The travel towards the wizened voice was the first time Norrlia had ever left the remains of the monastery. What was this voice? Why was it calling? Could it be the voice of the Golden Goddess? Or maybe echoes of the past for the people lost in the fires? Or maybe, just maybe, it was a sign in the direction of those [i]bastards[/i] that burnt down the only home she had ever known.

For her first trip across the lands it seemed to go well - - kind of. The blonde found herself using the once thought of as ‘useless’ skills the monks had taught her to carry her on her journey. The ability to speak Goblin and even Orc showed its usefulness while trekking across the lands all the while chasing that voice inside of her head. “Where are you?” She muttered to herself as she powered up a hill and the land was exposed to her at the top. The wave of unease spread across her as the heat of the situation she was in became even more apparent; what on earth did she actually get herself into by following the voice in her head.

Around her sat a waiting group of people, where they called by the Golden Goddess as well? Her small hand reached out and touched the invisible barrier to find they were not allowed entry yet. “Interesting…” She muttered under her breath, her elven ears twitched in discomfort as she pulled her hand back and scanned the small group around her. “Very interesting indeed…”

Once more people arrived and the realization set in that this was no longer a single person journey, the weight of the situation set it and she slid her hands into the pockets of her pants. When the group began to venture forward, the barrier giving way, she focused on the path ahead; seeking any sort of sign that someone or something else had been on the path before them.

[hider=Dice Roll][url=
https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/11781
]Norrlia’s roll: 
Investigation check: 16[/url]
[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/11783]Nature check: 17[/url][/hider]