Gearing up (Moore, Ithea)

[Anastasia]

Marching order? May matter here.

[Nephrite]

Crystal, Ithea, Stille, Moore?

[Anastasia]

The party begins to advance in the fog, Crystal leading the way. You hardly get 100ft in when suddenly a great gust of wind comes from ahead, barreling into the party.

Strength checks, y'all.

[Merc]

[00:20] <Merc> roll d20+22 str check
[00:20] <Kobot> Merc rolled d20+22 str check --> [ 1d20=8 ]{30}

[Nephrite]

[08:13] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+2 (+8 more if Improvisation is still working from earlier)
[08:13] <Kobot> Nephrite rolled 1d20+2 (+8 more if Improvisation is still working from earlier) --> [ 1d20=20 ]{22}
[08:13] <Nephrite> Aaaand it doesn't matter.

[Anastasia]

> roll 1d20+10 Hope
<Kobot> Ko-NitorisImpossibleDemand rolled 1d20+10 Hope --> [ 1d20=17 ]{27}
> roll 1d20+36 Crystal ride to moot her needing a check since Hope crushed it
<Kobot> Ko-NitorisImpossibleDemand rolled 1d20+36 Crystal ride to moot her needing a check since Hope crushed it --> [ 1d20=2 ]{38}
> roll 1d20+6 Stille
<Kobot> Ko-NitorisImpossibleDemand rolled 1d20+6 Stille --> [ 1d20=12 ]{18}

A savage wind plows into the party, nearly knocking all of you back. But everyone is surprisingly ready and strong, able to resist it for the long seconds it takes to die out. Whew. Not a single person moved.

Crystal's hair is wild after that, blowing straight back in the wind. "Hold...and advance," she calls, spurring Hope on once the gale has ebbed.

[Merc]

Ithea advances, watchful of any other sudden bursts of wind. "Was that natural or some sort of attack to get us out of the area? I didn't have time to focus on checking it for traces of magic."

[Nephrite]

"I don't know enough about this plane, but I can't imagine it was natural. Where would it come from?" Moore asks rhetorically ask they continue on.

[Merc]

Ithea shrugs. "Well, when I meant natural, I mostly meant that it wasn't an attack. Simply based on the geography of the place it could be possible, even if unlikely. We'll find out as we move forward."

[Anastasia]

"I doubt it," Stille says, "Doubtless more interference remains, especially if our treasure ship is ahead."

[Nephrite]

Moore nods. "Well, either way, they're not going to deter us with just some wind and a barrier!"

[Merc]

Ithea chuckles. "With our luck, we'll find a bunch of evil beings planning an apocalypse, stop them after a hard fought battle and find out there was no treasure to be found here and still have more of the deep ethereal to search. And the only reason we'd have stumbled onto them is because they had a massive force field in the middle of nowhere."

[Anastasia]

"I fear the fate makers of Mechanus are now a-tizzy with activity," Stille says, shaking his head with his own laugh. "For we have tempted fate head on, and what fate would pass that chance?"

[Nephrite]

"I am certain that we'll find ourselves exactly where we need to be." Moore agrees. Well, it's sort of an agreement, anyway.

[Anastasia]

Forging ahead, the party soon comes to it. Ahead is a vast, broken ship floating in the Deep Ethereal. It's hazy and perhaps 100ft ahead, coming up on it from the side. The fog's thinner here, just enough to see the outline of it.