A new hill

[Ebiris]

That's a logical assumption, all Chaos aside, so Alicia nods to Queen and begins flying that way.

[Anastasia]

> roll 1d100
<Penuche> Kotono invokes Penuche's magic: < 30 > [d100=30]
> roll 1d100 subtable since chaos
<Penuche> Kotono invokes Penuche's magic: < 17 > [d100=17]

As you fly up, you can hear the sound of water splashing. It's indistinct and not coming from any one source. Unnatural noise, noise that is without being, projected from nowhere to you.

[Ebiris]

"I did hear about a river but this is more like phantasmal sound," Alicia says, looking around.

Any magic?

[Anastasia]

Yes. Magic projects that sound from everywhere.

"It's like it's from everywhere," Sulia says, "Magic to do so, strong and consistent."

"Trickery?" Queen asks, drawing her blade smoothly.

[Ebiris]

Alicia spends a moment sharpening her senses before discerning more about the magic.

Take 10 for 101 on divine insight/guidance of avatar spellcraft so I can hit DC 85 identify caster.

[Anastasia]

You spend a minute of time as Queen keeps guard and Sulia is at the ready.

Nothing. Which means it was cast by an item or some other force, not a living creature.

You can study the unique signature of a spell that's already in place and effect to discern who the spellcaster is. This reveals the name of the spellcaster, though no other information is provided. Spells cast by magic items or other inanimate objects reveal nothing. Discovering the caster of a spell takes one minute of study.

[Ebiris]

"Can't tell who's casting it, I think it's generated naturally - if still using magic," Alicia says. "Lets keep going and get over the rock, see what we can see from there."

[Anastasia]

It's humid.

It grows humid as you fly up to the top of the rock - and you see it below, where it wasn't moments ago. A vast river, larger than even the Oceanus or Styx as its biggest, swells down below. In the great river are countless slaads of every color - even white slaad. Black slaad are also there, along the banks.

Slaad fight.

Slaad fuck.

Slaad scream.

Slaad frolic.

The slaad all swim upstream and in the same direction.

You see a black slaad on the shore grab a blue slaad up. It is little more than night with two white eyes, and before your eyes it rips the blue slaad apart like tissue paper. It eats the wiggling caterpillars that emerge from within and lets the pumpkins fall into the waters, where other slaad devour them.

Four green slaad swim ahead, conjoined together with stitches as if they were stuffed toys. Anything they pass by begins to bleed from a dozen cuts, and from which sparkling green quartz rains out in place of blood.

The slaad of the libraries swims onward, the catatonic essay entered excellently before you.

The one with the shape of an ape and with twenty two eyes looks onward, as a white slaad pounces on it. Blood and tearing follow, nothing left behind but the essence of a sigh, which marches off to its fate downriver.

In the depths of the water you see a thousand praying githzerai, chained down and chanting meaningless words. From them come the words that speak of colors and tastes, the taste of roasted ham joined with a garnish of sea green.

[Ebiris]

Alighting on the rock and looking down, Alicia says... "I'm not sure what I expected. It probably should have been this but it wasn't," in a resigned tone.

[Anastasia]

Empress Sulia stands next to you with a frown. "It's madness," she tears her gaze away, "Do not look too long at it. There is meaning but not coherent meaning."

Queen stands on you other side and looks down at the strange river, "No, you're wrong. Everything is an individual expression. It's not madness, it's perfect individuality. A song sung differently by each singer." A pause, "But they are not strong enough. They need a firm hand to guide them. They need a queen."

[Ebiris]

"Well what they have is some kind of stone... are they all swimming away from it after spawning or are they swimming towards it for some sort of pilgrimage?" Alicia looks in either direction of the river for clues.

[Anastasia]

Both directions go on farther than you can see without an answer.

"We could ask one," Sulia says at last, "But the problems with that are manifest."

[Ebiris]

"They'll see us regardless," Alicia observes, studying the slaad a bit despite the caution against doing so.

Basically trying to sense motive or knowledge or something to get a clue as to whether they're newly spawned or not.

[Anastasia]

Give me SM and K:P, sure.

[Ebiris]

[19:56] <@Ebiris> roll 1d20+72 sense motive, divine insight
[19:56] <Penuche> Ebiris invokes Penuche's magic: < 76 > [d20=4]
[19:56] <@Ebiris> roll 1d20+71 planes, divine insight
[19:56] <Penuche> Ebiris invokes Penuche's magic: < 86 > [d20=15]