In reply to Berry (msg # 548):

You head further along, although the path is less distinct.

Will rolls all.

OOC: PM Roll.

[Private to GM: 15:57, Today: Ryojin rolled 9 using 3d6.  will 11. Success by 2.]
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16:59, Today: Berry rolled 9 using 3d6.  Will-14.

He makes it


14:29, Today: Adept Yisslitheniss rolled 9 using 3d6.  will.

Haveron feels uncomfortable for a moment, but having felt this before he is able to shrug it off.

[Private to GM: Made it by 5.  Assumed that would be enough.
16:51, Today: Secret Roll: Haveron Stormwal rolled 7 using 3d6.  Will roll 12.]

In reply to Haveron Stormwal (msg # 553):

Gareth senses something too...

[Private to GM: 4 under will]

OOC:
Dice rolls in PM.



[Private to GM:
02:05, Today: Shroud rolled 11 using 3d6.  Will.
Made it by 1.]

OOC:
Dice rolls in PM.




[Private to GM:
02:06, Today: Bechazruhk Burke rolled 12 using 3d6.  Will.
Made it by 2.]

You are all able to percieve the path, although you notice Omar starting to veer toward the right anf back toward the road.

Amelia glides up next to Omar, and takes him under the elbow, guiding him up the path.  She may not understand what was going on, exactly, but she could feel the aversion herself.  Haveron had mentioned the same feeling when they were last here, so she could identify it.

In reply to Amelia Montaigne (msg # 558):

Gareth, oblivious to Omar, is more alert and approaches the road carefully. He is about to cast something, but then refrains, staying alert.

In reply to Gareth (msg # 559):

What there is of a path rises into a hillier region, still with a low cliff rising to the left, and the hills dropping off to the right over the road to Aral.

In reply to Narrator (msg # 560):

Gareth will follow the others, making sure they stick to the path less travelled...

Haveron motions for Burke to take the lead on finding what path their was.  It made sense that not many came this way, with the mental barrier they had experienced.  Thus, the path would be sparse.  It made sense for them to follow the lead of their most experienced woodsman.

Burke moves to come along side Haveron.  As the two walk Burke explains the different sounds small mammals make and why.  Its quite interesting.  Some noises might sound like the animal is angry but its not so.  Its actually a mating call or an invite to be social.  Burke delights in having a captive audience while he imitates the sounds squirrels, chipmunks and other small forest creatures make.



[Private to GM:
Not sure what skill is apporpaite to locate the path and stay on it.  So I rolled Per.  If I cant keep up with the path have Feylan help.  If we cant find it I'll try some spell.



11:18, Today: Bechazruhk Burke rolled 14 using 3d6.  Per.
Made it by 0.]

Haveron smirks at the zeal the woodsman shows for the little things in nature.  It's interesting, and passes the time while they travel, so it's a welcome diversion.  Haveron still takes care to pay attention to his surroundings.  The last thing they needed was to be attacked by the triger, or worse.  Still, it was better than talking Gareth out of chucking fireballs...  Haveron has to smirk wryly to himself at the thought.

In reply to Bechazruhk Burke (msg # 563):

While mst of you have no issue weeding your way through the shrubbery along the faint path, feylan, hackles raised, keeps veering away,ad seems forlorn when redirected. Omar seems to absently drift toward the right, but sheepishly returns when Haveron notices him veering off.

In reply to Narrator (msg # 565):

Gareth walked along, wondering why folk and animals wanted to keep going to the right. It was not right...he keeps checking both sides for an answer...

Haveron stops for a moment, and thoughtfully waits for Omar to approach.  His face creases into a smile, and softens with empathy.  Haveron As the wrinkles on his face become more pronounced, he speaks softly to the man, in a gentle tone.

"There is a spell here, Omar, and it seems to have affected you.  There is no judgement in me saying that.  The owner of these lands does not seem to want visitors, and so the spell is doing what it is supposed to.  Watching you from the outside, I see you turning off the path over and over, almost like your mind does not want to see it. "

He then gestures for Amelia to come over.

"Amelia will guide you through it.  She has experienced it before, and I also prepared her for it when we were last here.  She seems to have resisted it's effects.  As you protect her in battle, let her guide you here.  We must work together to be successful."

With a nod, Haveron then returns to the front of the group, so he can continue the trek up the path.

Omar walks up to his employer, although even that much seems like an effort.  The whole situation seemed confusing.  From what Omar could tell, the path veered off a few steps before he reached Haveron.  He could not understand why Haveron was standing in the broken grass, on what looked like a harder path.  Still, he pauses to hear what his boss has to say.

After Haveron finishes talking, Omar starts to respond before stopping himself.
"This has nothing to do with magic.  The path veers off right there..."

However, upon looking at it again, Haveron is now standing on the path, and the place where Omar was pointing to was broken grass.
"...But...  And Amelia...?

Omar then turns to look at Amelia, who is now standing next to him.  She smiles softly, and nods subtly.  For a moment Omar frowns, and looks at Haveron's back as he walks to the front of the line again.  He shakes his head, and looks at her.
"He wants me to follow you.  A woman...?"

Amelia sighs, and nods patiently.

Omar throws up his hands in a bit of exasperation.
"This is not how my culture works.  Following a woman is like shaking left-handed.  It does not seem right."

After a moment of thought, Omar trots up towards the front, saying over his shoulder "I will follow behind Haveron."

Amelia purses her lips tightly, and frowns.  But she nods, and lets him go.

OOC Amelia will keep track of Omar and keep him on the right path when he wanders off.  He might not accept that guidance, but it's her job.

[Private to GM: I have seen Arabs be somewhat prideful and chauvinist.  Trying to play him that way at least in the beginning stages of things.  He has the arab code of honor after all. ]

In reply to Omar El Nasib (msg # 568):

This handling is good.

Burke travels along with the others and finds himself surprised more than once at Feylans odd behavior.  The wolf is head strong but his continued insistence to wander away isn't like him at all.  But it isn't until Haveron has a talk with Omar that Burke connects the dots.

So the dirty hippy stops for a moment and squats so that he comes face to face with the big wolf.  ”Eh Feylan. The path...”, he points to the ground where the grass is matted down.  ”There is some magic here.  Its foolin' you so that you don't see the path.  But you think you do.  Don't worry though, I see it.  Just follow me.”

When he sees Burke talking to Feylan, Haveron nods silently in their direction.  He'll approach to a safe distance, maybe 5 yards, and kneel down on one knee.  Then, he'll offer Feylan a piece of jerky from his provisions.

Whether the animal takes the dried meat or not, Haveron will stand and continue leading the group, once Burke is ready to go.

Feylan eyes the piece of jerky hungrily.  Thanks to his keen sense of smell he knows what it is long before Haveron gets in position to offer it.  The wolf moves cautiously, mostly trying not to take off a finger or two.  But wolves have too much animal in them and Feylan nips the tips of Haverons fingers by accident.


OOC:
No real damage, just a greedy wolf.

Ready to move on.

Haveron pulls his fingers back at the tip nip, but thankfully his gauntlets took the brunt of it.  He does take a brief second to make sure he has all of his fingers.  Then Haveron smiles, and stands, gesturing for Burke to lead them forward.

OOC Moving right along...