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Woods & Foxes Close on the hound's tail, Dain is something to behold as he zips and weaves after the old mongrel, legs ablur with light steps and arms pumping his form between branches and the trunks of tall trees. Somewhere behind Metea, Carthum sighs. Suru protect us, I fear our Ranger has...

"Masto! Back, back!” The hound’s master calls towards the bushes. Beginning to stand, those around him might notice a wince upon his face, a tiny hint of pain in the old man’s bones. The half-orc stood abruptly as Metea gracefully made off to follow the ranger and the hermit’s hound. “Wait!”...

The Chase Magaw resisted the temptation to rotate his view on the world, instead letting the old dog and Dain depart from peripheral vision. What on earth is going on? The ranger felt it not long after the hound had. Eyes. Movement. Something had been moving up on them... < For those...

Interlude: Another severed rope With back resting against a hilltop tor of granite, Raian confronted a fresh obstacle as though most other roadblocks in his short life. Through quiet and the peace of a nap. The young man enjoyed some temporary shade and contemplated the bridge now gone...

The meal and company is pleasant, despite the temporary interruption of a southbound gusty breeze. “North,” the hermit repeats, clearly curious as to what inspires this group to go against the grain, to face that from which others hastily retreat. But he does not press you or request...

The hermit relaxes even further, as you settle and let your ingredients begin to sizzle upon coals and ash. A late breakfast or an early lunch? Masto the hound sniffs the air, an approval of whatever the mysterious flesh it is that you’ve donated to the cause. Surprisingly, the bread is quite...

The polite introductions of two young men and a pretty-faced tiefling’s compliments on the good nature of the hound, begin to set the stranger at ease. His tenseness fades, probably coming to a conclusion that robbers and bandits aren’t well known for respectfulness or manners. Nor would they...

The priest’s consideration of bandits was a valid one. Crime was a rarely reported activity near Kalair and upon its most-travelled roads, but times were changing. Fear was blowing in on a Sandsborn wind, bringing with it the anxiety and unstability that criminals might feast upon. Surrounding a...

Interlude: Cold Fingers “Oooh, Pomth got tasties.” A stubby thumb and index finger held a tiny stone up to the hazy daylight. The discovery was smaller than a pea, but semi-transparent, and quite beautiful to behold with it's blue across one hemisphere, shifting to orange at the other. It...

Moving closer to the campsite, the occasional twig cracks under the ranger’s boots because his attention is elsewhere, as he works himself up for some canine dialogue. The site is definitely temporary the party might assume as they linger a safe distance off behind Dain. A dying fire, some...

“Ah, lovely!” Magaw mentions, as Metea’s ice carving floats off downstream. “I doubt I’m the only romantic in these parts though,” he notes as Otiroth moves in for a squeeze of the tiefling. “Mage hand? I have heard of such a thing… a summoned body-part to do one’s bidding? Is this something...

Southern Forests Mudmap Large version available at http://www.dawnindustry.com/TKPimages/Forest_SM.jpg Map contains rumored landmarks and locations that Dain, Jeovanna, and any others who might have been off-road in this vicinity might know of. The locations are approximate :) You are...

“You’re probably asking the wrong guy,” Magaw replied jokingly to Metea’s question about local inhabitant procreation rituals. “She’s done that before...” he then mentions, watching with amazement as the barbarious woman makes short work of disassembling the Murras snake’s remains. “What is she...

The big ol’ snake was fast, it's fangs drawn and head flying into view for a grab at Dain’s ankles. Chop, slash, slish! Not quick enough. The alertness and instinct of the ranger and barbarian terminated the threat in a second. The scaled body continued to writhe from side to side, whilst the...

Maybe these Yarramberries will be useful, Metea might consider, remembering that an over indulgence of their sweetness is rumoured to open a mind… to the powers of suggestion. An enchantment straight from nature herself. A favorite among seducers and negotiators alike. Fluttering and dancing...

With a wave of a slender tiefling finger, Metea’s spell collects loose earth and gravels, pushing most of the spiney bushes safely to the side and out of the path’s way. This is all quite startling to the fox of course, who retreats and anxiously ends up lurking behind the party members at the...

Continuing northbound while drifting a little westwards, the forest densens as you chase the alluring smell of someone’s morning meal. It seems that the fox too, enjoyed an easy breakfast, shadowing the group and obviously quite intrigued by a party of bipeds forcing their way through webs of...

Interlude: Hills Behind a Curtain The long and reverberous note of a downtuned gong bounced it's way through the mountain’s bowels. A once in a lifetime event, or maybe less given a dwarf’s average lifespan of some 350 years. Not a sleeping child, chiseling mason nor wandering drunkard was...

The animal approaches the ranger nervously at first, flicking its eyes upon the assortment of strange folks behind him. Then it smells food, and sensing that this clean-shaven man means no harm, walks forwards to lick at the offered treat before grabbing it between teeth. A hop backwards, a...

Having walked parallel with Kalair’s northwards road for several hours, you well and truly leave the outskirts of the southernmost settlement in your wake. With each step, your surroundings become less beaten and more organic and wild in form. Tall and sprangley evergreens reach high, their...