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<blockquote data-quote="drnuncheon" data-source="post: 524528" data-attributes="member: 96"><p><strong>Session Fourteen, Part One: Cast Away</strong></p><p></p><p><strong>Benares' Journal</strong></p><p></p><p><em><u>Day (Night) One - Island Beach</u></em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>We have escaped from the 'tender mercies' of our enslaving captors, but at what cost? The ship is gone and we are marooned on an unknown island, huddled together under the ship's overturned boat as a makeshift shelter. Two of our number are gone - Kolya, the quiet leatherworker, and Jethis, who I last saw at the tiller of the ship, still trying to bring it over the reef.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Still, it is a welcome relief from being in chains. The rather peculiar agents of our deliverance are known as Dru and Di'Fier - they appear to be Watchmen from the City of Freeport and after seeing the way they handle themselves it is a wonder that Freeport is still the lawless city that it is. One would think they would eventually run short of criminals.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>My light is fading so I will resume tomorrow.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em><u>Day Two - Island Beach</u></em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>In the daylight, we have managed to collect some of the flotsam that has washed to shore, or near it, including the captain's chest, which appears to be magical. Dru is trying to open it now, which seems to involve a great deal of kicking and swearing.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>We are not a group equipped to handle survival in the wild - of us all, only Unn has more than a passing familiarity with plants, and her expertise is restricted to the cooler latitudes of her homeland. Still, we shall not want for water, if we can find a container - I at least can provide that.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>The elven bard has proved herself of uncommon worth as well - indeed, her healing spells are more powerful than my own, which is good news indeed, for my own capabilities in that area are sorely limited.</em></p><p></p><p><img src="http://www.io.com/~jeffj/b2sep.gif" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /></p><p></p><p>Dru looked up from the chest at the all-too-familiar sound of Di'Fier drawing his sword. Her own blade slid forth from its scabbard, and she scanned the dunes for what he saw, ignoring the surprised looks of her companions.</p><p></p><p><em>There.</em> Heads, bobbing up from behind the dune. Coming this way. <em>But they're not human...they look like...birds?</em> Even as the realization hit her, the creatures charged over the sandy hill with raucous shrieks - birds indeed, taller and more muscular than a man, with cruel hooked beaks and tiny flightless wings. The others dove for their weapons.</p><p></p><p>Two steps, and Dru was shoving Unn roughly under the boat to join Jim. <em>Hopefully they'll ignore them,</em> she thought, slicing the air to keep one at bay. The others had drawn their weapons - they had managed to keep a couple of the cutlasses, and there were plenty of makeshift clubs about - and Shesara's song buoyed them all, filling them with hope for victory.</p><p></p><p>The thing ran at her again, and she dodged to the side, letting its momentum bury her rapier deep inside it. The foolish bird staggered back, then came at the astonished Dru again, lashing out at her face and nearly knocking her to the bloody sand.</p><p></p><p>Di'Fier fell back, crimson running down his arm. He'd wounded the creature, but it had paid him back, and with interest. <em>I wish I had some spells left...</em> The beak snapped at him again, and he barely managed to interpose his sword, beginning a brief tug-of-war.</p><p></p><p>Something inside of him snapped. "I am <em>not</em>," he roared, "going to <em>lose</em> to a giant <em><strong>chicken</strong></em>!" Wrenching his blade free, he brought it around in a wide arc, severing the head and sending the body to run spasmodically down the beach.</p><p></p><p>He looked around - Dru was pulling her rapier free of another one that twitched on the beach, and the rest of the flock, deciding that discretion was indeed the better part of valor, had taken to the hills, leaving the group of battered survivors behind.</p><p></p><p>Dru wiped her blade on the feathers. "I bet you were all wondering where lunch was going to come from."</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="drnuncheon, post: 524528, member: 96"] [b]Session Fourteen, Part One: Cast Away[/b] [b]Benares' Journal[/b] [i][u]Day (Night) One - Island Beach[/u] We have escaped from the 'tender mercies' of our enslaving captors, but at what cost? The ship is gone and we are marooned on an unknown island, huddled together under the ship's overturned boat as a makeshift shelter. Two of our number are gone - Kolya, the quiet leatherworker, and Jethis, who I last saw at the tiller of the ship, still trying to bring it over the reef. Still, it is a welcome relief from being in chains. The rather peculiar agents of our deliverance are known as Dru and Di'Fier - they appear to be Watchmen from the City of Freeport and after seeing the way they handle themselves it is a wonder that Freeport is still the lawless city that it is. One would think they would eventually run short of criminals. My light is fading so I will resume tomorrow. [u]Day Two - Island Beach[/u] In the daylight, we have managed to collect some of the flotsam that has washed to shore, or near it, including the captain's chest, which appears to be magical. Dru is trying to open it now, which seems to involve a great deal of kicking and swearing. We are not a group equipped to handle survival in the wild - of us all, only Unn has more than a passing familiarity with plants, and her expertise is restricted to the cooler latitudes of her homeland. Still, we shall not want for water, if we can find a container - I at least can provide that. The elven bard has proved herself of uncommon worth as well - indeed, her healing spells are more powerful than my own, which is good news indeed, for my own capabilities in that area are sorely limited.[/i] [img]http://www.io.com/~jeffj/b2sep.gif[/img] Dru looked up from the chest at the all-too-familiar sound of Di'Fier drawing his sword. Her own blade slid forth from its scabbard, and she scanned the dunes for what he saw, ignoring the surprised looks of her companions. [i]There.[/i] Heads, bobbing up from behind the dune. Coming this way. [i]But they're not human...they look like...birds?[/i] Even as the realization hit her, the creatures charged over the sandy hill with raucous shrieks - birds indeed, taller and more muscular than a man, with cruel hooked beaks and tiny flightless wings. The others dove for their weapons. Two steps, and Dru was shoving Unn roughly under the boat to join Jim. [i]Hopefully they'll ignore them,[/i] she thought, slicing the air to keep one at bay. The others had drawn their weapons - they had managed to keep a couple of the cutlasses, and there were plenty of makeshift clubs about - and Shesara's song buoyed them all, filling them with hope for victory. The thing ran at her again, and she dodged to the side, letting its momentum bury her rapier deep inside it. The foolish bird staggered back, then came at the astonished Dru again, lashing out at her face and nearly knocking her to the bloody sand. Di'Fier fell back, crimson running down his arm. He'd wounded the creature, but it had paid him back, and with interest. [i]I wish I had some spells left...[/i] The beak snapped at him again, and he barely managed to interpose his sword, beginning a brief tug-of-war. Something inside of him snapped. "I am [i]not[/i]," he roared, "going to [i]lose[/i] to a giant [i][b]chicken[/b][/i]!" Wrenching his blade free, he brought it around in a wide arc, severing the head and sending the body to run spasmodically down the beach. He looked around - Dru was pulling her rapier free of another one that twitched on the beach, and the rest of the flock, deciding that discretion was indeed the better part of valor, had taken to the hills, leaving the group of battered survivors behind. Dru wiped her blade on the feathers. "I bet you were all wondering where lunch was going to come from." [/QUOTE]
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