Meanwhile, Deke tries on one of the sheep costumes scattered about and instantly becomes a sheep, prompting comments from Borin about not getting too close to Lord Dobberick or he may find himself intimately acquainted. Deke takes the costume off immediately. Kalina takes Fang outside the cave to test a new slingshot she has found. It radiates with magical energy but she is not sure how it works. After a few unsuccessful tries where it acts as a simple slingshot, she concentrates on the weapon in her hand for several minutes. Realizing there must be a command word, Kalina searches her brain for possibilities. “What do I know about rocks? They come in all shapes and sizes. They can be deadly, especially in an…Avalanche.” With deft fingers she picks up a small pebble and places it in the worn leather patch and lets it fly, saying “avanlanche” as she does so. With wonder, the druid watches as the tiny rock grows to ten times its size, becoming a giant boulder that smashes against the rocks below. In her mind she can her Fang’s growling voice “Very impressive.” Quizzically she turns to the wolf at her side and thinks, “did you just say something?”
“It’s about time you’re smart enough to understand me,” comes the rumbling reply in her thoughts. They spend a long time exploring their newfound communication link, a gift from the magical water.
Inside the cave, Borin picks up a giant bearskin armor and examines it carefully. Something about the bearskin looks familiar to Fergus who racks his brain to think of what it is. Somewhere in all of his bardic knowledge, he must know something about this white fur. Several minutes go by and finally he shouts, “It’s polar bear armor. That’s right good stuff ya got there,” his thick brogue considerably rolling the last word on his tongue. Borin happily dons the white fur, not really caring what kind of bear it is. “As long as it keeps me from getting hit,” he grumbles.
And so the day passes. Realizing that they cannot leave with Morgaine snoring softly in the corner, the group beds down for another night in the cave, taking their standard watches at the entrance just as before. Marja happily relinquishes guard duty in favor of beauty sleep. Not that she needs it. In the middle of the night, Deke and Gemma hear a group of goblins making their way up the rocky path. It sounds to Deke, who can just make out bits and pieces of the conversation, that they are trying to convince a large, hulking creature to join them. Gemma runs to wake the group.
“It’s about time you’re smart enough to understand me,” comes the rumbling reply in her thoughts. They spend a long time exploring their newfound communication link, a gift from the magical water.
Inside the cave, Borin picks up a giant bearskin armor and examines it carefully. Something about the bearskin looks familiar to Fergus who racks his brain to think of what it is. Somewhere in all of his bardic knowledge, he must know something about this white fur. Several minutes go by and finally he shouts, “It’s polar bear armor. That’s right good stuff ya got there,” his thick brogue considerably rolling the last word on his tongue. Borin happily dons the white fur, not really caring what kind of bear it is. “As long as it keeps me from getting hit,” he grumbles.
And so the day passes. Realizing that they cannot leave with Morgaine snoring softly in the corner, the group beds down for another night in the cave, taking their standard watches at the entrance just as before. Marja happily relinquishes guard duty in favor of beauty sleep. Not that she needs it. In the middle of the night, Deke and Gemma hear a group of goblins making their way up the rocky path. It sounds to Deke, who can just make out bits and pieces of the conversation, that they are trying to convince a large, hulking creature to join them. Gemma runs to wake the group.
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I can ask something else later.
