FitzTheRuke
Legend
Gimlak and Kaligan awoke before dawn. The plan was for the group to reunite, assess the situation at the Steading, and make recommendations for an organized assault by Lord Faldur's newly-bolstered forces. Over a quick meal, Gimlak recalled the promise that the group had made to the Stone Giant Utharn - that they would grant the stone giants two days to vacate before returning. Today was only one day. It wasn't a binding promise; they didn't really have the authority for one, but they had neglected to attempt to uphold it.
They returned to the Steading as the sky began to grow light in the east, finding Doc waiting for them along the trail not far from Captain Caine's camp - which was hidden from the trail, but not so well that they missed where it was. The strange man seemed a little different to them this day - happier, if his gray countenance could ever be seen as happy. (From Doc's perspective, he had boozed and gambled the night away; the only thing that would be better would be for a smoke and for some deserving varmints to die by his pistol-fire.)
The Colonel, Donnell, and Kahru were at the Tor when the others arrived. Duvrael had remained at the Cairn. Residual trauma from his incident with the strange altar (he had been saved from having his mind shattered, but it had been a close call) had utterly ruined his sleep, and he was in poor shape to go. Perhaps, he promised, a day off would bring him back to himself.
No obvious changes had occurred in the steading overnight; a simple morning change-of-guards was expected soon (at the moment it was the same as Kahru had observed in bird-form) but otherwise, all was quiet.
They returned to the Steading as the sky began to grow light in the east, finding Doc waiting for them along the trail not far from Captain Caine's camp - which was hidden from the trail, but not so well that they missed where it was. The strange man seemed a little different to them this day - happier, if his gray countenance could ever be seen as happy. (From Doc's perspective, he had boozed and gambled the night away; the only thing that would be better would be for a smoke and for some deserving varmints to die by his pistol-fire.)
The Colonel, Donnell, and Kahru were at the Tor when the others arrived. Duvrael had remained at the Cairn. Residual trauma from his incident with the strange altar (he had been saved from having his mind shattered, but it had been a close call) had utterly ruined his sleep, and he was in poor shape to go. Perhaps, he promised, a day off would bring him back to himself.
No obvious changes had occurred in the steading overnight; a simple morning change-of-guards was expected soon (at the moment it was the same as Kahru had observed in bird-form) but otherwise, all was quiet.
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