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<blockquote data-quote="Aristoi" data-source="post: 2675059" data-attributes="member: 32975"><p>An interminable time later Elim awoke to an insistent prodding in his mind. *poke, poke*</p><p></p><p>“Oh Powers,” he moaned, rolling over to heave whatever it was he thought might be in his throat and nose out. “I had hoped you were just a bad dream.” </p><p></p><p>*Be thankful Elim* came the snickering reply *that ONE of us knows how to swim. Once you were unconscious, it was all I could do to save your stinking life!*</p><p></p><p>“I am rather fragrant aren’t I?” he asked, changing the subject. </p><p></p><p>*Thankfully I can’t smell us* he replied *though from the reaction of the small animals that investigated you, even scavengers find you unpalatable*</p><p></p><p>“’Small favors and all that,” he muttered, rolling to his stomach from where he lay on his side, half in and half out a swirling lazy river. A dim firelight flicker showed just beyond the reeds and as he rose to an unsteady crouch, he saw Adama and S’lan slowly rise from other places in the reeds. Kilmor rumbled and snorted, standing up a moment later. Elim waited and when they weren’t attacked immediately, he stood as well, checking for weapons. </p><p></p><p>*Imagine, a Druid AND a Ranger than can’t swim* came the voice again</p><p></p><p>~I can swim!~ Elim shouted in his mind ~just not carry half a ton of stuff~</p><p></p><p>Mocking silence answered him and he grumpily turned to the figure at the fire. </p><p></p><p>“Come come!” Yolen called cheerfully from where he sat, divested of his clothes and armor, weapons laid aside neatly. A small pot lay next to the fire and another lay on it, delicious smells coming from both. “I have mulled wine, watered of course, for none of us could stomach it I am sad to say!” He gestured to the other, larger, pot. “I have a grain porridge here as well, hot and nourishing and far more flavorful than the Sludge.” All the while he was busily whittling and carving with a tiny knife, a set of reeds laid out before him with some twine. It was apparent he crafted another set of pipes. </p><p></p><p>The others didn’t question their good fortune and decided to take advantage of the food and wine, eating and drinking to satisfy the deep hunger for flavors and textures, regardless of what they were eating. The porridge had fish in it, little bits here and there, and herbs that seasoned the wild rice and onions. </p><p></p><p>It was like the best food any of them had ever eaten, ambrosia of the gods. As they settled back, their eating bowls now filled with steaming watered wine, Adama turned to Yolen and asked, “Where did you get all of this?” </p><p></p><p>“Well for that,” Yolen replied with a wide grin and an experimental tootle on his now assembled pipes, “I am glad you asked.” </p><p></p><p>And with that, the others fell over in a deep sleep. </p><p></p><p>“Silly mortals,” Yolen replied and grinned, “Come forth,” he told those that were hiding as pixies and nixies, faeries and sylphs emerged from the woods and reeds, the rock and trees. They all grinned and smiled, giggling and creeping, they advanced on the sleeping forms around the fire, sinister shadows cast by flickering fire.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Aristoi, post: 2675059, member: 32975"] An interminable time later Elim awoke to an insistent prodding in his mind. *poke, poke* “Oh Powers,” he moaned, rolling over to heave whatever it was he thought might be in his throat and nose out. “I had hoped you were just a bad dream.” *Be thankful Elim* came the snickering reply *that ONE of us knows how to swim. Once you were unconscious, it was all I could do to save your stinking life!* “I am rather fragrant aren’t I?” he asked, changing the subject. *Thankfully I can’t smell us* he replied *though from the reaction of the small animals that investigated you, even scavengers find you unpalatable* “’Small favors and all that,” he muttered, rolling to his stomach from where he lay on his side, half in and half out a swirling lazy river. A dim firelight flicker showed just beyond the reeds and as he rose to an unsteady crouch, he saw Adama and S’lan slowly rise from other places in the reeds. Kilmor rumbled and snorted, standing up a moment later. Elim waited and when they weren’t attacked immediately, he stood as well, checking for weapons. *Imagine, a Druid AND a Ranger than can’t swim* came the voice again ~I can swim!~ Elim shouted in his mind ~just not carry half a ton of stuff~ Mocking silence answered him and he grumpily turned to the figure at the fire. “Come come!” Yolen called cheerfully from where he sat, divested of his clothes and armor, weapons laid aside neatly. A small pot lay next to the fire and another lay on it, delicious smells coming from both. “I have mulled wine, watered of course, for none of us could stomach it I am sad to say!” He gestured to the other, larger, pot. “I have a grain porridge here as well, hot and nourishing and far more flavorful than the Sludge.” All the while he was busily whittling and carving with a tiny knife, a set of reeds laid out before him with some twine. It was apparent he crafted another set of pipes. The others didn’t question their good fortune and decided to take advantage of the food and wine, eating and drinking to satisfy the deep hunger for flavors and textures, regardless of what they were eating. The porridge had fish in it, little bits here and there, and herbs that seasoned the wild rice and onions. It was like the best food any of them had ever eaten, ambrosia of the gods. As they settled back, their eating bowls now filled with steaming watered wine, Adama turned to Yolen and asked, “Where did you get all of this?” “Well for that,” Yolen replied with a wide grin and an experimental tootle on his now assembled pipes, “I am glad you asked.” And with that, the others fell over in a deep sleep. “Silly mortals,” Yolen replied and grinned, “Come forth,” he told those that were hiding as pixies and nixies, faeries and sylphs emerged from the woods and reeds, the rock and trees. They all grinned and smiled, giggling and creeping, they advanced on the sleeping forms around the fire, sinister shadows cast by flickering fire. [/QUOTE]
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