conversations.from: system
conversations.value: ROLEPLAY_MODE: Develop the plot slowly, always stay in character. Describe all actions in full, elaborate, explicit, graphic, and vivid detail. Mention all relevant sensory perceptions. Keep the story immersive and engaging.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Volos: Legacy of Darkath    
   The Lands of Darkath 
   The nights in Derlin were longer than Nathindia or Akila would have remembered, and the temperatures were not constant. While the day reached heights of heat akin to that of roaring flame, the nights would remain hot well into the later hours of the night. Certian pockets of air would plunge the temperatures below the point of freezing and once this happened it would remain so for the rest of the night. While Naoise and Akila would remain comfortable on his flying carpet, Neltharaku and Nathindia would fly on Brightwing. The steed was strong, but even a celestial Drakkensteed needed a rest from time to time.
  
  Nergal remained cross legged on the carpet, looking up toward the stars. It appeared he was trying memorize them. Every so often he would jot a note down in his spellbook before going right back to star gazing. A strange screeching sound could easily be heard from far below. It appeared that a monsterous scorpion was having a fine meal. 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Izek: Naoise kept an eye on Nergal unable to accept his brother's new attitude. It didnt do a man good to trust someone who had betrayed you. But one thing nagged the young wizard...why had his brother forsaken their father? He who had been the favored son, he who had always gotten what he had desired. " Why, " he whispered...
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Neltharaku: Neltharaku, aware that Brightwing cannot carry both he and Nathindia indefinitely, instructs his celestial friend to carry Nathindiaand to fly next to him. Speaking to Nathindia, he says,  "Brightwing is tiring. He is strong and dutiful, but he cannot carry us both for long. As I am the heavier of us, I will fly next to him, while you will remain in the saddle due to your lack of wings."  Neltharaku, seeing her trepidation, quickly replies.  "If you need me, pound on his back, and he will tell me that something is wrong. Even in this darkness, I can sense where he is. If you wish, I can tie you into the saddle, so that you may sleep without fear of falling." 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Nathinida: Nathinida stares down Neltharaku.  "As long as he dose not do any more tricks im fine with it."  She chuckles.  "I can always sleep in my snake form so i can curl around the reins."  She then goes back to gazing at the landscape and taking notes on the differences in her book.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Volos: Seeing his brother so deep in thought, Negral would scoot closer to him on the carpet, handing him a piece of scroll paper. Without a word, he would go back to making odd notes and staring up at the stars. A strong wind would buffet the party, trying to knock them back. The wind was more than any mere gust, it seemed to pick up speed and furiosity. Soon it was threatening to knock them out of the sky. 
   
   Spoiler 
   I will roll everyone's saves, being that it speeds things up. Saves, search checks, attacks of opprotunity, and other checks that I need quick results I will roll for you. Attack rolls, damage, and the fun stuff is for you guys to roll. 
  
  Reflex DC 28 or take  (2d8)[ 12 ]  lethal damage
  Fort DC 20 or be blown back  (2d6)[ 7 ] x10 feet, take  (2d6)[ 10 ]  non-leathal and begin to fall.
  
  Huge Size (No chance to be blown back)
  For Brightwing :: Ref  (1d20+5)[ 7 ] 
  
  Large Size (or effectively so carpeted one...)
  For Naoise :: Fort (1d20+9)[ 10 ]  Ref  (1d20+10)[ 30 ] 
  For Neltharaku :: Fort (1d20+22)[ 29 ]  Ref  (1d20+9)[ 11 ] 
  For Akila :: Fort (1d20+21)[ 37 ]  Ref  (1d20+14)[ 26 ] 
  
  Non-fliers
  Nathindia :: Ref  (1d20+16)[ 22 ] 
  Geo :: Ref  (1d20+2)[ 16 ] 
  Nergal :: Ref  (1d20+10)[ 29 ] 
   
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Neltharaku: Neltharaku roars, to get his friend's attention.  "Down! A storm is coming! If it catches us in the air, we'll be torn to shreds!"  He urges Brightwing down, plummeting out of the sky and holding Nathindia tight to his chest, almost crushing her in his attempt to prevent her from falling. He clutches his holy symbol, praying to Bahamut for guidance, asking Him to lead them to a safe landing zone.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Nathinida: Nathindia casts Ebon Eyes so she can now see in the dark. As they are heading towards the ground she starts looking for shelter. Large enough for there group to fit in safely.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Izek: Naoise is ripped from his thoughts by the massive storm. He had heard tales of these storms, horrid things which could strip the flesh from a mans bones. His familiar grasped onto his leg, not wanting to fall deep into the earth from such a terrible height...
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Volos: The sudden gust of wind seems to have taken Naoise by surprise, sending him, his carpet, and his brother flailing into the winds as well as plummeting toward the ground. Netharaku remounts Brightwing and sends the group hurling towards the ground, hoping to find safety on solid land. Nathindia attempts to cast her spell to grant herself darkvision. 
  
  @Nathindia
   
   Spoiler 
  Ebon Eyes, Concentration DC 23 (11 for spell +12 for damage taken)
   (1d20+5)[ 23 ] 
  If you fail the check you cannot cast the spell and remain oblivious to any visual information.
   
  
   Another gust of wind assaults Brightwing and those on his back. The torrent of winds seperates Naoise from his brother. Sands choke the air and what was previously strong winds has now turned into a full fledged sandstorm. Akilia, aside from being shaken by the winds, seems to be able to continue her flight. She would dive as well, just to find safety with the others. 