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Post by Killer_DM on Aug 2, 2016 12:52:03 GMT -6
The troop encountered no more threats that day. In fact, as evening fell they felt that they were doing well together. They had a source of water and while the food wasn't the most palatable, it would do until things got serious. They were a batch of survivors; only hardened by the trials of the past. Sure, they all had their habits and psychotic quirks, but that was the unwritten part of folk tales and legends.
They once again shouldered their packs and began the travel along the trail, only pausing briefly when they encountered the obelisk marking the trail's fork. The desert grew flatter and the moon was close to full, allowing a view of the sands stretching out before them. The dunes started to change into hills of craggy stone that jutted out in weird angles in the moonlight. Stones became their new path as the trail winded through the rough terrain. While the dwarves were comforted by this change, the others found it unsuitable to travel as the gravel kept them glancing down from stumbling on hidden perils.
As the night came closer to an end, it was decided that camp would have to be made somewhere yet again. Would they look for a spot somewhere about the crags, hoping to find a cave or crevasse? Or would they attempt some other plan of action?
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Post by galateap on Aug 2, 2016 14:06:42 GMT -6
Knowing the party would need to rest soon, Galatea searched the horizon for any signs of something resembling shelter. "I'll go ahead and see if I can find anything. Don't hold your breath, though." She increased her strides and jogged ahead.
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Post by Killer_DM on Aug 2, 2016 15:18:25 GMT -6
Almost immediately Galatea's sharp elven eyes picked out what be a small cave a little off the trail to the right. She bounded over the terrain effortlessly and after a few minutes was able to return to the party and confirm her suspicions. [Very good die roll in Kass' favor.]
"It's unoccupied and should fit us comfortably." She stated as she made to lead the group to her find.
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Post by thirtylives on Aug 2, 2016 20:05:49 GMT -6
"You know" Lucky mused as they made their way to the cave "I've been wondering if any of you had thoughts on how we will defeat the demon the next time we encounter him." He coughed "I mean, it's not like *I* haven't fought demons before - so many I can't even keep count of them, you know what I speak of - but for those here who perhaps haven't encountered their kind before, are there any general methods to..ehrm...surviving such an encounter?"
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Post by scottenkainen on Aug 3, 2016 7:59:33 GMT -6
Despite their desperate plight, Arristuun had chuckled a few times during the day thinking about Thorsan rolling in coins like a dragon. Had the crazy dwarf not almost killed him in his berskerker rages a few times in the past, the river ranger and he could have been friends.
Arristuun had been looking for tracks as best he could by moonlight through the night's journey and was glad for Galatea's predawn discovery.
While searching around the cave for tracks, Arristuun answered Bit's musings. "Well, what I expect will happen is, that demon-like thing will look for shelter in the bottom of some big, deep dungeon. Their kind tends to feel safer in spots like that, I guess. If we're lucky, we'll find the dungeon and it will have weaker monsters on the higher levels that we can hone our demon-fighting skills against. And dungeons usually have magic weapons squirreled away in them. I'm hoping for something to replace my javelins of lightning because -- frankly -- I'm fresh out of them finally.
"But that's how I expect it will go down, anyway..."
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Post by Killer_DM on Aug 3, 2016 9:58:26 GMT -6
Arristuun did see the evidence of this particular cave being used in the past as a campsite. It did not seem to be recently used, however. There was light soot on the ceiling towards the entrance. Any remains of a fire or pit had been covered up well, perhaps by those that were very good at covering up evidence of their camp. Dervishes, outdoorsmen or elves had these similar good habits. As for tracks, he did not see any. The stone never made it easy, but he was sure that if anyone had been though here in the last few days he'd be able to tell due to the state of the dust and gravel.
There was also no animal spoor in the immediate area.
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Post by thirtylives on Aug 3, 2016 11:25:49 GMT -6
"Really?" Bit responded "Because that's sounds like all of the heroic tales we would use in our troupe. Trithax the Terrible and his cave. Porthos The Pernicious and his Volcano. Oh, and what about Brycliine The Brash and his Mountain Lair? You're saying that those stories have the rough outlines right about what adventurers go though?"
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Post by galateap on Aug 3, 2016 11:31:10 GMT -6
Galatea was looking for a good spot to lay which gave a good view of any points of ingress. "I really don't care about such myths and legends. They're good for entertainment and life lessons but not predicting how you'll actually fair in a battle. As for where the demons might be hiding, we'll just all have to keep our eyes, ears and nostrils open for signs of danger. Keep the fire under the soot-covered areas and disturb as little of the dust as possible. After we pack up, we can resettle it to hide our path."
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Post by thirtylives on Aug 3, 2016 15:49:56 GMT -6
"Still, I wouldn't ming having an epic written about my adventures some day, true or not" Bit said wistfully. "In fact, I'd be more than happy with something along the lines of 'Lucky Lived!'or 'Bithautor And His Ten Original Fingers'" He said smirking.
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Post by galateap on Aug 3, 2016 16:11:51 GMT -6
"You've already thought of titles? You bored or wishful?" Galatea sat down and started sharpening her swords. "The last one sounds like it would be very easy to make a parody. 'Bit and His Ten "Talented" Fingers' or 'Bit and His Ten "Magical" Fingers'..." She started giggling at the seemingly endless possibilities.
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Post by thirtylives on Aug 3, 2016 17:24:48 GMT -6
"Well, some say my weapons display is fairly impressive" Bit said with a wink and a laugh.
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Post by galateap on Aug 3, 2016 17:28:35 GMT -6
Galatea chuckled, "When did your hand start talking to you?"
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Post by thirtylives on Aug 3, 2016 18:26:45 GMT -6
Bit guffawed "You know, with wit like that, you are always welcome to appear as a guest with my dear Trogan's Troupe." His laughter faded away, however with the realization that his beloved troupe was his no more. Pausing, his smile hardened "No, in fact, it is only fitting that *our* band provide the entertainment with sharp blades and wit for anyone that threatens us. That must be enough. And it will be more than enough for that djinn hiding away in whatever pit he now calls home"
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Post by galateap on Aug 3, 2016 18:34:48 GMT -6
"I'll check for smiles as we kill whatever demons lurk here." Galatea paused before continuing, "I wonder if they have insecurity issues...?"
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Post by Killer_DM on Aug 4, 2016 20:57:02 GMT -6
They set camp and watches. The evening passed uneventfully and the healers did their magic before the day broke. They were finally in tip top shape once again.
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