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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Aust Thale" data-source="post: 7266436" data-attributes="member: 6804768">Vale Rides Shotgun~ Well, there you go, Val. ~"Val, we move north.  We require your dark-sight.  Reach out to your limits.  We wish no surprises from above us, in front of us, or behind us.  Otherwise, we shall use the twilight and dark to our advantage. When we settle in and camp for the evening, continue that sight, as well as blinding light, to prevent any giant spiders from making a meal of us.  After all, you would hate to be in their hands instead of ours.  Right."Vale climbs into the wagon next to Sylvar, placing himself in a position to de-wagon should the need arise.  The party is at moderate risk until it rests.  Vale has several spell scrolls that were intended for a fight against undead, but which might indeed have additional use.  These include magical mounts.  However, tonight would seem to be better to ride the wagon carefully and keep magic fresh.  The wagon holds about 7900 lbs., a 3/4 load for the 10,000 lb. capacity.  The horses should manage this well, and the party should make good time as long as the wagon remains out of the mud and moving.  Vale places the gemstones in one of his small pouches and puts them away into his haversack, holding them for magical use or good, ole fashioned gold to split among the rest of the party.  The large sacks of coinage glint nearly on their own without much light.  He tightens the opening to the sacks.  He also takes a set of the Elven Chainmail, but he stows it in his haversack; amazingly, it rolls neatly into the space.  He then takes one of the Elven Composite Bows (16 Str) and two quivers of regular arrows, stashing one quiver behind him in the wagon, and another on his shoulder lashed to his haversack.    "North."   He pulls a pipe and tobacco from his backpack, thinks better of it, puts the pipe back, and snaps up a single share of iron rations to eat on the fly, taking additional for his companions and tossing the small sacks of food gently to each of them.  As he eats, he examines the ogre leaders ring (without touching it) with a kerchief, and then the green potion, and then the wand, to attempt to ascertain what these items are.  [ooc] Skill Checks: Craft, Stonemasonry = 21  ; Knowledge Arcana (potion) = 21;  (wand) = 28:  May not get there, but if it's within his bailiwick, perhaps it will be enough [/ooc] As he finishes, he takes a pinch of tobacco and places between his lip/cheek and his teeth.  He swirls the juice, gathering its calming effect, and spits into the small gourd that came with this round of rations.  Not over the side, lest he give away their position.  He eyes the canyon bluffs, and stands every so often, partly to accommodate the soreness of his gout, and partly to attempt to look ahead.  [ooc]  Vale has the following scrolls, as a reminder: Lesser Restoration (4); Restoration (2); Speak w/ Dead (2); Remove Curse (1); Continual Flame (1); Command (1); Sanctuary (6); and some anti-undead spells and potions and alchemical substances [/ooc]</blockquote>

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