Ratwarden’s magic bubble heated up and vibrated. He could hear a sharp wheezing of the wind and feel a strong draft through his fingers. At first the orb only reflected sunlight, but quickly a distant glow grew within it, promising a sunny day to come. It would get warm, really warm later on. Now the temperature was still rather comfortable if even a bit chilly in the shade of the ship at least, but as the sun climbed on it would get unbearably hot as in as hot as inside one of the poorly ventilated engine rooms back in Arcanz. The air would be moist, but a strong wind would keep the clouds from raining over at the shore and push them to the mountains in the south. The sea before them would likely grow rowdy due to the winds.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC result</div><div class="spoiler_body">Temperature will climb from 73°F (22°C) to 97°F (36°C), air moisture will be high due to this being close to a big body of water and a jungle, but wind speed of 20 mph (32 kph) will push the rising moisture all the way to the south very quick. </div></div><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://img04.deviantart.net/6f04/i/2016/029/6/e/goblin_mage_by_nicholaskole-d9pq6cf.jpg)</div><br/>The tall humanoid guards lowered the tips of their weapons towards the party as Vyx approached, though they did not move forward. Some of the hooded goblins widened their stance and began chanting something. Elemental energies appeared between their palms. They were ready for a fight. The leader of the goblins, a wrinkled old goblin with small shreds of hair on his otherwise bald bluish head and swollen red eyes raised his staff to stop the others. He spoke to his fellows, “Khruun. Dar. Daan agaan khruur maagaan duun dhec an.”<br/><br/>The rest lowered their guard, though some hesitated a bit. The tall warriors all straightened their backs and returned to a proper posture. Close up the group could see just how young these masked guardians were. Their bodies were chiseled with muscle, the only imperfections on their oddly colored skin were scars. Some of the women even had a slightly bulging belly, hinting that they were pregnant. Among the goblins there were also different types. Those old and twisted by a life of magic as the leader and those young and pretty not much different from halflings by any other attribute than the color of their skin.<br/><br/>The youngsters though stayed quiet as their leader continued, “Daal'duulkaan tec Huul. Daan daan Huukec daal'duulkaan o duun or molkaan akuurthaan oc daan kac. Dar an ar dar rhec o maagaan? Khruur dar A muukhaan dhuur daan dac khruukhec rhor haalaan der tec Huul.” His mannerism seemed mostly friendly and understanding and the chieftain knew how to work his intention through to his expression. His eyes looked at the group with curiosity and reverence. His tone was respectful and earnest.<br/><br/>The other goblins waited patiently. One of the elder ones said something in goblin to the humanoid guards and half of them began to fall in line after her and follow back into the town.