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Message: <blockquote data-quote="SelcSilverhand" data-source="post: 5319681" data-attributes="member: 30016">The day has dawned overcast as the last remaining clouds trailing the mighty storm linger overhead. The morning is cool and wisps of fog lie here and there amid the jungle trees. As the foliage retreats as is replaced by dead vegetation you realize you are close to your destination. Midian and Doral split apart from the party and scout ahead. It is difficult to approach with little in the way of cover, but soon they are in position to observe the camp. It looks quiet. There are no patrols of guards or the wulgaru out amid the buildings. One of the structures has been burned though you don't recall seeing flames when you fled the night before. You don't see the bodies of any of the guards you killed outside either. The ground is churned up into mud all around the camp, but from here you can't make out any of the tracks.Kraken[SBLOCK]You hear a short whistling cry of an animal that you recognize. It is a signal often used by your tribes hunters. Glancing around for the source, you spot a figure covered in mud from head to toe lying at the top of a small rise a dozen yards away. His camouflage is nearly perfect, and you may never have noticed him if he hadn't moved slightly when you looked his way. [/SBLOCK]</blockquote>