Domhani Bairdéir 01


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Night Patrol

The first night of travel passes relatively uneventfully, though the rate of travel at night in the jungle is slow. In spite of the somewhat cooler temperatures after dark, by the time dawn approaches the small group is sweaty, bug bitten, and ready to stop for a significant rest.

For Skáth Only:

[sblock]Skáth zips ahead of his comrades about 100 yards, and slows to his estimate of their traveling speed through the jungle at night (his REC will easily keep up with his END cost at this speed). He occasionally stops to rest and to allow the party to catch up so he can report, but he sees nothing through the night. It is some comfort to him that the normal jungle noises continue around him - they fall silent to his rear as the rest of the party passes, but apparantly the nocturnal denizens of the jungle are either unaware or accepting of his presence among them.[/sblock]
 

Gavril

"Gods, how big is this bloody jungle," Gavril exclaims. He sets about preparing a camp with Diddious' help. He moves painfully with a pronounced limp after the long ride.
 

Gavril

"Gods, how big is this bloody jungle," Gavril exclaims. He sets about preparing a camp with Diddious' help. He moves painfully with a pronounced limp after the long night's ride.
 


Cerallos

Cerallos does what he can to help set up camp. "So Master Gavril do your animals same alright, aside from the obvious wear?"
Cerallos picks out a spot for himself and begins to unlatch and unhook only the required weapons for him to rest somewhat peacefully.
 

"Well this beast's back is as boney against my arse as ever," he says rubbing a saddle sore posterior, "but they don't seem any worse for the wear. If the queen would pay us a silver for every strange thing that happens to us in her service, I've no doubt we'd all soon be rich men. I'm at a loss to explain what might have befallen them. It is certainly no stranger than the misadventure suffered by my servant. Clearly, their was some intellegent foe we never glimpsed pulling the strings of that puppet show back at the house."
 

Setting Camp

Friendly conversation continues as the party sets about making camp with the growing ease of a group that's traveled together for awhile. Each person falls into accustomed tasks as they talk companionably, continuing the long process of getting to know one another and building into a group that will work together as a well oiled machine.

Deasaigh seems concerned about being followed or tracked, and finds a group of tall, slender bushes (really small trees) with broad leaves and begins bending them together in such a way that the leaves will provide a fairly large area of shade and at least some protection from the inevitable daily thundershower. The leaves will also break up the smoke from a small cookfire, so that it will be somewhat dispersed and give less chance of being spotted by any watchers. When camp is broken, the trees can be unbound and the campfire covered, leaving little if any evidence that people stayed here. Of course, other evidence (horse tracks and dung, trampled undergrowth, etc. should be taken care of as well).
 

Cerallos

Continuing on in friendly conversation, "That is a fine idea with the branches there Master Longbow, I'm embarrassed that I've yet to think of that in my travels, and believe me, that would have really been useful." To Gavril, "Yes very strange things indeed, although I've not much use for money." "I'm doubting if we've seen the last of that foe, seems to be somehow following us. Either that or it's miraculously arriving at the same places before us."
 

Deasaigh

With an almost unnoticeable glance around, scanning the area, Deasaigh responds: "Such care has become a habit for me, even in times I'm certain I'm not being watched. It's saved my life more than once!"
 

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