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<blockquote data-quote="Knightfall" data-source="post: 285784" data-attributes="member: 2012"><p><strong>Journey South (cont.)</strong></p><p></p><p><em><strong>From the Journal of Bactra Redwind, son of Minonus</strong></em></p><p></p><p><em><strong>South of Leverkan:</strong></em></p><p><em>We ran for hours. The desert elves were relentless. A forest soon appeared in the distance and Dabuk decided he’d rather face the elves with some cover than out in the open. We reached the trees just minutes before the elves would have caught us. Dabuk yelled for everyone to keep going and look for cover. I found a cubbyhole in behind a large tree, while doing my best not to let my heart jump out of my chest.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Dvalin ducked behind a fallen log, Mesik scampered up another tree hiding in the foliage, and Jeddar crouched down behind a large stone. I couldn’t see Dabuk anywhere. Then he was right beside me with one hand on my shoulder and the other over my mouth. He scared me so badly I was sure I was on my way to Arvandor. (I wish he wouldn't do that.)</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>He had stared at me with cold eyes, which spoke volumes. Obviously, I had been breathing to loud or something. We sat there for what felt like hours. Dabuk kept scanning the forest for the desert elves, while keeping me calm at the same time.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Then we saw them. The elves came to the edge of the forest. Thundersand just stood there staring into the tree line not moving. None of the elves had looked like they wanted to come in after us. Soon they were setting up camp, but the whole time the shaman hadn’t moved a breath…</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>…Twilight came and went. Dabuk refused to move and everyone followed his example. We stayed that way for hours. Then the shaman roared defiantly at the trees, spitting on the ground and went to his tent, which his devoted followers had ready for him.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>I sighed in relief but Dabuk still refused to move for another half an hour. Then he gave the signal to the others to come out of hiding. Everyone moved as quietly as possible moving deeper into the forest with Dabuk in the lead...</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>…The forest was a nice change from the heat of the desert and plains. The moisture seemed to hang in the air and the canopy that hung overhead kept the lower regions somewhat cooler. It was like being home again…</em></p><p></p><p>“Dabuk, where are we going?” Bactra kept his voice to just a whisper.</p><p></p><p>“With this much moisture there has to be some sort of lake or river here. That is where we are going.” No one doubted his keen senses. To him a forest was a forest, no matter where it was. He could just as easily track something here as he could in the Great Forest of Northern Harqual. It was his insight, his gift from Rillifane.</p><p></p><p>Several hours passed in silence as the companions concentrated on keeping up with Dabuk's brisk pace. Dvalin had removed his armor carrying it on his back. Dabuk had shown him years ago how to pack it so that it didn't clang together. He wasn't as silent a runner as the rest of them but it would have to do.</p><p></p><p>Mesik strode beside Dabuk coving his back, while Jeddar ran in the rear to cover the rest of them. Bactra easily timed his footfalls with his cousins, while keeping an eye on Dvalin – making sure he didn’t falter.</p><p></p><p>Then Dabuk stopped. “There is definitely water up ahead. Bactra, you, Dvalin, and Jeddar stay here while Mesik and I scout ahead.”</p><p></p><p>Before anyone could object, he and Mesik disappeared into the forest.</p><p></p><p>“I hate it when he does that.” Dvalin heaved his pack off stretching his sore shoulders.</p><p></p><p>“Would you rather go back and face those desert elves?” Jeddar noted his friend's answer was silence. “That's what I thought.”</p><p></p><p>“Will you two be quiet. Those elves could be right behind us.” They had spoke out loud as if we were back home in the hall of the Tiger Guild.</p><p></p><p>“I don't think so.” Jeddar shook his head lowering his voice. “They seemed very reluctant to come into the forest.”</p><p></p><p>“And what does that tell you?” Dabuk dropped down out of tree behind Jeddar. The bard went for his blades but Dabuk wrapped his arms around him before he could reach them. “Got you!”</p><p></p><p>“You bastard, don't do that.” Jeddar wiggled free, scowling.</p><p></p><p>“Well?” Dabuk let him go as Mesik came out of the trees beside me.</p><p></p><p>“All right, all right. More than likely something about the place scares them. And whatever can scare a whole tribe of bloodthirsty desert elves is something not to take lightly. Happy now?”</p><p></p><p>“Yes.” Dabuk usually doesn't say a lot. It's in his nature.</p><p></p><p>“There is a lake about 100 paces to the southeast.” Mesik elbowed Dvalin’s knee. “We found a nice clearing in the trees up ahead. Perfect for a camp.”</p><p></p><p>“And an ambush.” Dabuk obviously didn't agree with Mesik's decision.</p><p></p><p>“It's better than the shoreline. We don't want to be trapped with our backs to the water.” Mesik crossed his arms tapping his boot. “Besides, we have an agreement. You're the tracker, I pick the camp sites.”