The Traveler
First Post
We were somewhere around the Dalelands on the edge of the forest when the pipeweed began to take hold. I remember saying something like, "I feel a bit lightheaded; maybe you should take the reins..." And suddenly there was a terrible roar all around us and the sky was full of what looked like ravenous stirges, all swooping and screeching and diving around the carriage, which was going about at a good gallop with the top down to Shadowdale. And a voice was screaming: "Sweet Mystra! What are these goddamn animals?"
Then it was quiet again. My cohort had taken his shirt off and was pouring ale on his chest, to facilitate the tanning process. "What the hell are you yelling about," he muttered, staring up at the sun with his eyes closed and covered with wraparound gnomish sunglasses.
"Never mind," I said. "It's your turn to mind the horses." I pulled back on the reins and aimed the Magnificent Blessing of Selune toward the side of the road. No point mentioning those stirges, I thought. The poor bastard will see them soon enough.
Then it was quiet again. My cohort had taken his shirt off and was pouring ale on his chest, to facilitate the tanning process. "What the hell are you yelling about," he muttered, staring up at the sun with his eyes closed and covered with wraparound gnomish sunglasses.
"Never mind," I said. "It's your turn to mind the horses." I pulled back on the reins and aimed the Magnificent Blessing of Selune toward the side of the road. No point mentioning those stirges, I thought. The poor bastard will see them soon enough.