Mewness
First Post
The group returns to the high tide crossing, exploring the other side of the little island on the way, and returns to camp, to find Ishirou standing in silent vigil on the guard platform. Pezock is delighted to return to his work on the lighthouse.
The following day the adventurers prepare to return to the grey, silent island. Knowing that they will be camping close by overnight, they have plenty of time for exploration, and Aerys, who has been growing increasingly restless since the camp got settled, decides to come along. Kane’s almost constant mortification in her presence seems to be a matter of indifference to her, and she is so merry even in the most arduous parts of the trek that more than one or two of her companions begin to suspect that she may have started drinking again. But there is no wine about, unless she has surreptitiously filled her waterskin with it.
The group explores along the pathway that heads upstream long the river nearest the camp. This trail leads through a thickly forested ravine and ends rather abruptly at a 50-foot high cliff overlooking the sea. There are securely-attached knotted vines and ropes hanging off the edge, though no sign of what someone might have climbed down for.
The adventurers spend the rest of the day exploring the jungle to the northeast, which is a great deal of hot, sweaty work for little result, though there might be those who would say of the Shiv that finding nothing is better than finding something.
The night passes uneventfully enough on the smaller island. At dawn, the water is so low that a path forms to the north, and the crossing is made easily. The grey island is utterly silent, and the ground is slightly spongy underfoot, seemingly covered over entirely with slick, tangled undergrowth. The entire area smells of decay. Here and there, thick, fibrous stalks stretch over the adventurers’ heads.
After half an hour or so, the group notices movement at the edge of their vision. Vaguely humanoid creatures seem to be walking about slowly, strange figures that make no response when hailed, and that retreat silently when approached, keeping their distance. The quiet is becoming oppressive.
The following day the adventurers prepare to return to the grey, silent island. Knowing that they will be camping close by overnight, they have plenty of time for exploration, and Aerys, who has been growing increasingly restless since the camp got settled, decides to come along. Kane’s almost constant mortification in her presence seems to be a matter of indifference to her, and she is so merry even in the most arduous parts of the trek that more than one or two of her companions begin to suspect that she may have started drinking again. But there is no wine about, unless she has surreptitiously filled her waterskin with it.
The group explores along the pathway that heads upstream long the river nearest the camp. This trail leads through a thickly forested ravine and ends rather abruptly at a 50-foot high cliff overlooking the sea. There are securely-attached knotted vines and ropes hanging off the edge, though no sign of what someone might have climbed down for.
The adventurers spend the rest of the day exploring the jungle to the northeast, which is a great deal of hot, sweaty work for little result, though there might be those who would say of the Shiv that finding nothing is better than finding something.
The night passes uneventfully enough on the smaller island. At dawn, the water is so low that a path forms to the north, and the crossing is made easily. The grey island is utterly silent, and the ground is slightly spongy underfoot, seemingly covered over entirely with slick, tangled undergrowth. The entire area smells of decay. Here and there, thick, fibrous stalks stretch over the adventurers’ heads.
After half an hour or so, the group notices movement at the edge of their vision. Vaguely humanoid creatures seem to be walking about slowly, strange figures that make no response when hailed, and that retreat silently when approached, keeping their distance. The quiet is becoming oppressive.
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