Vasorn, the World Under Dragonfire

[Zerth]

(It's night, not day, the full moon is in the sky now)

(OOC: So it seems. I've edited my post, so it makes some sense.)

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Hiding in the brush, and listening carefully, the party can hear no sounds of civilization closeby. Which perhaps is all for the best; at least there is less of a chance for someone to stumble into camp unexpectedly. The night is long, but eventually begins to lighten into a nigh-intolerable brightness for those born in the Underdark. Very faintly in the distance you can hear the small rustles of animals, and just over them, a childish shout to the west.*

 

[Dark Nemesis]

Alyshia sighed in frustration upon seeing the beginnings of dawn on the horizon. Unlike sme of her drow companions, she had never developed a tolerance for the daytime. Hearing the laughter in the distance, she raised her eyebrows, and looked around to see if anyone else had heard it.

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

Grim Daergal, Svirfneblin Cagebreaker

"That sounded like a halfling; no dragon-spawn sounds quite so child-like unless they're tearing something to pieces like the wings off a moth. I would suggest we move to the west, but those with eyes who can stand this light should keep an extra eye out for ambush."

 

[Zerth]

Zass'sk

"That sounded like a halfling; no dragon-spawn sounds quite so child-like unless they're tearing something to pieces like the wings off a moth. I would suggest we move to the west, but those with eyes who can stand this light should keep an extra eye out for ambush."

"Yes, we should go. I will keep my eyes open," Zass'sk says.

 

[Keia]

Zykovian Sarellion, Half Sapphire Dragon 97/101 hps

"That sounded like a halfling; no dragon-spawn sounds quite so child-like unless they're tearing something to pieces like the wings off a moth. I would suggest we move to the west, but those with eyes who can stand this light should keep an extra eye out for ambush."

"Present company excluded, I hope," Zykovian said deeply, looking at his own hand for an instant. "I can see fine in this light, and will keep watch as well," nodded to Zass'sk.

"What do you want done with the chests?" Zykovian asked. "Are we carrying them or hiding them someplace?"

OOC: What is the size, number and weight of the chests of information?

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

"Oh, yes, of course, present company excepted. My apologies."

 

[Dark Nemesis]

"West it is,then," Alyshia said at last, casting a vexed look at the light in the sky to the east. "It's probably not a good idea to carry the chests with us, in case we run into anybody hostile. We could try to hide the chests with spells, but I don't know how long we'll be away. If there isn't someone here to recast the spells, the disguise will fade with time. Perhaps we could bury them?"

 

[Nac Mac Feegle]

OOC: Sorry for my absence, I was away at a camp without internet access.

"I don't know about burying them. Too many landwyrms and the like to make me feel comfortable about that."

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*The chests are the size of regular chests, roughly two feet square. There are six of them, and they weight, on average, about fourty pounds.*

*If Zass'sk slips into the woods, he can eel through the underbrush, and eventually spies the source of the laughter and shouting. Some young human children are out picking berries under the supervision of two older human women. The women give faint, indulgant smiles, though their faces are lined with worry. A path can be seen behind them, most likely leading to the village.*