Domhani Bairdéir 01

Jungle Hideaway

OK, everyone's gathered back at the tower, Gealach and Naíolann are gone to court. Is there anything anyone would like to do before or during your rest?
 

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Jungle Hideaway

The party passes an uneventful day in the tower - taking turns at watch provides everyone with the opportunity for some much needed rest, and the wide windows of the tower allow a nice crossbreeze to make the sultry heat of the jungle day more bearable.

By dusk, everyone is at full STUN and END. BODY damage has not recovered, but everyone feels much better for the rest. Powers/abilities that reset each day (such as Skáth's Healing) are at full strength, those that must be manually recovered (such as Athelstan's potions) have as many 'charges' left as they did at the beginning of this adventure (I think he used one cold and one fire potion at the Wickshine).

The party is down one person (Gealach left with Naíolann), leaving Béar, Gavril, Athelstan, Cerallos, Skáth, and Deasaigh (and Diddious, of course).

OOC: What now?
 

Gavril

Once everyone is rested and awake Gavrin pauses chewing a piece of dried meat to speak. "I tire of this place. I think Diddious is suffiencently recovered to travel. Given a choice I would move on to the mines. No avenue of exploration looks promising here. Unless someone has an idea of what to do next here, let's move on."
 


Deasaigh

Now back downstairs with the party, Deasaigh seconds Gavril's opinion. "I'm not sure what else we expect to find here. Gealach knows of the place now, and will report it's existence to the Queen. If she's concerned about such an enclave of evil so close to her borders, she can certainly arrange to have it taken care of."
 


Cerallos

"Consider me in agreeance as well. I'm eager to complete our first assignment anyway. Glad we all agree...although Sir Athelstan, what say you?"

Cerallos turns towards Athelstan's direction while putting on the rest of his weapons and gear.
 

Gavril

"No use sitting around in this sweltering jungle any longer. Let's be on our way." Gavril checks his gear and helps Diddious repack their mounts. "Come on old fellow there's work to be done. You had a day off now we really much see to our gear." Despite his words and the obvious pain in his leg, Gavril actually does most of the work bringing order to his recovered gear and feeding the mounts. "Gods, look at this squash racket! That will have to be restrung, and this hat simply must be reblocked. I couldn't possibly wear that battered thing in the service of the queen." With a groan he holds up a dinted and scratched silver tea pot. "Just look at this, may as well melt it down. No amount of polishing will take that scratch out." He does manage to put together a fresh traveling outfit from his battered wardrobe. Looking as if he is about to escort a princess to a ball he prepares to ride out.
 

Skáth

Skáth will chuckle in amazment that Gavril can put himself together like that, and that he even has the desire, considering the heat.
 

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