Hopping through folds like time bandits...

[DM Bob]

Enemy's Slumber, 12th of Fortuary, 1 PM

Ral: Currently in the sky at half moon

Guthay: A sliver

Current Location: Within New Kurn, Chat'cho's protected land

You are able to grab the tent. Chat is with the other kreen and she seems to be quite content with their company. She mentions something briefly about possibly returning to the west and the cities of the tohr-kreen to learn more of their ways. But that is another story for another time. She waves her arms about and opens a fold to the tar pits just outside of the walls of Giustenal.

Enemy's Slumber, 12th of Fortuary, half past 1 in the afternoon

Ral: Currently in the sky at half moon

Guthay: A sliver

Current Location: The cursed ruins of Giustenal

The weather here is atrocious as you walk through the fold in space. Silt obscures much even this close to the walls as you quickly scramble to cover your faces & mouths. The heat is also several degrees hotter, even though the crimson sun is hard to see, dulled by the grey dust of death. Yet, some of you still feel cold from the lingering effects of the Eternal Hearth. You are close to the Dragon ate that you fought the strange canine headed monster and his toady ally. A murmur of faint voices can be heard even now as you gather your senses.

[Attilius]

Attilius quickly looks around while putting a cupped hand to his good ear to see if he can get a direction of the murmuring voices.

[DM Bob]

The ruins proper. Much like the strange sounds you heard the last time you tread this ground.

[AthasianLaborer]

'Muiko will cease using Mind Blank before entering the fold to Giustenal.

Once there, he will look for the winestone and approach it, waiting for everyone to gather before spilling the wine and proceeding to athasian cripwalk in a counterclockwise direction about the winestone.

[DM Bob]

The stone is a bit of a walk from here exactly, and you will pass the area you encountered razor wings before.

[AthasianLaborer]

While not leaving the group, 'Muiko will keep facing the direction we should be heading in.  Gesturing in hopes that a combatant might lead the way.

[Umbris (AC 2 | HP 37/37)]

Sticks close to the party while he growls and bares his teeth at everything, the hair on his hackles raising. 

"...I do not like the whispers." 

[Attilius]

Posting the marching order from the chat:
Coden
Skrye
Umbris
Niachi
'Muiko
Quila
Attilius

Attilius in the rear for group sight purposes

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Attilius readies his shield but keeps his right hand free, for now...

[Skrye [AC3; 48/48HP]]

- Skrye turns to Umbris - "You maybe more skilled than me to find traps, if any, I believe you may better be in my place" - allowing him to take her place as she takes his

[OOC: Locate Object spell (7hrs), Protection vs Fire, Barkskin (AC 0, 9rnds).
AC 3, 48/48HP; SPELLS 1stLvl(4/5), 2ndLvl(4/5), 3rdLvl(3/4), 4thLvl(3/3)]

[DM Bob]

Not much to find in the way of traps, with heavily blowing silt and empty open gates.

You do recall there being leathery, mummified bodies and skeletal remains here under the grey powdery crap. No elves are seen either, as you recall the one that was mauled by the Eater of Tongues not so long ago.

[Attilius]

Attilius moves forward cautiously, using his height to scan for any potential trouble...

[AthasianLaborer]

"It appears that the Silt Stalkers have moved on".  'Muiko looks up at Attilius "Keep watch for that angry tongue eating sygra, here's hoping that there's no ambush lying in wait for us"

[Attilius]

Attilius simply grunts his agreement, while not taking his eyes off the rooftops and other hard to see areas.

[Quila Oris (John M.)]

Quila feels safe knowing she has competent companions and Jermaine with her.
Then again, she hasn't survived this long by just trusting her feelings all the time.
She focuses her senses and actively scans for possible threats and approaches hostiles might take.

(OOC: Rolled a success for my Alertness NWP, a 10 on 19, reducing the chance of being surprised by 1)

[DM Bob]

Yes, you can have used the oil prior to 'porting here.

The walk to the petroglyph covered rock is strangely uneventful... well, outside of the sounds of merchants jingling bells to grab customer's attentions that simply do not appear to be seen.

And the random hissing. Which could be more silt snakes like those you killed once before. But again, no threats seen.

Speaking of being seen, once you are within sight of the storied stone, you feel watched once more. This occurs not too far from the rock though, as the silty wind whips wildly at your approach. You are maybe 10 yards distant at this point. The long collapsed buildings and storefronts here don't seem to remember you. The grey powdery mess covers everything much like a new fallen snow as you wonder if this place will someday be completely swallowed by the sea of dust.