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<blockquote data-quote="Sphyh" data-source="post: 5074850" data-attributes="member: 34997">Onesimus drops his pack with a thud once Lora gave the order to stop. He begins to twist at the hip back and forth and get a slight pop from his back each time. Finally with both hands on his lower back and a bending arch backwards he gets a good solid pop and sighs slightly. He plops down onto a fallen log and immediately a small creature, not sure what, sprints away into the undergrowth. He obviously disturbed the small creatures home. He rummages out a small morsel of dried venison and some rather dry bread. With crumbs on his stubble and dry mouth after his meal he grabs his waterskin and moves over to the stream. The sun rays pierce through the canopy and dance on the water. He cups his hands into the cool, clear water causing small gathering of minnows to scatter in all directions. Holding the water to his face he smells the water for impurities and decided to have a sip. He puts the water to his dry lips and takes a drink. Satisfied with it he proceeds to fill his waterskin. Submerging both hands in the water he laps up some water to his face and hair to cool himself off from the morning's travel. Standing and shaking his hands dry he moves over to his log and and sips on his fresh, spring water as he takes in the beautiful scenery.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Sphyh, post: 5074850, member: 34997"] Onesimus drops his pack with a [I]thud [/I]once Lora gave the order to stop. He begins to twist at the hip back and forth and get a slight pop from his back each time. Finally with both hands on his lower back and a bending arch backwards he gets a good solid pop and sighs slightly. He plops down onto a fallen log and immediately a small creature, not sure what, sprints away into the undergrowth. He obviously disturbed the small creatures home. He rummages out a small morsel of dried venison and some rather dry bread. With crumbs on his stubble and dry mouth after his meal he grabs his waterskin and moves over to the stream. The sun rays pierce through the canopy and dance on the water. He cups his hands into the cool, clear water causing small gathering of minnows to scatter in all directions. Holding the water to his face he smells the water for impurities and decided to have a sip. He puts the water to his dry lips and takes a drink. Satisfied with it he proceeds to fill his waterskin. Submerging both hands in the water he laps up some water to his face and hair to cool himself off from the morning's travel. Standing and shaking his hands dry he moves over to his log and and sips on his fresh, spring water as he takes in the beautiful scenery. [/QUOTE]

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