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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Urko" data-source="post: 2649693" data-attributes="member: 30822">Into the Emerald ForestPebele:  Don't worry about odd posting times.  As you can see, it's somewhat erratic what time of day I get a chance to post as well.  I'm just happy when people post most days.   By the way, I got an email from doghead.  He's still having connectivity issues, but expects to join back in next week.Finally, while compliments are being handed out, I want to say how much I enjoy the dynamic that Dargin and the three ladies have going.  Very nice roleplaying!No doubt about it - the jungle is a beautiful place.  There is a riot of sounds, sights, and smells to delight the senses.  Depending on individual disposition, enchantment with the rain forest's splendor may last as long as an hour before the stinging insects, grasping thorns, patches of knee-deep mud, and general feeling that one is breathing through a wet blanket begin to dampen even the most enthusiastic of spirits. The going is slow, to say the least.  Although in general the terrain rises as you move away from the river, this is by no means uniform.  The land is furrowed with innumerable steep-walled gulleys and valleys, at the bottom of which run little streams, some swift and fresh, others stagnant and overgrown.  In some places it is necessary to crawl on hands and knees to get back out of the ravines.  Some of you may well be recalling with fondness the fan-cooled salon and running baths of the Hotel Metrol.  Still, by working together, the party is able to overcome the near constant obstacles in their journey.Occasional clearings, formed where one of the mighty trees has crashed to the earth, provide a welcome respite of fresh air and a look at the sky.  Great swarms of orange butterflies congregate there, as well as birds and small dinosaurs of every imaginable color.  Kolbek was right about the chirpers – not an hour goes that a group of three or four trail the party curiously for a time.  A few growls from Malk are enough to send them on their way.  Around mid afternoon it begins to rain.  Not hard, but steady, as if it intends to remain for the long haul.  The poor visibility is probably the reason Sanae falls into the trap.  Eff Flat barely has time to cry out when the jungle floor seems to open up beneath her and she disappears into a black hole.Sanae hits the ground with a heavy thud (8 HP damage).  There seems to be some kind of netting or fabric on her face.  Brushing it away, she realizes it is spider web.  In the dim light, she can see that the walls of this pit are fairly alive with its makers; perhaps thousands of white, coin sized arachnids seethe there.As the rest of the party is beginning to react, a quavering, singing voice from off in the brush catches their attention.”Hey fi-diddle fee, here we bemy larder is fullthere’s food and drink and clothes for meTomorrow I...”The song stops short.  A ragged man, probably human under the filth, dressed in skins and a broad leaf for a hat stares at all of you in surprise.Anyone may act.</blockquote>

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