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<blockquote data-quote="arwink" data-source="post: 559755" data-attributes="member: 2292">Saturday, August 19th, 518 AF Spring is creeping up on Hommlet, the traditonal summer rains starting several months early.&nbsp; The morning air is crisp, on the edge of coolness, with heavy clouds covering the sky.&nbsp; Yip is awake first, ready to meet his compatriots in front of the Welcome Wench.&nbsp; It's a little before sun-up, and in the dim light coming over the horizon the dragon's skull looms like a dangerous shadow.&nbsp; Yip stares at the toothless smile and forces himself to smile back.&nbsp; A few second later, one of the village youths runs past on the end.&nbsp; Yip recognises him as Toth, the bakers son, and his forced grin turns real when he recognises the dragon's tooth hanging from a bit of string around the child's neck.&nbsp; Warwind and Taranos arrive as the sun crest the horizon.&nbsp; Both look slightly better after a nights sleep, but there is still a haunted look to Taranos' eyes.&nbsp; Yip watches the dwarven priests semi-vacant stare carefully.&nbsp; It seems as though something about coming back from the afterlife has frightened the dwarf, and Taranos' protestations that he'd rather stay dead next time are taken seriously.Durhon shows up a few minutes late, emerging from the Welcome Wench rather than the direction of his hut.&quot;A good night out?&quot; Warwind asks.Durhon burps at him.&quot;Right then,&quot; Warwind sneers.&nbsp; &quot;Best get moving.&quot;He holds a cake of soap up to Durhon's face, then grins widely.&quot;It looks like rain.&quot;Where'd ye get that?&quot;&quot;They have a store in town,&quot; Warwind explains with a sigh, &quot;and some of us don't blow all our wealth on ale.&quot;&quot;Feh, some of us spent all our gold keeping your worthless hand alive,&quot; Durhon snarls.&nbsp; &quot;Keep that in mind when yer nose decides the soap may be worth the risk.&quot;They take it easy on the trek back to the moathouse, setting up camp on the same hill they stopped at on their first trip out.&nbsp; As they eat dried trail rations around the small campfire, the rain starts.&nbsp; It pelts down heavily at first, but soon settles into a steady beat.&nbsp; The four Vetrans look at one another, wondering if anyone packed a tent.&nbsp; None have.&nbsp;&nbsp; They take what cover they can behind a rocky outcrop, then go back to their silent eating.Lightening flashes, briefly illuminating the hills around them.&nbsp; Warwind's keen eyes spot something.&quot;What's that?&quot; he asks.&nbsp; &quot;What?&quot; Taranos asks.&nbsp; Lightening flashes again, the the shape of a human form can be seen dancing accross the hills in the rain.&quot;That,&quot; Warwind says, pointing.A slightly crazed squeal cuts through the air.&quot;Del,&quot; Durhon grunts.&nbsp; He glances at Warwind.&quot;Seems he's like you when it comes to rain and showers.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="arwink, post: 559755, member: 2292"] [I]Saturday, August 19th, 518 AF[/I] Spring is creeping up on Hommlet, the traditonal summer rains starting several months early. The morning air is crisp, on the edge of coolness, with heavy clouds covering the sky. Yip is awake first, ready to meet his compatriots in front of the Welcome Wench. It's a little before sun-up, and in the dim light coming over the horizon the dragon's skull looms like a dangerous shadow. Yip stares at the toothless smile and forces himself to smile back. A few second later, one of the village youths runs past on the end. Yip recognises him as Toth, the bakers son, and his forced grin turns real when he recognises the dragon's tooth hanging from a bit of string around the child's neck. Warwind and Taranos arrive as the sun crest the horizon. Both look slightly better after a nights sleep, but there is still a haunted look to Taranos' eyes. Yip watches the dwarven priests semi-vacant stare carefully. It seems as though something about coming back from the afterlife has frightened the dwarf, and Taranos' protestations that he'd rather stay dead next time are taken seriously. Durhon shows up a few minutes late, emerging from the Welcome Wench rather than the direction of his hut. "A good night out?" Warwind asks. Durhon burps at him. "Right then," Warwind sneers. "Best get moving." He holds a cake of soap up to Durhon's face, then grins widely. "It looks like rain. "Where'd ye get that?" "They have a store in town," Warwind explains with a sigh, "and some of us don't blow all our wealth on ale." "Feh, some of us spent all our gold keeping your worthless hand alive," Durhon snarls. "Keep that in mind when yer nose decides the soap may be worth the risk." They take it easy on the trek back to the moathouse, setting up camp on the same hill they stopped at on their first trip out. As they eat dried trail rations around the small campfire, the rain starts. It pelts down heavily at first, but soon settles into a steady beat. The four Vetrans look at one another, wondering if anyone packed a tent. None have. They take what cover they can behind a rocky outcrop, then go back to their silent eating. Lightening flashes, briefly illuminating the hills around them. Warwind's keen eyes spot something. "What's that?" he asks. "What?" Taranos asks. Lightening flashes again, the the shape of a human form can be seen dancing accross the hills in the rain. "That," Warwind says, pointing. A slightly crazed squeal cuts through the air. "Del," Durhon grunts. He glances at Warwind. "Seems he's like you when it comes to rain and showers." [/QUOTE]

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