Domhani Bairdéir 01

[Maidhc O Casain]

Darkness Falls

As full dark falls across the side of the mountain, the small group makes their camp and eats their supper. As the party settles into their bedrolls, Cerallos and Gavril vigilantly face the night. The camp quiets as each adventurer dwells on their strange feelings of dread until they fall into a restless sleep . . .

 

[Scotley]

Gavril

Gavril checks his crossbow and his horse and then settles down to watch, struggling to find a comfortable position for his leg. He polishes his sword and dagger as they watch. He chats softly with Cerallos. "I can't say I care for this place. The others seem to feel it too."

 

[draven14]

Cerallos

"Me neither. It never helps knowing that so many were slaughtered like that too. And I can't help but keep thinking that Shadow creature is constantly surrounding us somehow. It really concerns me what we may find in those mines in the morning. Maybe these poor souls unleashed this thing."

 

[Scotley]

Gavril

"I guess we'll find out soon enough what happened to the miners. It is interesting that Vyl Corruck doesn't appear to be among them. Perhaps he was in league with whatever happened to the others. Could his plan have been to lure victims out here all along?"

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

At the Mining Camp

Gavril and Cerallos' watch passes without incident. They wake Béar and Deasaigh, give their report.

"All right - we've got it from here. Sleep well and wake," murmurs the crimson scarved archer as he moves to take his post.

 

[arkansasdave]

Béar

Béar rubs the sleepy crust out of his eye.

 

[Scotley]

Gavril

Gavril beds down with his trusty crossbow at his side.

 

[draven14]

Cerallos

Cerallos tries to get some sleep as well, taking off only the necessary weapons to allow the minimum comfort he's grown accustomed to. "Keep an eye on the north, I feel something strange from that direction as well."

With that, Cerallos says his prayers and gets some rest.

 

[mleibrock]

Skáth

Skáth is enjoying his rest.

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

Who Goes There?

About halfway through the second watch, the jungle quiets. Nocturnal hunters are abroad at this hour, silencing the denizens of the canopy and leaving the insects to fill the night air with their music. After a half hour or so, Béar has accustomed himself to the insect songs, and is able to distinguish sounds in the jungle that do not 'belong.' About halfway through the second watch, he hears such a sound - it's quiet, barely heard over the bugs, but it's definitely there and out of place. It sounds a bit like sandpaper being scraped over an endless piece of wood, a drawn out, sibilant scratching.