Basically<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">this</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=269123.msg13307627#msg13307627">Quote from: Laughing Hyena on 28-06-2017, 16:04:00</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">With the party now having made their choices on where to go and what to do, the majority had decided to take care of the Dryad, because the less dangerous the woods were, the better the camp would be in the long run and they could make a potential move for the captive servants being ushered towards the Flesh Bazaars. The bugbear that was held hostage was still wanting to hold out on the information until they swore to release him. He valued his life more so than his fellow peers and no vow was needed to make him abandon his peers. And he points out that the girls were already probably known to the raiders because on of their number were saved by the Dire Wolves. So if he had gone back to warn them, then more than likely they were already aware of the potential of being pursued. The questions of how the camp was found by these packs of savages would have to wait for now.<br/><br/>So they would make their preparations and make ready to head food the woods of the Dryad Siala. She was in peril if her woods were being tainted by whatever black force was abound. Marching south west of the camp, the first few hours gave no indication of the potential for danger. However past the fourth hour, they would note how the trees looked more older, the bark a more grey color rather than a healthy brown. Looking up the leaves were pale red in coloring, the branches were sagging almost under the weight. The grass looked dry as if it had not seen water in a long time. Indeed it looked as though the very ground was being sapped of its precious resources. Nothing ill happens for the next hour or so. <br/><br/>The chirping of the birds continues though it's becoming more and more hushed the deeper you have headed into the woods. However as you move deeper into the woods, you notice something odd up ahead. There was an animal up ahead, a herd of grey and white wild horses that was currently trying to graze off the grass. Quietly adjusting itself, they began moving away from the party, closer towards a nearby number of trees in order to try and give some space towards potential predators. Most horses would be a bit more willing to take flight in the presence but perhaps they are simply just that desperate for nourishment that they are willing to risk a band of humanoids approaching them.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div></div></div><br/>and<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">this</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=269123.msg13314614#msg13314614">Quote from: Laughing Hyena on 01-07-2017, 12:47:09</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Something was wrong with some of the horses. A few birds had perched upon their heads and moved about without any concern. Indeed some of them weren't moving at all. Completely still almost like statues. Indeed the most perceptive of the bunch of you does note that a number of the horses are intact statues. Some perfectly, immaculately carved out, nearly lifelike with them reared up in surprise. Some had toppled over frozen completely and were... being consumed by the other horses. Not even being consumed more like rubbed against and bits of their stone bodies were being broken off and dissolved. Indeed, one of the birds that had perched upon it was sinking into one of the moving "horses" before it was ejected the bird flying away rather quickly. Apparently these things cannot consume flesh but inorganic materials like stone are in their diet. As the girls conversed with one another, one of the horses looks up, their neck turning completely around to do such like an owl's head would right at the group. <br/><br/>Whatever they were, they weren't friendly looking in their approach. Even if they couldn't consume flesh these things still harbor no good will towards you and that much was certain. Especially after one heard them "speak". The girls felt some kind of otherworldly presence touch their minds, a tone neutral voice in their heads. Some kind of magic allowed these things to speak in broken language switching from voice to voice. <strong><em>"Hosts... new vessels... young."</em></strong> Indeed other "horses" were approaching but falling apart, losing shape when they moved, as if completely boneless. But they were much more faster than they looked despite the lack of a proper skeleton or structure to their bodies.<br/><br/>(OOC: Neither group is surprised, Roll for Initiative)<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div></div></div><br/><br/>But no we didn't split up