[Events]
>Mosquitoes>>5561683>Water bug>[Rest Point]The plains and forests were familiar places, reminiscent of home.
Distorted and corrupted to monstrous aspects, but they were still in the same shapes.
But now new lands were coming.
The clear sky was covered by giant suspended rock fragments.
Leaving you in twilight at noon, where roots and vines connected in spiral formations to these cloud sanctuaries.
Places where even the water flowed strangely, on the larger floating islands having rising waterfalls.
And the fauna was also alien.
Titanic and amorphous, amoebas given almost recognizable legs and segments that were out of place.
they walked avoiding the rocks and devouring flora in absurd quantities.
The only luck was how slow they were.
And that the giant ticks connected to their skins could not see you.
The air was very humid and cold.
It stuck to the bones unpleasantly.
The expedition was beginning to travel the muddy natural path that had been formed.
Or maybe it was the trail of one of the titanic herbivores in the area.
The rangers weren't sure yet.
The nobleman had secluded himself in one of the cars feigning illness.
But Edda could hear him sob from time to time.
The mercenary was in charge of watching over the body of the convoy.
And canned in armor as heavy as hers, the terrain was giving her too much of a fight.
So she decided to take it off, leaving her only with a thin chain mail.
The iron plates were too much.
Little by little she was removing the pieces and was finding blood staining her clothes.
She felt no pain, but it was worrisome.
So she inspected her skin and found quarter-sized circles covering her from head to toe.
All bleeding as if they were wounds made by superficial cuts.
Other mercenaries and conscripts saw this and started going through their own bodies.
Not all, but many of the people had been nibbled in this way.
And there was no clear explanation as to how it was happening.
The inquisitor was forced to try to solve this quickly, before he lost almost half of his men to blood loss.
What will they do?
>Ointments on the skin to try to avoid them (spends 2d6 Expedition resourcess)>Try to find out what is causing this (Roll 1d20 Nature or other you can argue that would work) (DC: 12)(Failure: Lose 8 Resourcess)>Sacrifice some people to the Things (Roll d10's, when you get a 10 stop rolling dice. The amount of dice rolled is the resourcess you lose.)>Write in>>5561675He can build them at any time, when players decide, it will be done.
