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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Funeris" data-source="post: 2683631" data-attributes="member: 22792">Chapter Somenumber: Minetown ContinuedMagnus twisted his head, vomit splattering onto the ground.  He had narrowly avoided the piece of parchment he had been scribbling upon all day.  The mage grabbed his stomach and moaned.“Don’t worry,” Motega joyfully replied.  “The nausea will pass.  Belladonna always has that effect.  You’re lucky you survived mage.”  The Rornman smiled wickedly.“And why do you carry it with you?” The young wizard groaned in between another surge of bile and vomit.“It always pays to be prepared,” Motega quietly replied, his grin fading.The road along Raider’s Bay had carried the Heroes safely southward, toward Minetown.  Surprisingly after the battle with the lycanthrope and the slaughter of the Roven, they had traveled unmolested.  Aside from the occasional forest, the view had been open and gracious.  There was even a pleasant breeze rolling over the crags blocking the bay.  The green grasses confining the road swayed gently in the soft air.Soon enough, the outskirts of buildings began to pop up.  Most were small, wooden framed structures with thatched roofs.  A few townsfolk were milling about their homes, but as the Heroes approached they scowled scuttling toward their doors.  While the behavior was curious, it was not entirely unexpected.  If the Culites were using Minetown as a base of operation, all outsiders would have been distrusted.The party collectively sighed, trotting their horses deeper into the village.  As they drew up to a fork, they slowed and stopped.  All signs of life had vanished; people disappearing into their homes with a slam of a door and not even a second glance.“Ideas?”  Fitz questioned.“The tavern,” the paladin replied, sure and confident about the decision.“That flying halfling did mention something about a tavern and its halfling owner,” Motega agreed.“I hate taverns,” Magnus complained.  “You always meet the strangest people in them.”  With a teasing glance at his compatriots, the mage trotted forward, searching for the tavern.-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Well, there's my third update for you Yeti.  I have now update each of the story hours once since wednesday...all with approximately 4-500 words.  (I even tied this one to Valus +20 with tavern references <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f600.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":D" title="Big grin    :D"  data-smilie="8"data-shortname=":D" /> ) So there.Happy b-day to me...happy b-day to me....<img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f609.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=";)" title="Wink    ;)"  data-smilie="2"data-shortname=";)" />~Fune</blockquote>

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