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Newfoundland [IC]
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Uriel
Living EN World Judge
Gear taken by Drithmyne
Mighty LC Bow (+1)
20 more arrows
Elven Chain (loaned by Resa)
Healer's Kit
As well, Drithmyne suggests that we take all of the food, waterskins and that Ben carry the other Healer's kit, perhaps with the climbing gear as well.
Drithmyne himself has quite a lot of survival gear, as he was expecting to send a lot of time in the Wilds when he reeached their destination.
As well, he says'Once we all have what we can carry, we should stow the remaining things back in the coffers and bury them above the water line, perhaps right at the treeline, in case we need to come back for them later.'
Thinking to himself 'And it would be good to not leave any weapons laying about for any hostile nativesto find and use against us.
Mighty LC Bow (+1)
20 more arrows
Elven Chain (loaned by Resa)
Healer's Kit
As well, Drithmyne suggests that we take all of the food, waterskins and that Ben carry the other Healer's kit, perhaps with the climbing gear as well.
Drithmyne himself has quite a lot of survival gear, as he was expecting to send a lot of time in the Wilds when he reeached their destination.
As well, he says'Once we all have what we can carry, we should stow the remaining things back in the coffers and bury them above the water line, perhaps right at the treeline, in case we need to come back for them later.'
Thinking to himself 'And it would be good to not leave any weapons laying about for any hostile nativesto find and use against us.
deadestdai
First Post
Whilst the others gather their new gear, Stillgem stops snoring and passes wind.
And then sleeps on.
And then sleeps on.
Mithreander
Explorer
Jollunia nods to the dwarf, though little emotion passes accross her features. Her mind is more on the ache in her legs and the pounding in her head, from the headache that just started. Her body was not used to the abuse it's been through. She starts to wonder if she should ask for aid from Wintra... but then looks around at the tropical setting and shakes her head (much to her regret, as the pain of her head ache worsens): Wintra would not appreciate a call from a region where winter has never touched. She may trully be on her own here.
Feeling even more isolated then before, Jollunia looks to the others as they start to drag the heavy gear that they intend to burry and shrugs. She was in no condition to help... and besides, whatever had affected the gnome was in the tunnel they were now looking to place the booty. She was NOT going to venture in there for the mear purpose of stowing gear that they may or may not use.
Seeing them work together, her aching seems to lessen and she even drops her gear to help drag one of the crates up the shore to the beginning of the tunnel, though in truth it's more for a sense of companionship then any real desire to help.
Feeling even more isolated then before, Jollunia looks to the others as they start to drag the heavy gear that they intend to burry and shrugs. She was in no condition to help... and besides, whatever had affected the gnome was in the tunnel they were now looking to place the booty. She was NOT going to venture in there for the mear purpose of stowing gear that they may or may not use.
Seeing them work together, her aching seems to lessen and she even drops her gear to help drag one of the crates up the shore to the beginning of the tunnel, though in truth it's more for a sense of companionship then any real desire to help.
Mithreander
Explorer
[Moving along!]
After the companions burry the caskets, and seeing the water line that much closer to the tree line, Jollunia is one of the people that hurry in the direction of the path that leads away from the shore. Using her halfspear heavily to maintain her footing on the trecherous sand, she struggles under the weight of the rope, previsions and her gear, but struggle she does. Are we there yet? she asks in her mind, though more as a joke to herself, then any seriousness. She knows that once they reach a safe place to camp, then they'll have to prepare it, asign guards and shift then make a dinner (of course they will probably just use their rations), then they may have an opertunity to rest.
She sighs deeply as she watches the seemingly tireless dwarf move in front of her.
After the companions burry the caskets, and seeing the water line that much closer to the tree line, Jollunia is one of the people that hurry in the direction of the path that leads away from the shore. Using her halfspear heavily to maintain her footing on the trecherous sand, she struggles under the weight of the rope, previsions and her gear, but struggle she does. Are we there yet? she asks in her mind, though more as a joke to herself, then any seriousness. She knows that once they reach a safe place to camp, then they'll have to prepare it, asign guards and shift then make a dinner (of course they will probably just use their rations), then they may have an opertunity to rest.
She sighs deeply as she watches the seemingly tireless dwarf move in front of her.
Mithreander
Explorer
Jollunia looks over at Drithmyne, that falls in beside her.
Hello! I don't think we've met. She thinks to her self, though the words are ready to form on her lips. I must say that I'm pleased to find others here in the same predicament as I, though of course I wish none of you were here too. An contridiction in thoughts. she thinks, her actions of not speaking and the words going through her mind a contradiction in itself.
She lowers her eyes back to the dwarf in front of her. She was both to tired, and unwilling to make a connection at this point to make those comments. Besides, it was taking all her self control just to keep moving forward.
Hello! I don't think we've met. She thinks to her self, though the words are ready to form on her lips. I must say that I'm pleased to find others here in the same predicament as I, though of course I wish none of you were here too. An contridiction in thoughts. she thinks, her actions of not speaking and the words going through her mind a contradiction in itself.
She lowers her eyes back to the dwarf in front of her. She was both to tired, and unwilling to make a connection at this point to make those comments. Besides, it was taking all her self control just to keep moving forward.
Andrew D. Gable
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Flynn leads the small party across the beach towards the path. He glances occasionally back to check that they're all still following.
Serpenteye
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walking...
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