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Post by kevinpc on Aug 10, 2016 13:49:45 GMT -6
Baal returned a respectful nod to Alfbern. He hoped he and his allies would continue to favor the druid guide for his services through the desert wastes. As they traveled through the craggy terrain, Baal realized what a strange group these people were--bonded by fate, mutual respect and perhaps friendship. He mused if they would one day count him among those in fellowship. After all, he still hadn't decided what to do about his ruined desert grove-oasis. He would very much like to return there, recover and rebuild, if necessary.
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A short time later, the band was stopped in their tracks by Sandy trembling emanating from a nest of sand wormlings!
"Everyone stop! We should venture widely around the nest of young sandworms!" Baal spoke sternly. "I fear there may be an Elder Wurm nearby!"
((How much of a deviation will it be to bypass the worms? How much time and distance?))
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Post by Killer_DM on Aug 10, 2016 14:13:01 GMT -6
By the way they're moving, it shouldn't be more than a few minutes before they'd pass.
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Post by kevinpc on Aug 10, 2016 16:22:46 GMT -6
((Ahh, ok. Was there any obvious source of the trumpeting?))
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Post by Killer_DM on Aug 10, 2016 16:50:24 GMT -6
The trumpeting came with the flock of worms. Murder of worms? The wiggle of worms. That's it. The trumpeting came with the wiggle of worms.
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Post by galateap on Aug 10, 2016 16:51:45 GMT -6
[[Group of worms is a clew]]
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Post by kevinpc on Aug 10, 2016 19:48:42 GMT -6
((Get a clue: although clew is the correct word used to describe a groups of worms, it is my opinion that "giggle" is waaaaay more comically appropriate, pardoning the pun 😆))
Baal strained his eyes and looked for a source of the trumpeting. Certainly, it was not coming from the worms themselves . . .
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Post by Thorsan on Aug 11, 2016 0:29:59 GMT -6
Thorsan watched the wiggle of worms intently. "Sure is crowded out in the middle o' nowhere" he muttered.
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Post by alfbern on Aug 11, 2016 8:58:07 GMT -6
"Move aside," Alfbern suggested/ordered. He then followed his own meaning and headed in a direction that would let the wiggle of worms pass safely.
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Post by galateap on Aug 11, 2016 9:00:30 GMT -6
((Get a clue: although clew is the correct word used to describe a groups of worms, it is my opinion that "giggle" is waaaaay more comically appropriate, pardoning the pun 😆)) Baal strained his eyes and looked for a source of the trumpeting. Certainly, it was not coming from the worms themselves . . . [[Lol, a group of bunnies is called a fluffle!]] |
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Post by scottenkainen on Aug 11, 2016 13:40:17 GMT -6
"Be careful!" Arristuun shouted at Bit before Bit jumped onto a wormling.
If the worm stampede wasn't heading this way, he stood and watched. If it turned this way, he'd pick up Am and run as fast as he could away from them!
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Post by kevinpc on Aug 11, 2016 14:14:17 GMT -6
((I meant "wiggle" in my comment about comedic appropriateness, forgetting the pun 😉))
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Post by Killer_DM on Aug 11, 2016 15:18:45 GMT -6
The wiggle of worms quickly left, the tremors stopped & the trumpeting faded. Lucky had never really gotten close enough to trigger his spell and the worms were headed away from their destination anyways.
What a strange cursed place this desert was.
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Post by Killer_DM on Aug 11, 2016 15:22:02 GMT -6
The travel the rest of the evening was uneventful. It came time once again to set camp, this time without the prospect of shelter. The recent weather had them worried, even though the sky had cleared. It would most likely be another scorcher during the day. They would have to ruminate a bit on how they'd deal with the day and the possible other days before them.
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Post by scottenkainen on Aug 12, 2016 12:51:21 GMT -6
"Come on, move -- sun's about to come up!" Arristuun told the others. "We've got to prop up as much improvised cover as we can. We'll use the same rotation for watches to determine who gets to rest in the shade, and everyone else will have to bear the heat. Unless someone else can come up with a better plan before that blasted sun appears..."
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Post by Killer_DM on Aug 12, 2016 13:16:44 GMT -6
Osric stopped and started chanting to Ishtar. Holding a palm towards the ground and another to the heavens, his eyes began to glow golden with holy radiance. The dwarf then took his raised hand and punched it into the ground. Suddenly walls of sand and loose earth surrounded him in a radius much like the barrier that had surrounded the camels a few nights before.
"Thata make it easier fer us ta make some shade from, eh?," he commented as his eye's slowly stopped glowing.
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