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<blockquote data-quote="megamania" data-source="post: 1126176" data-attributes="member: 9255">UNDER A DARKSUNSEGMENT 107“Chaffle”Snarl made a great mistake.&nbsp; Chaffle went limp hoping he may ease up on his grip.&nbsp; Instead he let go and surfaced.&nbsp; Chaffle quickly pinched a bit of the very silt he was in, took it into his mouth and called onto his silt breathing spell.&nbsp; He prepared for Snarl’s return but he did not.&nbsp; He healed his bloody injuries enough to survive and surfaced.No one was there.He dragged himself out of the bog and coughed out the silt and caste off his spell to avoid possibly blacking out and “drowning” from air.&nbsp; He stayed hidden within the bodies of the silt runners.&nbsp; It was clear Logan had a great time as his body count looked to outweigh all others combined.&nbsp; Though not as good of a tracker as Logan, he searched for clues.&nbsp; The silt was greatly disrupted by many many humanoids that walked to the battle and then left.&nbsp; Left with his teammates.Coughing up the last of the silt that burned his lungs and eyes, Chaffle slowly followed the tracks fearing the true cause.&nbsp; That, which he sought out, had instead found them.A tracker of no skill could follow these tracks easily enough.&nbsp; Also, they were heading to the city limits.&nbsp; Undead.&nbsp;&nbsp; The undead had Logan, Belinda and the two new members of the Sentinels.There was no time to return to camp.&nbsp; Instead, Chaffle collected a small gem from his hip pouch.&nbsp; He concentrated on a short message then squeezed the gem as hard as he could.&nbsp; He continued to squeeze until he felt nothing in his hand.&nbsp; He opened his hand and blew the colored mist to the wind.&nbsp; He then looked the opposite direction and began his trek…to his friends.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="megamania, post: 1126176, member: 9255"] UNDER A DARKSUN SEGMENT 107 “Chaffle” Snarl made a great mistake. Chaffle went limp hoping he may ease up on his grip. Instead he let go and surfaced. Chaffle quickly pinched a bit of the very silt he was in, took it into his mouth and called onto his silt breathing spell. He prepared for Snarl’s return but he did not. He healed his bloody injuries enough to survive and surfaced. No one was there. He dragged himself out of the bog and coughed out the silt and caste off his spell to avoid possibly blacking out and “drowning” from air. He stayed hidden within the bodies of the silt runners. It was clear Logan had a great time as his body count looked to outweigh all others combined. Though not as good of a tracker as Logan, he searched for clues. The silt was greatly disrupted by many many humanoids that walked to the battle and then left. Left with his teammates. Coughing up the last of the silt that burned his lungs and eyes, Chaffle slowly followed the tracks fearing the true cause. That, which he sought out, had instead found them. A tracker of no skill could follow these tracks easily enough. Also, they were heading to the city limits. Undead. The undead had Logan, Belinda and the two new members of the Sentinels. There was no time to return to camp. Instead, Chaffle collected a small gem from his hip pouch. He concentrated on a short message then squeezed the gem as hard as he could. He continued to squeeze until he felt nothing in his hand. He opened his hand and blew the colored mist to the wind. He then looked the opposite direction and began his trek…to his friends. [/QUOTE]

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