[The Mythar Resistance] On The Trail
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Seeing Uiim's trying to cheer everyone up. Log pastes a smile onto his face and thens starts to go around making jokes and bashing on almost everyone because they didn't say anything about his great meal. Never leaving some one until they smiled at least a quick smile and even then returning to them to make sure that they contniue to smile. When everyone seems to be tired he sayes he will gladly take first watch because he didn't seem to do anything during the day.
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I'll just sit down in the shadows a little ways away from the fire and looks into it all smile draining away from his face as he gazes into the fire with his ears sharp.
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As Log keeps watch the rest of you attempt to settle in, although it is a restless night plagued with thoughts of the Mythar laying waste to the innocent villagers homes and lives. Switching off watches with Tau, Layonarai and Nassitch the night passes without event.
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Today the sun is hidden behind a swath of dark clouds, and before camp is broken a light drizzle begins to fall. Sending a surprising chill through your weary bodies. Breakfast is eaten as you set off, the gruel of trail rations and luke-warm coffee, adds to the discomforting tone.
The road narrows at some points to a carriage width and the rain has turned the normally dusty hard-packed earth into soggy mud which slops and squelches as you pass. The forests remain dark around you, from which you tug your cloaks tighter to ward off a cold that is more than just the drizzle.
Soon the grey is overcome by the darkness of night and the rain beats on, you pull the carriages and wagons aside into a partial clearing and make camp. Log continues to attempt to cheer his companions up, but his humor is even lost on himself.
Lightning begins to splay through the skies creating great thunderous roars which rattle the walls of the carriages and cause the horses to whinny and tug uncomfortably against their ties.
You sit together, huddled under a makeshift canvas roof stretched between the tops of the two carriages and the wagon. A small fire spits against the wet wood it is forced to burn.
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Today the sun is hidden behind a swath of dark clouds, and before camp is broken a light drizzle begins to fall. Sending a surprising chill through your weary bodies. Breakfast is eaten as you set off, the gruel of trail rations and luke-warm coffee, adds to the discomforting tone.
The road narrows at some points to a carriage width and the rain has turned the normally dusty hard-packed earth into soggy mud which slops and squelches as you pass. The forests remain dark around you, from which you tug your cloaks tighter to ward off a cold that is more than just the drizzle.
Soon the grey is overcome by the darkness of night and the rain beats on, you pull the carriages and wagons aside into a partial clearing and make camp. Log continues to attempt to cheer his companions up, but his humor is even lost on himself.
Lightning begins to splay through the skies creating great thunderous roars which rattle the walls of the carriages and cause the horses to whinny and tug uncomfortably against their ties.
You sit together, huddled under a makeshift canvas roof stretched between the tops of the two carriages and the wagon. A small fire spits against the wet wood it is forced to burn.
Erekose13
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Sitting around the fire in the grey morning, Tau's mood matches the weather perfectly,"I am of two minds, one the one hand I hope that those Mythar are not still on our tail. Sure we didn't see anything last night, but if they came upon us during our meeting, our contact might get spooked or feel betrayed. On the other hand I kind of hope they are still after us, because then they are not after the poor villagers. That Cantus sure made a lot of trouble, if we ever find him he needs to understand what his actions have brought upon the town.
"I'm not sure what could happen, I'm just a simple dwarf. But if they do follow us, we know what to do with them!" Kromgron says with feeling.
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Layonarai Leafrunner - Female Elf Spirit Shaman 5
Layonarai sits with her companions and listens to the discussion. Then she stairs out into the rain.
"If they are still on our trail, this storm will increase the potency of my lightning spells."
She then returns her attention to the fire.
"Where are we going again? I forget..."
Layonarai sits with her companions and listens to the discussion. Then she stairs out into the rain.
"If they are still on our trail, this storm will increase the potency of my lightning spells."
She then returns her attention to the fire.
"Where are we going again? I forget..."
With his humor lost on everyone log just sits in a corner. A sense of though and loss seems to be around him. He just stares blankly into space as he twirls a dagger around his fingers and hands slowly. Though he seems deep in though he gladly offers to take the first watch.
Ashy
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Uiim, gloomy and resigned to silence for the day, opens his mouth as if to speak. Before any sound exits, however, he clamps his mouth shut abruptly. Finally, after chewing on his words for what seems like an eternity, he replies, "We are going to meet a contact of mine - an informant - he is suppossed to have important information for us..."
Log's eyes flash up from their seemingly deep swim in the pool of thought and looks at uiim. He stands quickly and leans against what is ever nearist with the dagger shealthed under his clothes. Before Uiim gets his first lines out. He is alert and ready for anything now it seems.
