Regeneration

[Anastasia]

"No, I think Tryll's right," Miranda says, "It's exactly the sort of thing that would make sense on Air."

"Trust the birds," Jayne tweets as you go.

Dana takes a long breath and rubs her face, but shuts up.

[Yuthirin]

'See? I'm not crazy.'

[Anastasia]

Thus you return to the storms and  Jayne looks about. She sniffs the air, she looks about wildly.

> roll 1d20+48 Jayne survival, +5 circumstance bonus
<Penuche> Kotono invokes Penuche's magic: < 68 > [d20=20]
> roll 1d20+68 Jayne survival exploding crit
<Penuche> Kotono invokes Penuche's magic: < 85 > [d20=17]

Jayne suddenly turns in one direction and goes off like a shot, "This way!" she chirps triumphantly.

[Yuthirin]

WTF is exploding crit?

Tryll and Calleigh take off after her! "Come on everyone! WHEE!"

[Anastasia]

Certain skill checks on a natural 20 reroll it with a +20 bonus. This can repeat with multiple 20s. You've had a few on occasion.

"No way this works," Dana grumbles, "No fuckin' way."

Benyen merely follows as...

Give me Perceptionf or this next segment.

[Yuthirin]

Tryll[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+48 : 11 + 48, total 59[/blockquote]Calleigh[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+41 : 1 + 41, total 42[/blockquote]

[Anastasia]

Jayne leads you all along, flying ahead like a shot missile.

As you do, the storms calm. The clouds are dark and all is dim, but there is no rain and no thunder, nor any lightning. Instead it grows quiet, save for the gentle murmurs of the wind.

"He runs. He moves."

The winds speak in your ears, very soft but audible to you.

"He runs. He hunts."

Again.

"He runs. He kills."

[Yuthirin]

'Well, that certainly sounds like we're on the right track.' Tryll says.

[Anastasia]

"Yeah, so where is he?" Dana asks as you fly forward.

"This way!" Jayne squawks, darting ahead in the air. "Follow me!"

[Yuthirin]

"Yay! We're finally catching up to him! Her! Does wind have genders?"

[Anastasia]

"Who the fuck CARES?!" Dana exclaims, "It's the fucking wind!"

[Yuthirin]

"I'm a wind princess! I have to care! It's in the rules!" Calleigh shouts back.

[Anastasia]

"Stop it! I see something ahead," Jayne calls, picking up the pace.

[Yuthirin]

Tryll peers ahead!

[Anastasia]

A place with ground. Open fields and open winds, where the grasses are blown by great gusts. It stretches on and ahead, no end to it in sight. No buildings or other creatures - save for places on the grass stained blood red.