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In the Middle of...Somewhere
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EvolutionKB
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Victor 33/66 8 DR remaining
Victor focuses but for a moment, and the vision and hearing of his comrades is increased once more. He then speaks to the group. "Seeming as how we are lost, one path is just as good as another. My only fear is that whoever made the less traveled roads never got to finish them. We may only start to follow one of them, and to find it stops in the jungle."
Victor focuses but for a moment, and the vision and hearing of his comrades is increased once more. He then speaks to the group. "Seeming as how we are lost, one path is just as good as another. My only fear is that whoever made the less traveled roads never got to finish them. We may only start to follow one of them, and to find it stops in the jungle."
EvolutionKB
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Victor 33/66 8 DR remaining
"True, true. I'd just rather not be stuck sleeping in the middle of the jungle all night. My patron lived in a jungle like this, some of his kind wouldn't be liking us sleeping in their territory. The beach is more safe, but if we must choose, I pick this one," he says as he points to a random less traveled road. He then begins walking in the direction of that path.
"True, true. I'd just rather not be stuck sleeping in the middle of the jungle all night. My patron lived in a jungle like this, some of his kind wouldn't be liking us sleeping in their territory. The beach is more safe, but if we must choose, I pick this one," he says as he points to a random less traveled road. He then begins walking in the direction of that path.
Ankh-Morpork Guard
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OOC:[sblock]Sorry for taking so long to get a reply in. Been a hellish few days but hopefully things will be dying down.[/sblock]
The path to the north of the proved to be as cramped as it looked. It wound through the thick trees at rather odd angles and made strange turns only to, seemingly, go back another direction for no apparent reason. The ground was rough, with tree branches fallen and so much underbrush that it was nearly impossible to see the actual ground. It also grew dark as you moved in farther, as if it was dusk, despite knowing that the sun was still high in the air above...or should be, at least. It couldn't be seen through the canopy of the trees.
A few small animals scattered as you passed close by, eyeing you from spots but not making any aggressive actions. Overrall, it seemed like the local creatures simply wanted to be left alone and were almost curious at seeing you passing by.
After roughly an hour of following the path, you all begin to hear a collection of sounds. At first, it could easily have been birds or something similar, but the closer you listen, and the more you follow the path, the more the sound changes. There are many...and some seem like voices, though if they're speaking words you cannot understand them, and through the trees, you cannot see anything. But there is an odd quality to the voices, and you are sure there are many. They seem to have an odd echo that gives them a quality that, even being far enough away to have trouble hearing them clearly, sends a chill up your spine.
The path to the north of the proved to be as cramped as it looked. It wound through the thick trees at rather odd angles and made strange turns only to, seemingly, go back another direction for no apparent reason. The ground was rough, with tree branches fallen and so much underbrush that it was nearly impossible to see the actual ground. It also grew dark as you moved in farther, as if it was dusk, despite knowing that the sun was still high in the air above...or should be, at least. It couldn't be seen through the canopy of the trees.
A few small animals scattered as you passed close by, eyeing you from spots but not making any aggressive actions. Overrall, it seemed like the local creatures simply wanted to be left alone and were almost curious at seeing you passing by.
After roughly an hour of following the path, you all begin to hear a collection of sounds. At first, it could easily have been birds or something similar, but the closer you listen, and the more you follow the path, the more the sound changes. There are many...and some seem like voices, though if they're speaking words you cannot understand them, and through the trees, you cannot see anything. But there is an odd quality to the voices, and you are sure there are many. They seem to have an odd echo that gives them a quality that, even being far enough away to have trouble hearing them clearly, sends a chill up your spine.
Voda Vosa
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All the way down to where they were now, Bonamius complained about everything. The roots, the fallen branches, the lack of light, the rouge terrain... all of it seem just to anger him. After each complain, the "We should have taken the other path" sentence was always there.
Upon hearing the sounds, the pessimist warlock sighs. "Please, no more undead, I could stand a beast or some orcs, but not more undead!" he draw out his weapon. "We should have taken the other path"
Upon hearing the sounds, the pessimist warlock sighs. "Please, no more undead, I could stand a beast or some orcs, but not more undead!" he draw out his weapon. "We should have taken the other path"
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