The party found themselves, as they so often do of late, in a strange waking dream whilst recuperating at Stormwatch. It appeared, however, that this time the entity or beings they were directed into conflict against had contacted them directly. As opposed to the stark wasteland that these encounters were normally set in, this meeting lacks any defining form. Rather it was grey and indistinct in all directions, but for all the emptiness, felt extremely confined.
The Other appealed directly to the party and spoke as cryptically as its opponents. While stile using the same mental crowdspeak, it was less cacophonous as well. It explained that the final piece was not in a ruin as the party had previously seen, and was guarded by something entirely outside the normal defenses seen. For whatever reason, neither side could sense out from this one. The conversation was cut short when an outside force, the adventurers assuming it to be the Collective of Dream Figures, severed the connection forcefully. They came to all having sleep walked to stand around the black crystal Calder had taken from the ruin in the sunken cave. As they awoke, the crystals helping the pendant locate hidden ruins had sent beams of energy to shatter the black one.
Agreeing that they had learned all that they could about their destination, the party made ready to once again hit the road. Final words of caution were given by the outpost commander, Kildak. The lands they were headed into were inhabited by the descendants of the colonists who had rejected the advance of industry and embraced a nomadic lifestyle. Their customs were many and varied from tribe to tribe. They had the potential to be dangerous opponents, but also useful allies if treated correctly.
As the forest and mountains faded into the horizon behind them, a vast rolling plain of swept grass rose up to greet them. Not one week into their journey a powerful thunderstorm severely slowed their progress. As the downpour worsened, they finally were forced to take shelter under a massive oak tree upon a hill. As the worst of the rains came upon them, an extremely rare sight was seen. A fabled titan known as a Storm Sheppard was guiding the storm across the plains. Seeking not to anger it into unnecessary combat, they did not step into the rain and thus it’s senses, save Woomera. In a show of bravery, she stood in the path of its advance and did not back down. Answered only by a pealing boom of thunder, they watched as it slowly made it’s way elsewhere.
As they came to the banks of the massive river that split the continent, a jumbled mass of hoof prints were fund. Waeslyn quickly set about determining when and how many left them whilst Woomera flew as high as she could to try and spy them. To the north were found an encampment on the riverbank, and it was agreed that friend or foe, it would be best to meet this nomad tribe sooner rather than later.