Selythin flew toward the river in the sky.
The water got closer and the mountain that had been below receded into the clouds.
It was a boat.
Selythin felt as if he were descending toward the small craft even as he tried to maintain his altitude.
He sniffed. The air here smelled of smoke.
He could see a lone figure lying down flat inside the little rowboat. A black sword was also lying there, next to the person.
It looked like the figure was waving and Prince Selythin could hear laughter wafting through the smokey air.
* * *
Jim nodded and shrugged at Eovin as she commanded the horses to follow the ball of light into the woods.
The younger son of the caravan leader kept shouting periodically.
"Pop! Bo! Where are you?"
(Minor confusion. It really doesn't change anything...but! We switched which brother was with you accidently. It says the incorrect name in my posts too. Oops!
Just to be clear. Laynard was on your cart first, but was dragged away by two monsters after he fell. Eovin and the horses rescued Jim by killing the third chaos creature. You never saw Bo or his cart after the wagons were separated. Whew.
)
After a minute of repeated yelling from Jim, the ball of light stopped abruptly. It bounced gently in place.
Eovin swore she heard someone, over the rain and storm, shush them.
"Sssshhhh!"
Jim instinctively clasped his hands over his mouth.
Then the ball of light flew off quickly, curving through the trees in a semi-circular direction.
(Go ahead and give me another Perception check along with your actions.)
* * *
"Brutta nottata..."
The old man muttered as he followed Ralph into the barn, still holding the glowing blade aloft. He immediately went to a stack of wet haystacks and almost collapsed.
Ralph could see a trail of blood leading from the door in a line to the fella clutching at his side underneath his large cloak.
He groaned then said:
"Found you just in the nick of time."
He gritted his teeth and pulled the cloak aside. The wound looked bad.
"Maybe not... Damnit. I'm getting too vecchio for this merda. We've gotta do this quick. They could be right behind me..."
He tried to stand up, but he was too weak.
* * *
The lady who was somehow old and young at the same time ran after Alan Oake, out into the storm. She was still huffing and puffing into her make-shift hanky.
(Confusion #2. This doesn't change anything either, but I forgot the lady already said her name was Page. Oops!
)
"M-my-my name's P-p-page...but that's not important! I'm sorry princess Aloe! I shouldn't have gotten upset about that... Oh no! The poor little humans! I-I-I don't know what I can do, but maybe lead you all away from here b-back home..."
Water was rushing through the streets. Panicked people were screaming and running from their homes. Many buildings down main street were already collapsing from the crushing waves of water. Large chunks of debris floated by.
Men and women were carrying children to higher ground. It seemed most of the town was heading for the cemetery, which stood on a large hill overlooking town.
Just then they heard a cry.
"Help!" Some burbling.
"Heeellp!"
It was the burly bully from before. He was clinging to the lip of the well. Alan could only see his hands clinging to the stone.
Water was rushing so intensely over him he was about to be lost inside.
* * *
Josiah Jones woke in the early morning. It was still dark outside, rain rattling against the tin roof of the small shack.
Kaylee was nowhere to be seen. But, before Jones could even worry, he heard hooves clacking along the gravel path outside.
The door swung open slowly and there was Kaylee holding the reins of two horses.
"Good. You're awake. Come, we have a long, wet ride ahead of us..."
She looked around warily.
"If you're wondering. I procured these mounts from the men we murdered." She said it very matter-o-factly.
"We are JUST in our actions, gatekeeper, but Bartleby Pile's 'friends' might not agree. Best to make haste."
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