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The logger shifts, with a slight groan - unsurprising given the hard work they tend to do throughout the day. "Wise words, my young, pointed ear friend. But I would hope that Ascadar at least is evidence that strength and greed are not always the primary motivators among the good people of our...

The loggers nod somewhat approvingly at Muzdim's explanation, or at least most do. Others furrow their brows a bit at the explanation the elf provides however, but most mutter "As long as he stays bound... and outside of our sleeping areas." Any possible confrontation seems averted for now...

Eyes glance up from the loggers as they rest from the long day of work, some with bowls of soup that add a savory smell to the clearing. They flick away and then come back as the presence of such an odd appearing group - particularly perhaps the goblin - in their midst. Some get to their feet...

Trees thin out further as the party moves along the trail, obviously Ascadar's logging efforts having occurred more recently. Closer to Ascadar, through areas you've already passed, small trees have begun to grow again - perhaps to eventually be harvested when they grow large enough. But here...

Let me know what your plan is regarding the trip. If you still plan to go into the logging camp itself or not. I'll try to get an update in before the weekend.

Beatrix trudges along listening to the conversation between elf and dwarf, and shakes her head, "What ails your town, I can not say. Have not been there long enough, and to be honest only interacted with other humans. This is first I've seen of this kind of behavior. Perhaps not enough food?"...

I realize I never specifically stated numbers... Will include here. Behind the first two who come around the bend comes a third woodcutter. Burly and generally quiet, he can often be seen in the Half and Human drinking after work. The man who holds onto Greger's arm is the man who tried to...

Wow... Sorry again guys... I think things will be clearing up for me soon... But this appears to be the season which grabs my attention from fun things... The debate becomes moot as the trees behind which the new arrivals are travelling thins out and they catch sight of the party. While they...

Ugh.. Longer than I thought before I could get to this. Apologies. Both Antares and Muzdim can hear the voices a bit more clearly now. Two voices are raised, and perhaps drunk given the level of slurring the words have. Another one at least is calmer. The discussion seems to be about the...

Thanks for continuing to RP a bit while I'm laid up with some unexpected RL stuff. Nothing major, just time consuming. Should be able to give a real update in the next couple of days."

As the party moves on through the lands north of the river, once they pass over the well made if simple bridge, the lands become a bit more wild. A few plants present themselves as interesting to Antares' eyes. Some look like those useful in spells he hasn't yet learned, although the...

Already turning away towards his abode, the hermit nods at the goodbyes and disappears from view as the party moves away. To Antares' comment, Stellan shrugs and smiles "Sometimes people misspeak. Especially the older individuals, right?" He grins at that. The large cleric nods at Stellan's...

"It has never told me what name it goes by," says the hermit somewhat cryptically, "And I do not know what others might call it. I happened upon it by accident and my experiments with it proved its worth in some of the concoctions I create." Sal nods to the young elf, "And if you would like to...

And I have been slammed with work and personal life, so no worries. One of the resons why I haven't tried to bring in new players at the present. Thanks for both of your patience.

Stellan nods and takes the offered potions from Muzdim, smiling at the hermit. "Thank you." he says with some slight bemusement. The hermit is acting nothing like the stories passed around by young men and women his age. The hermit for his part, looks somewhat amused by Muzdim's shaking of the...

"I will be sure to contact those that you mentioned, if I find anything of use." says Sal. Coming further into the clearing, the party sees a small hut, roughly made but still somehow giving off a solid and even somewhat elegant look under the rustic materials. Sal chuckles at the elf's...

I agree with Venthrac on what the disruption of ranged weapon atatcks and spellcasters represents. If I'm a spellcaster with light armor, and there's a zombie within 5 feet, you can be SURE I'll be distracted. I don't care that it isn't very smart.

The hermit doesn't stop in his walking, taking the group further from the road. The goblin appears somewhat dazed by the whole experience, perhaps even a bit sleepy and doesn't really respond to the barbed comment. To Muzdim he says, "Greed. Well, it's an honest motivation at least, if not...

Busy work week... And it looks like we've lost Beatrix. Soooo... thoughts?

Sorry guys. Busy couple of weeks. Back... Sal finally turns from his work, sliding the fox steaks into one bag, and the skin into another. Flies are already buzzing in the area, and he moves away from the bushes. The 'trap' is left behind, possibly useless after having been tripped. He...