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Message: <blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 7197684" data-attributes="member: 9255">THE HIDDEN: BEYOND NEW WATER02   WORK DETAILSEGMENT 110“ORIEN CAMP”7/21/17Eyre 22, 1000It is late afternoon now as the caravan nears a large clearing.   Tyson notes the recent work here.  New cuts of wood and the recent movement of earth.  They are near the end of the first leg of this trip…. And he is barely any closer to the whereabouts of the two groups.“There are soooooo many mushrooms out here.  Even this early in the spring.    I wonder what kind of mushroom soup or sauce I can create?” Ziggy goes on more to himself than anyone else.“You may want to consult a local druid or ranger before you experiment.  Some of these mushrooms may be poisonous.” Adds Tyson as he watches two squirrels racing around as they do in the spring.“Or psychedelic ….” Smiles the changeling as he thinks of his many trips experimenting in the past.They climb a slight rise in the trail.  The road is incomplete here.  Many tree roots remain and even stones.As the carriage driver begins to wave into the forest, a bright blue beetle skittles across his seat.  It stops as if to smell him then moves on in an attempt to enter the carriage.Unseen by anyone, a large humanoid figure watches the carriages.  Its black eyes seem to barely register what it sees.  His friend will want to know and it slowly and silently moves away despite its great bulk and size.The group enters a field.  Dozens of tents are set up.  A small fire is near the center where a half-orc is walking about.  Wagons, horses and fencing are set to the side.  Bigger tents are to the right.  They look better than the average tent does and one has the sign of an unicorn on it (House Orien).  Workers, most look like they just got off duty, are shambling around the site.  Some stop and watch as the carriages arrive and come to a stop, others drift towards them.  Still others spit at the ground, scowl, and enter their tents angerly.   It’s a work camp for sure.A human with a sword strapped to his hip wielding a small buckler with an unknown heraldry walks up to the front most carriage.  “You are late.” Yu-gard replies hastily- “Twas a rough trip.  Lost a horse.”The man frowns as he looks at the second and the  last carriage.  He spots a changeling wearing a cloth head piece whom looks like a child in the city for the first time.  If his frown could grow deeper, it does.  “A horse aye……”“We got more supplies at Wine Tree.”“Tell Williams…. Not me.  I see something that requires my attention.”  The second in charge manager of the camp and in charge of the camp safety walks directly in a straight line to Feldrix.Ziggy hurries over to the fire.  There is a large pot of grayish brown fluid here.  The half-orc is now carrying a few mangled rabbits (one a Dire rabbit) and a short nobby club.  “What is this?!?” asks the chef with a barely hidden look of disgust.“Rabbit stew” answers the half-orc.  A bright green beetle leaps off the suddenly raised carcasses of rabbits.  “How old are they?”  He notes how the fur is coming off the Dire rabbit.  “And is that a Dire creature?”“Huh?!? Dire…… yes.”“Dire creatures tend to be so tough and boney.”He holds up his short club.  “Tenderize them I do.”  He says this with a smile of pride.“And this…. Where are the tators?  Carrots?”“tators?  What are tators?” He stops and half closes his eyes with suspicion.“PO-TA-TOES.  You know- bake em, fry em, boil em.” Says the chef as he hesitantly samples the soup base.   He spits it out.  “laundry day?”“NO.” says the half-orc camp cook with hurt feeling.  “STEW.”“Move aside before you hurt yourself.” And he adds in his head “poisons someone.”   He lays out his bag and begins to pull out spices, some alchemical (used to neutralize poison).A well dressed man with the heraldry of Orien on it steps out of the largest tent.  As he does so a series of small bells jingle.  Tyson’s sharp eyes spot a well dressed woman and a small boy within.  Curious.  “Hello and well met.  I am Lt. Cass Williams and I am in charge of this ca….. DRIVENS!”Carly Drivens, the second in charge, has rushed up to a man dressed in black plate mail.  The unique design suggests karrnathi in origin.  Not good.  Carly fought them many times during the war.  He lost his father and one brother in the war against their undead forces.  Both swords are out as Drivens demands the undead to leave.  “I have paid passage ….. and wish to complete ….. my agreement…. With Orien.” Says the undead knight. (not to be confused with a special undead skeleton of similar name and appearance)“What is your…. Name sir knight?” asks Williams.“Honor Guard and Knight of the 387 FELDRIX ir’DRAGOR”  He says lowing his sword.  He thumps his fist off his chest and raises it to the sky as the Knight’s custom would have it.Looking to ease and defer the tension, the Inquisitive steps up.  “I am High Inquisitive Tyson Murray of Sharn, Breland.  Thank you and your house.” He gives a nod of thanks and looks to the tent again.  The woman is outside now and trying to keep the excitable boy there.   Either the boy has not seen the skeletal knight or doesn’t fear him.“Carly- these are our new recruits.  Please show them Orien courtesy and show them their tents and a brief tour. “Suggests the leader.  “Oh- and keep the knight away from the druid’s tent until I talk to him.  I’m not sure what the dwarf will think of a Karrnathi knight being with us.”The tour is brief but ends well as a pleasant smell begins to drift through the camp.  “Is that Foel’s cooking?” asks one worker.“Welcome to Zigland.  Eldeen’s best chef.” Answers Tyson with a happy smile.</blockquote>

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