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[Sirus]

Keyleth picks up her pack and stands up. She's ready to leave.

[My Name is Immaterial]

David murmurs a quick prayer to Enkol, and sketches an arrow in the air, casting Know Direction, giving a +2 to navigate in natural terrain with Nature.

Roll to navigate: d20 + 7 + 2 + map bonus = 14 + map bonus.

((Quick question about that those magic items you gave out: do they give +1 to the score or to the bonus?

[Tawa]

((Score.))

David spots the temple in the distance and sees almost no real hinderance on the way there other than the forest. You can get there by midday if you start now.

[ShadowHammer]

Upon finding Gararhn gone, Rhogar says, Well, that was sudden, but not actually very surprising. He then packs his stuff, and once everyone else is ready, sets off in the direction of David's arrow.

[My Name is Immaterial]

David quickly and efficiently packs his things, making sure to store the Helmet of Wisdom in his pack. He needs not the armor nor the benefit it provides. He also doesn't trust it entirely either. Who just hands out powerful magical artifacts to inexperienced adventurers? Someone with an ulterior motive, that's who.

"I am ready. It's this way."

[mastahcheese]

Cromwell gets up, not even noticing anyone's gone.
He polishes his new boots, and smiles widely.

"Anyone want to race?"

[My Name is Immaterial]

David gets a big smile on his face. "You had me at 'race'. Everyone just follow us! We should be there before the sun is at it's highest!"
Move: Run (Move speed+2=8)
Standard: Charge towards the temple (Move 6 towards target)
Repeat.

Possibly relevant rolls:
Athletics: 10+11=21
Endurance: 1+0=1

((...
...
Shit.))

[mastahcheese]

((I HAVE BOOTS OF SPEED, SON))

[My Name is Immaterial]

((I'm a Goliath. I don't turn down a competition. It would be a stain on my honor.))

[mastahcheese]

((I'm a Goliath. I don't turn down a competition. It would be a stain on my honor.))

((My boots give me +2 to speed, making me at 8, for a standard move.
I get +10 to athletics, and +5 to endurance.

Let's dance))

[My Name is Immaterial]

((I can't dance. Dex was my dump stat.))

((Edit: I would like to point out that I have more nature than you, RANGER.))

[ShadowHammer]

((Are we supposed to be doing our own rolls now?))

Rhogar accepts your challenge! A race? Have at thee, good sirs!

((If doing our own rolls, here they are:
Athletics: 5+8 = 13
Endurance: 6+8 = 14))

[The Ensorceler]

Shortly before the race, Perrin whips up a fresh batch of Id Moss Powder.

"Huh. A race, is it?"
Time for some underhanded maneuvers.

Run (6 + 2): Take to the trees! (Acrobatics: 13 + 12 = 25)
Run, Silent Stalker (6 + 2): Channel my inner flying squirrel and/or midget Tarzan and silently continue. (Acrobatics: 4 + 12 = 16)

(Athletics: 7 + 2 = 9, Endurance = 16 + 2)

[Sirus]

Keyleth watches as some of the group races away, somewhat confused. The fact that she could simply fly and probably beat everyone there never occurred to her.

[Zako]

Erza snorts at the antics of the others and threads an arm around one of Keyleth's.

"I think we'll just let you idiots tire yourselves out while we just take our time."

Seeing the afore mentioned idiots race off, she starts walking towards the temple with a small huff and a smile to her friend.

"You know Keyleth, I think I'm liking you more and more. Not running off like those idiots, it's clear you've got a sense of class and sensibility that they lack. I'm so glad we're friends!"