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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Deuce Traveler" data-source="post: 5024210" data-attributes="member: 34958">The scouting party continued north and through some twisting terrain.  Within a few hours they bridged such a distance between the caravan and themselves that the winding of the road and hills blocked the view between the two groups.  Richard Goodlake estimated a distance of about a mile and a half between the scouts and the front caravan wagon.It was difficult to see the occassional farm on either side of the road, but every so often the high ground dipped down low enough to give a glimpse.  The farms were definitely almost non-existant this far from Damascus.Duncan was the first to hear the violent smack of wood against flesh somewhere over the hills to his left.  The smack was followed by a large grunt of pain.  As the smacks continued, Francis heard it next followed by the professor and Alwyn.  There was some kind of combat near, about 50 meters off the road and over a hill blocking your view.Alwyn[sblock]"Time...," the red figure wailed.  "Yes, time.  Time has bonded me for so long, yet will one day take me and end this existence.  You show some wisdom and perhaps you will therefore achieve what I achieved while avoiding my fate.  I will allow your will to bend my own."  The figure disappeared as you felt a surge of power from a successful bind.[/sblock]</blockquote>