</p><p></p><p>“I remember. But that doesn't mean I have to like it.”</p><p></p><p>“All this nonsense over a camp site.” Dvalin hefted his pack back onto his shoulders. “Now, which way is my bed.”</p><p></p><p>Everyone smiled.</p><p></p><p>* * *</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Knightfall, post: 285784, member: 2012"] [b]Journey South (cont.)[/b] [I][B]From the Journal of Bactra Redwind, son of Minonus[/B][/I] [I][B]South of Leverkan:[/B] We ran for hours. The desert elves were relentless. A forest soon appeared in the distance and Dabuk decided he’d rather face the elves with some cover than out in the open. We reached the trees just minutes before the elves would have caught us. Dabuk yelled for everyone to keep going and look for cover. I found a cubbyhole in behind a large tree, while doing my best not to let my heart jump out of my chest. Dvalin ducked behind a fallen log, Mesik scampered up another tree hiding in the foliage, and Jeddar crouched down behind a large stone. I couldn’t see Dabuk anywhere. Then he was right beside me with one hand on my shoulder and the other over my mouth. He scared me so badly I was sure I was on my way to Arvandor. (I wish he wouldn't do that.) He had stared at me with cold eyes, which spoke volumes. Obviously, I had been breathing to loud or something. We sat there for what felt like hours. Dabuk kept scanning the forest for the desert elves, while keeping me calm at the same time. Then we saw them. The elves came to the edge of the forest. Thundersand just stood there staring into the tree line not moving. None of the elves had looked like they wanted to come in after us. Soon they were setting up camp, but the whole time the shaman hadn’t moved a breath… …Twilight came and went. Dabuk refused to move and everyone followed his example. We stayed that way for hours. Then the shaman roared defiantly at the trees, spitting on the ground and went to his tent, which his devoted followers had ready for him. I sighed in relief but Dabuk still refused to move for another half an hour. Then he gave the signal to the others to come out of hiding. Everyone moved as quietly as possible moving deeper into the forest with Dabuk in the lead... …The forest was a nice change from the heat of the desert and plains. The moisture seemed to hang in the air and the canopy that hung overhead kept the lower regions somewhat cooler. It was like being home again…[/I] “Dabuk, where are we going?” Bactra kept his voice to just a whisper. “With this much moisture there has to be some sort of lake or river here. That is where we are going.” No one doubted his keen senses. To him a forest was a forest, no matter where it was. He could just as easily track something here as he could in the Great Forest of Northern Harqual. It was his insight, his gift from Rillifane. Several hours passed in silence as the companions concentrated on keeping up with Dabuk's brisk pace. Dvalin had removed his armor carrying it on his back. Dabuk had shown him years ago how to pack it so that it didn't clang together. He wasn't as silent a runner as the rest of them but it would have to do. Mesik strode beside Dabuk coving his back, while Jeddar ran in the rear to cover the rest of them. Bactra easily timed his footfalls with his cousins, while keeping an eye on Dvalin – making sure he didn’t falter. Then Dabuk stopped. “There is definitely water up ahead. Bactra, you, Dvalin, and Jeddar stay here while Mesik and I scout ahead.” Before anyone could object, he and Mesik disappeared into the forest. “I hate it when he does that.” Dvalin heaved his pack off stretching his sore shoulders. “Would you rather go back and face those desert elves?” Jeddar noted his friend's answer was silence. “That's what I thought.” “Will you two be quiet. Those elves could be right behind us.” They had spoke out loud as if we were back home in the hall of the Tiger Guild. “I don't think so.” Jeddar shook his head lowering his voice. “They seemed very reluctant to come into the forest.” “And what does that tell you?” Dabuk dropped down out of tree behind Jeddar. The bard went for his blades but Dabuk wrapped his arms around him before he could reach them. “Got you!” “You bastard, don't do that.” Jeddar wiggled free, scowling. “Well?” Dabuk let him go as Mesik came out of the trees beside me. “All right, all right. More than likely something about the place scares them. And whatever can scare a whole tribe of bloodthirsty desert elves is something not to take lightly. Happy now?” “Yes.” Dabuk usually doesn't say a lot. It's in his nature. “There is a lake about 100 paces to the southeast.” Mesik elbowed Dvalin’s knee. “We found a nice clearing in the trees up ahead. Perfect for a camp.” “And an ambush.” Dabuk obviously didn't agree with Mesik's decision. “It's better than the shoreline. We don't want to be trapped with our backs to the water.” Mesik crossed his arms tapping his boot. “Besides, we have an agreement. You're the tracker, I pick the camp sites.” “I remember. But that doesn't mean I have to like it.” “All this nonsense over a camp site.” Dvalin hefted his pack back onto his shoulders. “Now, which way is my bed.” Everyone smiled. * * * [/QUOTE]
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