Skipshot Pistol: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (1) + 5 = 6
Piercing: 1d4 + 1 ⇒ (3) + 1 = 4

Lorne's shot misses badly as he isn't paying enough attention and squeezes the trigger as the vehicle tops the small ridge . . ..

Sparky attempts another shot at the closer beast.

Pulsecaster w/ Combat Tracking: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (20) + 9 = 29 CRIT!
Electric: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10
Crit!: 1d6 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9 19 Damage from the one shot

"That was more satisfying. Maybe you should just keep your hands on the controls?"

Beset by acid, whips, and gunfire, the mezosloth to the north turns and dashes away. Half-buried in snow on the ground, the centaur-like creature raises its head and watches the big shaggy beast retreat.

Never gets her first good look at the centaur. It has distinctly light grey (almost silver) coloration, with occasional mottling of green around joints. Its lower arms are bulkier and elongated, allowing it to use them as a second set of legs. It also has a vertically-oriented
mouth with a bony chin protrusion that might collect food or liquid runoff.

Then the centaur looks at Never and gestures toward the continuing battle to the southwest, before collapsing wholly.

To the southwest, the other centaur scuttles farther away from its huge hairy antagonist. Somehow it manages to raise its bow above the snow and loose an arrow toward the mezosloth as it swipes its paw down. The arrow lodges in an eye. It roars in apparent pain and its paws fly to cover its ears while it shakes its head violently. Zephyr takes advantage of the distraction to sink a heavy blow. This is just too much; this gigantic sloth also turns and flees.

The bow-wielder looks at you all.

Combat over. What a great round for you guys.

Initiative: Everyone to go.
Jaeric:
Green Centaur: (-46) prone
Red Centaur: (-13) prone
Lorne:
Sparky:
Purple Mezoloth: (-81) (1 rounds of a mist left)
Blue Mezoloth: (-79) (2 rounds of a mist left)
Never: (-13)
Zephyr: (-8)

Suddenly, another group of centaurs emerges from the woodlands, led by a particularly tall and erect elder. The elder approaches and introduces herself in slow, measured, but flawlessly accented Common. "Thank you for your assistance.. Doorma and Fallma may have perished without it.. I am Naarma.. Do you work at the research station,, or were you part of the starship battle?"

Checking to make sure the nearest centaur-like creature is okay, actually getting as far as pulling out a med serum since it looks like one of them went down, Zephyr freezes when more of them come out of the woods.

As he waits for those better with words to respond, Zephyr flicks on the Tetrad Translator function on his enhanced datapad.

"Well, we ain't the lyin' corpo types they got at the station . . .."

Never is about to suggest they get into the snow dragon and chase those things down when the other centaurs appear. "Wait, what? How long have you been standing there in the woods?" She holds her tongue against harsher words.

"That is well," Naarma replies to Lorne. She keeps the same deliberate tone with Never.

" We just arrived. We would have been too late for them. Again, I thank you. Such aid is unexpected from off-worlders. Were any of you injured? We can treat your wounds, if necessary."

Meanwhile other members of her team attend to the two injured centaurs.

"I got tagged," Never responds to the offer of healing.

She looks at the centaurs, who fight with frickin' bows and arrows. "No disrespect, buuuuut how could you possibly know about our battle in space?"

Jaeric exits his snow dragon once he sees the mezoloths departing, sprinting forward to the most injured of the centaur-like people in case they need healing. Upon seeing the others of their kind emerge from the treeline, he slowly backs up in case they take issue with assistance from outsiders. But, when the others begin answering their questions, he remains silent so he can assess what he can only assume are the natives they've been searching for...

"Greetings, Naarma," he finally interjects, "No. We're not affiliated with the Winterharvest researchers. We came here on a mission for the Starfinder Society, tracing an incredibly old migration from a distant star system and the influence of some alien artifacts our colleagues discovered. I'm Jaeric Kem. This is Never, Lorne, and Zephyr. Sparky is still there in one of our vehicles." He gestures towards Doorma and Fallma. "We did what we could to assist these two, as we saw they were being attacked by those giant beasts. But, in truth, we were looking for you and your kind...or, at least, I assume you're the native population living here? We had hoped to speak with you about that which brought us here."

"I got tagged," Never responds to the offer of healing.

Naarma says a few words to one of her team and the other centaur approaches Never. From a rough hide pouch it draws a jar of sickly smelling unguent, a handful of moss, and some soft fine-grained strips of hide. Unguent and moss go on the wound and the strips bind it in place.

She looks at the centaurs, who fight with frickin' bows and arrows. "No disrespect, buuuuut how could you possibly know about our battle in space?"

Jaeric exits his snow dragon ..., he remains silent so he can assess what he can only assume are the natives they've been searching for...

"Greetings, Naarma," he finally interjects, "No. We're not affiliated with the Winterharvest researchers. We came here on a mission for the Starfinder Society, tracing an incredibly old migration from a distant star system and the influence of some alien artifacts our colleagues discovered. I'm Jaeric Kem. This is Never, Lorne, and Zephyr. Sparky is still there in one of our vehicles." He gestures towards Doorma and Fallma. "We did what we could to assist these two, as we saw they were being attacked by those giant beasts. But, in truth, we were looking for you and your kind...or, at least, I assume you're the native population living here? We had hoped to speak with you about that which brought us here."

Naarma tilts her head and considers the party's questions. She pauses, then looks skyward. "Perhaps it would be best if you returned to our village with us. We can better care for the wounded there, and be more comfortable while we talk."

Never shrugs. "Lead the way."

Lorne just shrugs as everyone tries to interact with the local yokels. "So, Ev'rybody back in the vehicles? Follow them? Got it."

"Sounds good to me," says Zephyr, returning to the Snow Dragon and following along, although the missing windscreen was a bother.