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Message: <blockquote data-quote="the Jester" data-source="post: 2274227" data-attributes="member: 1210">The War WagonLundy Goodwheel introduces herself to our heroes.  She is dressed in practical traveling clothes, without sign of armor or heavy weapons. “Lundy here has a problem that you might be able to help her with, as you are halflings.”  Monli the druid smiles slightly.  Lundy nods.  She explains, “I’m something of a carpenter.  I like to build things, and I’m quite good at it. Although this time my talents have been misused!”“What do you mean?” asks Federico.Lundy explains her problem to the party.  She was commissioned to build a halfling war wagon.  Our heroes perk up at that: they have long batted around the concept of getting a war wagon as their mobile fortress.* Sandy and Federico grin at each other.  And here is someone who can build one!Unfortunately, Lundy built the wagon only to have the rapscallions who commissioned it steal it away from her!  “How could they do this so easily?” wonders Federico.  Lundy hotly retorts, “They were halflings.  I trusted them.”“Well, I hope you know better than to do that again!” exclaims Beau.***The afternoon is busy.  Our heroes have decided that they must move on to Zacradose, to prevent further attacks on Dyshim; and so while the others guard the mayor’s rally, Jawbreaker begins making inquiries into passage.  When the rally finishes, in the late afternoon, our heroes assemble, join up with Lundy and begin tracking the wagon.  At first the ruts are easy to follow; even without a tracker the party could follow them.  But as twilight deepens towards full dark, our heroes stop to make camp not far from the edge of the jungle.  The tracks appear to lead inside Sriti’s Jungle.At the edge of the jungle, as the party begins to set up tents, Lundy offers, “I can make a much better shelter for us a lot more easily.”  When they ask what she means, she speaks magic syllabuls in a loud voice, drawing her hands through various arcane forms; and then a Leomund’s secure shelter appears.  “Wow!” exclaims Federico.  “That’s neat!”Despite the shelter, our heroes remain wary.  Through the night, our heroes keep a careful watch.  The strange sounds emanating from the nearby foliage keep the watchers ever alert; our heroes have been in the jungle before.  They know just how dangerous it can be.  Anything could spring out an attempt to gain the key ingredient for a halfling sandwich at any moment. But nothing does, at least over the course of the night, and our heroes move on after some shennanigans involving Naomi’s big mean dog Butcher and Humphrey the druid (who uses calm animals to settle Butcher long enough to put Bogart’s collar of gift of speech onto him).  Butcher’s position on two-legs becomes clear; it is obvious that the dog become so mean through heavy abuse.  Humphrey’s heart aches for the poor animal, and our heroes vow to do their best to win Butcher over.The tracks are harder to follow here, but Jawbreaker keeps the party on track.  The track leads through jungle areas wide enough to accomodate the wagon, so for now there is not much in the way of choking vegetation.  There are plenty of bugs, and no one could possibly complain about the lack of humidity, however. It soons become clear that our heroes are catching up.  As the terrain becomes somewhat more difficult for the halflings, it must have become considerably more difficult for the wagon.  The party passes first one campsite, then another, where Jawbreaker indicates that the wagon must have camped.“We’re catching up,” Lundy says with satisfaction.  “How long ago was it stolen?” asks Federico.Lundy replies, “About three days ago.”“Then we must be getting close!”The party keeps on moving, and suddenly they catch sight of some movement in the brush.  A slithering set of scales... men and women, with slightly scaled skin behind them.“Serpent folk suck!” Federico begins japing. Arthur whips a shot of liquor from his bandolier, wobbling on his feet already.  Jawbreaker rushes forward with his axe overhead while Sandy starts laying down covering fire.  Beau darts forward and kills the giant snake with a shocking grasp while Naomi initiates her energy retort.The serpent-folk cry out under the sudden, unexpected assault.  Two great lizards are in the brush, as well as a half-dozen of the snake folk.  They immediately begin attempting to repel the halfling attack, using fear to try to drive some of our heroes off, trying to dominate the drunken Arthur.  However, our heroes are fighting as a unit; their minds are aligned strongly together.  They all throw off the initial mental assaults, and the Halfling Action Militia, or H.A.M. (as they are now calling themselves) begins to overwhelm the snake folk.  The massive crowd of dogs (Butcher, Bogart, Portnoy, Rider and Hauler) tears into the serpent-folk.  Though they fight back roughly, and one of them breaks Jawbreaker’s jaw (oh, the irony!), the snake folk are cut to pieces.  Panting, our heroes reflect for a moment.  It’s as is they’re having an unspoken debate.“They’re traveling slow,” points out Naomi.“You right.”  Jawbreaker nods.  “We have time.  We stop to harvest snake.”Next Time: The pursuit continues!*In truth, the discussion started the very first session of the halfling party.</blockquote>

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