Camping with the biggest campfire...

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

"Hey, shaman. Im getting some visions of this really cute girl. I think I might be in love." 

Licks it again

[Skrye [AC3; 48/48HP]]

- "I heard of cursed items before but let me see, mmmm... What does it say in that strip of paper? Also, can I see the shard more closely?" - as she checks the stone, moving a bit around.. up.. down.. - "Could you also describe me that cute girl? -" trying to figure out any myths or stories related to it

[OOC: Knowledge of the bard, rolled 4% out of 40%, if it's applicable.
AC 3; Protection vs Fire.
SPELLS: 1stLvl(5/5), 2ndLvl(5/5), 3rdLvl(4/4), 4thLvl(3/3)]

[Quila Oris (John M.)]

Upon noticing all the commotion around a box Umbris finds, Quila involves herself into the matter.

"Let me see if I can get some reading on your new obsession then Umbris. Who knows what we will find out." Quila quietly teases the halfling, careful not to disturb anyone's sleep.

She will cast a Personal Reading (lvl 1) on the name of Khyryn.

[DM Bob]

There is no strip of paper, the writing is painted directly underneath the lid. It does not match the description of any cursed items that the tari has ever heard of, outside of obsidian often being needed by wizards, warlocks and witches for storing magical energy or to serve as a conduit or key in certain rituals. Heck, even psions have stored parts of their psyche in worked obsidian (just not normally unworked as this piece is).

Personal reading takes twenty minutes of ritual before Quila is able to fathom the following.

Mistress Khyryn is a highly skilled lover that resides far, far away from the Hearth and Athas. She is incredibly respected within her realm as well as many other *worlds*. Her name is called out in both pleasure and pain with those she has partnered with in the past and the present. Rawr.

[Attilius]

The giant gladiator unceremoniously rolls over in his pillows and farts loudly <BRRRRAAARRRRRT!> as he slumbers.

Oof. It's so bad that he'll likely need to clean his skivvies before they venture out. Then his legs start twitching... the goliath is probably chasing caravans in his sleep again.

[Quila Oris (John M.)]

Looking around at Skrye and stopping at Umbris, Quila says "You might want to think twice about this girl young man. I do not think she is what this trinket lets you believe she is. My magics tell me it is an entity from a world far, far away both from Athas and the Hearth. Many call out her name, but not simply pleasure. That subsides, and all that remains is pain. An enormous amount of that, I fear. Maybe this rock was used by the hags whenever they were in for a three- or four- or however-much-some orgy with that off-world mistress."

[Niachi]

Niachi's psyche has taken in the Hearth's bizarre other-world onslaught to the senses. It spills into his dreams: Moon elementals dancing with Salamanders as we did for hearth-gating. Then we are all on Ral, kicking up dark green moon dust that smells foul and sulfurous. The smell jolts him awake

or is he still dreaming?

The rank moon-smell permeates their haven, but now with a trace of flower scent. He sees Umbris mouthing some really boss obsidian, as the two priest-casters point and pontificate. An empty box - is that writing? Is that the queen of Ral's portrait inside?
his hand goes to the amulet in reflex.

He decides to speak in his dream:

"Wha- Ahh. Licking things again, Umbris?" Can I see that rock?"

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

"No." Hands over the rock

[DM Bob]

Nothing happens when Niachi touches the rock.

The rest of your rest is complete. Any other spells or psionics or other prep before you head out?

[Attilius]

Oblivious to the past 6 hours findings, the giant quietly grabs then dips a small pillow in the water basin. He moves to a lone corner and proceeds to clean his nether regions thoroughly with it. Once satisfied, he immodestly moves to the tents front flaps with invisible axe in his opposite hand and summilarily tosses the soiled cushion out into the firey wilderness and watches it burn - presumably (and looks for any trouble as well.)

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[Bob, how many hours are left on the current fire proofing oil?]

[Quila Oris (John M.)]

After she has rested, Quila will say a prayer to Oronis and thank him for guidance and protection. She meditates on her allotment of power from her liege.

Feeling rested, and having heard talk of scouting ahead she suggests, "I can psionically scout ahead a bit to get more of an idea what lays ahead for us in the next four pulses of travel to the Forge."

She sits and concentrates and scouts ahead in her mind over the flaming plains. She takes a tad higher view than she would normally have on foot, so her sight gives her a bit more details on the lay of the land that is ahead.

Quila will 'reset' her POV each time into a point as far as she could see just before the horizon.

Her Snarf provided sense of direction is still working so that helps in getting her bearings in this strange place.

[OOC: I rolled a 9 on 19-20, so success for Clairvoyance. PSP: 141/146]

[AthasianLaborer]

'Muiko will sit with the map ready to make additions based on Quila's descriptions of the path to come.

[DM Bob]

It's odd. From this angle and speed, you are more aware of the gradients of heat within this strange eternal fire pit. The blues, yellows, red oranges, even colorless flames all form their own alien topography.

You figure that you cannot enjoy the diverse microclimates here, not being natives. Looking about these lines you can see other denizens of the hearth here and there if you slow and focus every now and then. Smaller elemental folks stand out against other colors of flame. Fluttering mites, sprites and butterflies of fire flock like sparks of an ongoing campfire.

There is also no perceivable horizon. The "ground" is not flat either. It rolls like hills and waves.

Eventually, you come to a point where the heat is beyond that of the norm. The "ground" dips here, only to then rise to near mountain height. Serpentine forms frolic in the gouts of explosion and inferno here, and large sections are ridden with strange eggs as well in clutches numbering in the thousands. To your right, sections of odd differing heat suggest walls or abodes, salamanders akin to your previous guide range here.

This is quite far away from here though.

[Niachi]

Niachi shakes himself fully awake, sniffs the obsidian while turning it over in his hands then carefully hands it back to the halfling.

"you have strong feelings for that lady? Uncontrollable attractions? Can you put that stone back in the box without speaking her name? Do we all want to continue while Umbris is charmed or whatever that obsidian did?"

He listens to Quila's description.

"Sounds like a long march ahead of us. Amulet should be recharged by the time we need it."

He peeks outside to check if the fire elementals are still there, then looks about for anything worth noting.

Waves at the big one if they're around, then back inside.

[DM Bob]

The flame-kin are indeed still outside the tent. Apparently they rarely get visitors...

Heck, it's probably more common for them to get yoinked into the Prime, not that that's a simple trick in itself.