[The Mythar Resistance] On The Trail

[Ferrix]

You drink and talk for some time, the cool night air making some of you huddle a bit closer to the fires. As the last of the second cask runs dry a rather handsome lad runs up to the group, covered in sweat, he seems to be panting heavily. As some of you reach for your weapons, he approaches Olivia and takes her hand, his warm youthful voice ringing out, "would you care to dance m'am?" The courtesy of youth is definitely not lost out here where other things seem to fail. Your hands ease away from blades and similar things, to rest easily upon your mugs. More men and women gather about you all, children, young and old, hobbled and able, they offer or drag you to dance.

The two drummers seeing the performers joining in lower the music until it is just a trembling feverish pitch on the edge of the ear. Building, an earthly bass, tumbling of hits, patters, beats. This simple pair of drummers loses you in a world of rhythm and dance.

Hours pass...

As you all drag yourselves to bed in the bunk-carriages*, you are amazed at the height to which this small town has brought you. The weariness of such a long night, the dancing and for some the alcohol brings all of you to a swift and deep reverie.

*The bunk-carriages are two carriages which house all of you, each has space for four medium sized people and one small sized person. Arrange yourselves as you wish.

 

[log-a-log]

log-a-log enters in to his designated bunk cart and crawls into his top bunch with a moan and a groan."Well that was fun thought I think that I might be feeling it tomorrow." Then with a wide and big grin logan startes to settle in and begans his few moments of meditation on top of his bed to sharpen his senses and relax his mind.

 

[The Rolling Man]

Before the end of the night, Olivia frees herself of her current dancing partner and, with the help of Eye, finds her old violin.

If we're really heading into grave danger, this might be the last chance I have to play it for a while.

She plays it, as best as she can, with the two drummers, adding to their beat a slow melancholic melody ponctuated by wild outburst of a furious music. Later, really tired by all this activity, she falls asleep quickly in one of the bunk-carriages.

 

[Ashy]

Layonarai continues to have a conversation with herself for several minutes. As Uiim proposes the toast, she stops what she was doing and nods to him. Then she merely watches and smiles while the others celebrate.

The old gnome pours a mug and brings it to Layonarai. He hands it to her, clinking it with his own. "To tomorrow.", he says simply, similing.

 

[Ashy]

Uiim himself refrains from dancing (not that anyone desired to dance with a gnome at any rate), but claps along with the beat. "Fine fiddle playing!", he remarks to Olivia, once she has finished.

Finally, once everyone has gone to bed, the old gnome makes sure all have retried for the evening, and, as is his way, does a final check on everything before retiring himself. Even once he lies down, despite his weariness, he finds it hard to sleep - his mind racing over what is to come on the 'morrow...

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Kromgron actually ends up flinging one of his smaller partners in a wild whirl, his dancing consisting of more jumps and leaps than actual steps. Sweating freely after his exertions, he goes to clean himself up, then bunks on one of the lower beds, smiling contentedly.*

 

[Lazlow]

Osric makes his way back to his bunk after he realizes that there really aren't two Nassitches... But can't get to sleep, even with the aid of the gnomes fiery liquor. He listens to the music finally die away, wondering if this was the last time he'd ever hear Olivia's violin.

Unable to sleep, he lays there, waiting for the familiar sounds of Uiim making his rounds. Then, when he's sure that Uiim's retired for the evening, he sneaks out of his bunk and grabs his old bedroll from his cart. "This may be the last time I can enjoy sleeping under the stars," he says to himself. "May as well take the chance." He finds a spot not too far from the camp and settles down.

 

[Keia]

Nassitch (male Kobold)

NAssitch and Kimble enjoy the rest of their evening. Kimble would occasionally bark and prace with those dancing, while Nassitch stayed on the sidelines and watched with his mug in his hands. When the make-shift party wore down, Nassitch helped with cleaning up. He gathered up Kimble and they peeked into each bunk to see if a small and medium spot was still available.

 

[log-a-log]

With every one sleeping or out of the room Log-a-log steers from his up right sitting position of meditation and looks around to see if all are sleeping. After waiting for Uiim to make his round he heads to the flames where they where sitting before and stirs up the fire. Then gazes into it. Yet his eyes seem to have changed and his face is now it shows no joy only hurt, hate, and remberance as the flames flicker and dance before him showing maybe glimmers of the future but it seems always to show those scense from the past that some wish to forget.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Kromgron opens one eye to see Nassitch and Kimble looking for a place to sleep.*

"Come'ere varmit, I ain't so big I have to take up a whole bunk. You too Kimble, I could use a furry blanket," Kromgron says, helping the kobold into the bed while the dog is free to arrange himself draped over both of them.