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Pytor looked at the quickly departing group following the kender and then at Mira's. Muttering under his breath, he curses the decision to divide the group. The gypsy would have preferred to go along with Mira's group. "To watch over his sister", he tells himself. But the group following P...

Let me see if I got this right:

Pyros, Elsa, Artanis, Cross are in one group.

Mira, Adrestia, Jerry, Merrick are in the other group.

Is Adran still with us?

"Normally, I would suggest getting a higher vantage point. But those winged beasts could easily dislodge a climber from the cliffside." Pytor looks for signs of travel. Not just recently, but also indications of one path being used more frequently over time. "Does that tree look high...

"Nor do I. We should keep to the walls of the canyon. We'll stand out less than out in the center... And it would limit the direction of attack from above." Pytor's eyes frequently dart to both sides of the canyon as they move forward.

Pytor silently falls back in line as the group moves forward. He keeps one hand on his hammer and an eye upon the eaters of the dead that roosted before them. The stories of his people mentioned ravens often within them. But had he ever heard of any so large or behaving in such fashion? Animal Lore ...

Pytor can almost feel the warmth of Mira's skin as her fragrance blends with the air that he breathes in. He ponders the insidious cruelty of the last dream giving hope to things that could never be. Resting his hand on the bard's lower back, the gypsy replies almost inaudibly. "I turned on Bar...

"The bodies hold no interest for me, just their bindings. Something that I may need, that you may need for me, in the nights to come." Pytor whispers as he gives the bard a half-hearted smile before turning away and moving back into traveling position.

BB/LG 25%
Bend Bars [1d100] = 84

Pytor tries to quietly wrench the manacles free from the post but fails to loosen the iron bindings from the heavy wood. He ponders taking an axe to the post's base but deems it too loud and risky of a task.

Pytor will make a closer inspection of the chains and manacles. Blacksmithing check [1d20] = 10 to see if he can glean any information as to their quality. If it is possible to pry any from the posts, he will attempt to pry off two sets of manacles for potential future use. "Hmmn... These just ...

Pytor scoffs at Mira's suggestion. "Bah. I was never the one to win a contest with a bow or throwing knives. Dwarves on occasion, but never anything with a point or a blade. We're better off if I keep my hammer at ready on the chance something gets in close. Just don't shoot me in the rear if y...

"Ohh pula mea..." Pytor mumbles as the effects of his cold morning bath eroded under the bard's suggestive antics, all the while thinking. "Just relax and keep my head clear or that little gaji will be the death of me, more than any beast or fiend."

Pytor takes the opportunity of the pause in travel to converse with his sister. "Adrastia? We are nearing your prey are we not? What are those creatures like? How do they attack? And more importantly, how do I slay them?" His eyes glance back at the others. The mages Merrick and Cross seem...

"These things we've battled blur the lines between man and beast. If they are hunting us, it stands to reason that they may hunt like a beast instead of a man. Wolves like to watch their prey waiting for a member of a herd to stray from the others. Traveling with too far apart may provoke an a...

(A little catch up on missed conversations included here.) While conversing with Pyros: "Ahh, unnatural magic corrupting the natural state of things. Many a tale starts out as such. How did the dragons react to their eggs being tampered with?" The conversations helps Pytor not dwell on his...

Are we still letting Pyros and Elsa ride to keep up a faster pace? Or are we now close enough and moving slow, where they can dismount?