[The Mythar Resistance] On The Trail

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"Well if no one else wants them I'll take the spoiles but if not well what can I do. I'll take first watch too thought." With that log goes and gets some stew. " Not bad but I thought that I was the cook are you trying to steal my job? Because you can have it."

*Kromgron gives a lop-sided grin.*

"Heh, well I can't track, and don't know a lot, so I'll cook and bash heads, and you solves mysteries. Deal?" the dwarf suggests with a grin.

 

[log-a-log]

Gives a comical thoughful stance " Hhhhhhmmm I dont' know." Then with a quick grin. " alright as long as log has a job logs happy. Now to go to work." Log qucikly scoops up some stew and goes off whistling to himself something. Then from the shadows " Log still wants those items. As soon as you are done looking at them let me examin them I might find something."

 

[Lazlow]

"It's quiet... Too quiet..."

 

[Ashy]

Uiim nods, "Aye..."

 

[Keia]

Nassitch (Kobold) Ranger/Egoist 2/3, unhurt, 9pps remaining

At least one of their group seemed to be enjoying the quiet of the evening. Nassitch still lay curled up next to Kimble.

"ZZZzzzzz" Nassitch said.

 

[Erekose13]

With the items Log had found, Tau moves slowly over to a tree to sit and think, accidentally *BUMP*ing into the sleeping Nassitch.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"So... what will we be doing tomorrow? Tracking? Running? Hunting?" Kromgron says into the quiet.

 

[Keia]

Nassitch (Kobold)

. . . accidentally *BUMP*ing into the sleeping Nassitch.

"Mmmm . . . narf, snarf . . . gobbit . . .yes, Uiim, I fed the chickens . . . . mmmm . . .ZZZzzz," Nasitch mumbled . . . still sleeping.

Kimble raised his head and looked around, faithfully staying near his friend and master, but also looking a bit bored and he rested his head on his paws, eyes looking up at those who passed.

 

[Ashy]

Uiim looks to the skies and then to the dwarf. "If the weather holds, then we should be tracking - hopefully we'll find some answers soon..."

 

[Ferrix]

You all settle into the evening routine, shifts are established once dinner is ingested and many drop off into a wary sleep and despite the wide-eyed guards, the morning rays split the fogs and plant a blazing mugginess over you. Without even moving the sweat beads across your brow, Nassitch sniffs the air and can only shudder at the thought of a dreary heat-wave, one he knows is coming.

You break camp and Paitsel grumbles to Uiim, "I can travel wit' you fer a time, if ye need a hand. Otherwise I go back." He grinds his teeth waiting for an answer.

Uiim:[sblock]You remember hearing about thin crystal plaques used to vital information, although it was said that only those the plaques were keyed to could access it. That thin crystal sheet that Log-a-Log recovered could very well be something along those lines.[/sblock]

Tau:[sblock]You don't recall anything about the items, although you quickly identify the shiny metal as mithril or truesilver. A sort of metal which springs up in liquid form from rare wellsprings, shaped only through rare magic possessed only by the elves. The faces on the dagger are definately the face of Mythar Seers, the most common uppercaste Mythar.[/sblock]