Miasma (Moore, 86 days left)

[Anastasia]

Smoke.

As you expect, the air is foul with smoke, held back and purified by your necklace. You stand on a rocky road that stretches farther than you can see in either direction. The air is thick with foulness, everything foggy and smoke-misty ahead, making visibility extremely poor.

[Nephrite]

Thankfully, this is why his glasses have true seeing cast on them. He looks around and decides to try something -- magic!

Find the Path is being used to hopefully lead to  Sarem Dizal. They may have it teleport-blocked but do they have it completely warded!?

[Anastasia]

No such luck - the spell simply fails.

[Nephrite]

Moore nods. Figures. In that case they'll just have to do as he was instructed -- follow the path. But if they're in the center... hmm...

He'll just have to start in a direction and see what happens. He picks a random one and starts to fly along.

No real options here except to look around. Hopefully True Seeing will uncover something along the way.

[Anastasia]

Along the path, to be clear?

[Nephrite]

Yes.

[Anastasia]

> roll 1d100
<Serith> Kotono roll for Serith < 31 > [d100=31]

The four of you begin to wander.

Finnegan takes point, leading on with spear out and gaze sweeping. "We're asking to be ambushed like this," he says, "Our visibility's too compromised."

Jetina nods to herself and then speaks aloud, "I think you're right, the natives will know how to deal with it better than we can. So long as we can take the initial ambush, I can fix everything back to how it should be."

"Yeah, but I'll give myself a penny to avoid being hurt rather than pay a gold piece to a healer to fix them," Finnegan says, "Accepting injury and ambush is an accursed strategy."

Prince Westwind laughs, "If anything is so foolish to attack us while I am here, they will not long regret the mistake."

[Nephrite]

"I know what you mean, Finnegan." Moore says. "But Prince Westwind is right -- if anything even tries to attack us, they're going to regret it. Besides, if they do, then we know we're on the right track to find the devil hideaway."

[Anastasia]

"Yes, we can't do much about Smoke's nature," Westwind soars on, bringing up the rear and keeping half a watch behind the party. "So let us accept is and focus on what we can do instead."

"Still, I'm glad I'm here, since no amount of pennies has ever saved someone from getting hurt in battle," Jetina snaps off, "Otherwise the rich would never bleed."

"Yeah, but the rich usually end up bleeding because they have too many pennies," Finnegan banters back. "Funny how that works out."

[Nephrite]

"You're all here because you need to be." Moore agrees.

"...Actually, hold on a moment. That gives me an idea." He looks around and then looks down. "Allow me a moment."

Moore closes his eyes and draws on the history -- the events that happened here. Maybe, just maybe...

He's using his Permanent Emanation of Hindsight to go 29 Weeks. He's hoping that in that time A Devil or two may have passed through the same area they're in now. According to the spell: Exact wording and details are lost, but you know all the participants and the highlights of the conversations and events that took place.

[Anastasia]

Roll and post 1d100, Moore.

[Nephrite]

[14:33] <Nephrite> roll 1d100
[14:33] <Serith> Nephrite roll for Serith < 41 > [d100=41]

[Anastasia]

Images. So many creatures - mostly natives of smoke, smoke para elementals and the like. Travelers of all races. A few who chose this spot as a camping sight. But there. You see one useful point - a single barbed devil traveling with several barbazu, pausing briefly here before going in the opposite direction.

[Nephrite]

"Aha." Moore says as he pulls himself out of his trance. "We're going the wrong way."

He turns around around to travel back in the opposite direction!

I'd say we'll travel about half an hour before he'll try again unless they happen to run across some devils by chance.

[Anastasia]

Thus the party turns around.

"Really? How'd you tell?" Jetina asks, "Some sort of magic?"