LoA: The Komodori Wars

  The ravine shifts and cracks the sandstone, breaking apart the road--down below is a fall over 60 feet deep. Whyrvoar, mad out of his mind, catches alight from the inside and begins running down the streets--unaware of anything around him or anyone.   As you get to Nathbryn... make a dexterity save to keep from falling in the ravine. (She just barely passes, but you guys will do better too if you work together--Nemmy can aid from the air, or help anyone else too since she's flying)   Nemmonis moans in annoyance and dives for the tempest barely grabbing onto him in time. She flys him quickly to her aunt and drops him on his feet   From the safety you're now at, you can see hundreds of dog-sized, cavorting devils with blue skin and cloven hooves crowd the narrow ledges inside the ravine. They fall off with shrieks of horror and delight, dying on impact below.   Alrik hugs Nathbryn and sighs in relief. "Where the fuck is Breehani with her banishme...

  Left to your own devices now, the three of you, masters of power, magic, and mystique, make your way into the outskirts of the town. It's impossible to not draw attention.   Nathbryn doesn't even bother, giving a rather royal wave to a small group of nursemaids and a priest. A few kids running by slam into one another, stunned by the sight of the massive dragonborn waltzing down the street. Whispers and gasps of excitement from some of the women (and men) as the name Tempest buzzes upon their lips.   And of course... Whyrvoar, a sight not often seen outside of orc warbands, draws a massive amount of gasps and awe. He shakes his head, wiggling his ears as they flop side to side. He seems antsy again, but controlled--thankfully from the skilled hand of his partner, as well as the exhausting run through the desert earlier in the day. His eyes roam the streets and gaze up at the mountain peak.   "Well, you definitely know we're here. Just... popping in for ...

  The following morning, The Tempest awakens with the sun as it crests over the rain-soaked dunes and city nestled within. The morning breeze whistling through the glass tree towering above and the desert birds singing morning songs is pleasant to his ears as he gently tries to pry his arm out from under the dark elf and a dark red haired human companion with whom Nathbryn is cuddled up to. He chuckles internally, never thinking he'd ever find himself in a situation where a relationship would be this 'adventurous' as The Scourge puts it.   Careful not to wake the sleeping woman and the trancing dark elf, he creeps out to the balcony, pants and boots in hand dressed in only a robe and his underwear as he lights a cigarette with a small jolt from between his fingers and glances around in his usual fashion of 'high alert but elusive about it being known.   You feel the sleepy heat of the desert begin to creep over each grain of sand, soaking up last night's dow...