Elven Navy Delta Squad: Hunters

"Sounds like its time for dinner, then. Or, are we waiting for the other group to arrive?"

Marcus is still keeping his ears open for the other group. In the meantime, he will accept any assistance for his condition, but will remain alert for other threats including more snakes or any other indication that the gnome is about.
 

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Theryndil continues to observe, invisible.

Should the dwarves seem non-hostile, Theryndil will move to the opposite side of camp from where the dwarves arrived (don't want them thinking they got past Theryndil!), return to visibilty in an unobserved location (no sense tipping my hand to them, even if they are friendly), and enter the clearing.
 

With the agreement in place, the dwarves move into the clearing and begin making camp. They don't seem too bothered by the damage done by the lizard-monkeys. Before long the male dwarf (Andreo) and the lead female dwarf (Carmina) have another bonfire going and the meat roasting. For the most part they ignore the ogres and the ogres return the favor.

Irati, the cleric, takes a close look at Erenal and Marcus. "Blinding sickness, you say?" she asks Arramor. "Must be contagion. That druid has a nasty streak in him." She opens up a scroll case and shuffles through a few papers. She pulls forth two scrolls and begins reading them. As the first scroll vanishes in a flash of sparkling lights, Marcus feels the illness leaving him. As the second scroll disappears from view, his sight returns.

"You might feel a little weak for a few days. But I think your friend there needs my remaining spell more," Irati continues. Turning to Erenal she chants a dwarven phrase before touching his swollen side. The pain is not eliminated, but the magic takes the edge off.

Marcus still has temporary Str damage. Erenal regained 1 point of Con.

Carmina announces that the meat is ready, "Tis a treat tonight, gentles! Haworth wuz right about one thing. This area is fair crawling wid half-dragon species. How's about some half-green shocker lizard?"
 
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"Sounds like some good eats to me." Marcus will eat with the dwarves but still keep an eye out for the others to arrive. He will abstain from drinking because he is on duty.

To Arramor in private: "We should set double watches for this evening. I'm thinking the gnome will be trouble."
 


As the lizard is roasting, the putrid odor almost makes Amanu hurl his stomach contents. He moves further and further from the group into darkness, guided only by his everburning torch. Only when he's half a mile away does the smell fade enough for him to stop and make his own camp.

He uses a bit of his smokepowder to start a small fire to keep warm and chews on his vegetarian rations in the dim glow of the small flames.
 

As those at the campsite enjoy the rich portions of an overgrown lizard, there is a call for help from the east. "Someone help! I can't carry him much farther."

Marcus and Leopard are the first two to spot the new arrivals. An female human in a fashionable explorer's outfit is half-dragging, half-carrying a wounded male half-elf. The half-elf has a bandage around his head and multiple gashes on his legs and arms. When she sees the two members of Delta Squad, the human collapses against a tree. "Please. Whoever you are. Help us."

As Leopard moves to assist, Arramor and Erenal move close enough to see the two. Zoya steps up behind Arramor and rumbles, "That's Haworth and Jae-min, but where's Yong-suk?"
 

"What in the nine hells happened to you two, and where is your other companion?" Erenal rushes up to the pair and helps Leopard move the pair somewhere comfortable.
 
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Marcus will help carry the injured to a location where work can be done.

"Use this if it will help."
He will hand his wand of Cure Light Wounds over to Leopard or Arramor to use on the injured after they determine the extent of the injuries.

He will go to the edge of camp in the direction where they came from in order to see if anything was following them.
 

Due to the commotion, Amanu makes his way towards the main camp, pinching his nose and breathing through his mouth. But still the odor seems to carry an awful greasy taste. He spits constantly to try to dispel it, but it helps only a little.

He eyes the newcomers curiously. At the mention of the name "Haworth", he eyes them suspiciously. A murderous plot gone awry. Or just sufficiently awry to cast off any suspicions.
 

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