Domhani Bairdéir 01

[mleibrock]

Skáth

Mike,

reading you last post I am wondering if I still hear the normal sounds of insects and such, just void of trouble? Nice world this is turning out to be, I'll have to remember to build a home here.

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

Breaking Camp

It's a little hard to describe - the jungle life is still there and making noise, but it's not as exuberant as the party's become used to. There's a feeling of tension about the area.

 

[Scotley]

Gavril

The foppish swordsman wakes in an ebullient mood. "I thought sure I would have to rise and fight another band of skeletons last night. At least if they come at us today we'll be well rested. What's for breakfast?"

 

[arkansasdave]

OOC: That's a good question. What are we having?

 

[Mattress]

Athelstan is having crackers.


I wondre how much futher it is. And if our good fortune will hold out in regard to no company crashing in on us.

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

Deasaigh

"Skáth let Béar cook? Drek! I hate dried meat and biscuits for breakfeast!"

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

Breaking Camp

The party makes quick work of breaking camp, and soon it almost looks like nobody was there at all. With the light of the rising sun trickling through the thick jungle growth, the small party falls into their now familiar order and sets out through the trackless jungle, hoping to a few miles closer to their goal today.

Skáth has been flying point for about an hour. That feeling of tension, like a storm about to break, is still in the air. He gradually becomes aware of a strange clicking noise, just loud enough to be noticeable to his acute senses, coming from ahead. About that same time, he catches a glimpse of movement in the undergrowth from the same direction.

 

[Mattress]

OOC:

Assuming Skath is the only one who is hearing the clicking and seeing some movement...

IC:

You know what I'd like right now? Some nice lobster...

Yeah, that sounds about right... with farmers' butter melted on top, some flatbread and some good, cold ale...

Ever had any lobster, Cerallos?

 

[mleibrock]

Skáth

The party makes quick work of breaking camp, and soon it almost looks like nobody was there at all. With the light of the rising sun trickling through the thick jungle growth, the small party falls into their now familiar order and sets out through the trackless jungle, hoping to a few miles closer to their goal today.

Skáth has been flying point for about an hour. That feeling of tension, like a storm about to break, is still in the air. He gradually becomes aware of a strange clicking noise, just loud enough to be noticeable to his acute senses, coming from ahead. About that same time, he catches a glimpse of movement in the undergrowth from the same direction.

Mike,

Odd question... Does Skath hear is own movement eventhough he may seem silent to others?

 

[arkansasdave]

"Skáth let Béar cook? Drek! I hate dried meat and biscuits for breakfeast!"

OOC: