Gearing up (Moore, Ithea)

[Anastasia]

Add the wheat and corn to your sheet, Ithea.

> roll 1d100 85+ random encounter
<Kobot> Super_Sunshine_Ko rolled 1d100 85+ random encounter --> [ 1d100=45 ]{45}

The group begins to travel on. It's quiet immediately, and in this silence, Crystal speaks up. "Do you plan on eating that?" she asks, looking to Ithea. "Can food grown as such be trusted? It seems unnatural."

[Merc]

"I was going to gift it to 27. Whether he plants it or eats it is up to him. If it's good enough for those slaad, it's good enough for 27. Probably."

Will do, chief.

[Anastasia]

Crystal seems content with that. From here the party advances further on.

> roll 1d100 87
<Kobot> Super_Sunshine_Ko rolled 1d100 87 --> [ 1d100=38 ]{38}

The next hours are silent in this misty realm. No disturbances, only further travel. Crystal is ahead in the thick mists, barely visible - until she stops cold. "Oof!" she cries, the sound of her and Hope smacking into something hard.

[Nephrite]

"Oh, Miss Crystal, are you all right?" Moore calls out, staying where he is to avoid crashing into anything else.

[Anastasia]

"Merely bruised," she calls back, voice slightly muffled. "I fear we have hit an unseen barrier."

[Nephrite]

Unseen? Well, that has to be magical, doesn't it? Just in case, Moore casts a few spells!

Improvisation and then Detect Magic.

[Anastasia]

Do you see invisible or anything like that, Moore?

[Nephrite]

I do not.

[Merc]

Ithea attempts to detect magic as well, and tries to find the length of boundary for this field.

Detect Magic from Ithea, and if noted something is there, she can do See Invis as well.

[Anastasia]

Ithea goes forward, seeing an invisible barrier of soft golden light. Stille advances as well, "How curious, to bring to mind Aurora's own defenses."

Spellcraft, both of you.

[Merc]

[21:53] <@Sailor_Mercury> roll d20+42 spellcraft
[21:53] <Kobot> Sailor_Mercury rolled d20+42 spellcraft --> [ 1d20=3 ]{45}

[Nephrite]

[23:05] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+28+9 Spellcraft
[23:05] <Kobot> Nephrite rolled 1d20+28+9 Spellcraft --> [ 1d20=2 ]{39}

[Anastasia]

Kobot rolls, alright.

It's a wall of force. Sort of. Far larger than one, extended greatly. From the slight curve and the magic, you can estimate its in the shape of a massive sphere rather than a wall. It's also somewhat weaker than a typical wall of force. Sufficient might should be able to bowl through it, but it'll need to happen in a single, overwhelming strike.

[Nephrite]

Moore scratches his head. "Well, I think we can break through it if we all attack it together, but... it begs the question, why is it here?"

[Anastasia]

"IS the ship ahead?" Stille asks, "Perhaps another scavenger is guarding his territory?"

Crystal rubs her chin and stares ahead hard, "I don't know," she replies. "But that would make sense. Unless the slaad did it, in which case no further reason is desired or needed."