Vrux, a Village cursed

[DarkMaster]

Morrison quickly applies his hand on Rell wounds. (CLW +6+1) Immediatly Rell wounds stops bleeding. Finally after all these years of training with his master he finally understand how to channel this energy everyday he was getting from his prayers. Morrison is still under shock on how easy it is to accomplish Farlangh magic once you know and most specially understand his will.

He walks a bit more and rechannel the energy on himself. (CLW 7+1) Immediatly he also stops bleeding.

They can hear the soldier behind them closing the gap. Morrison had to slow down a little in order to stay concentrated enough to cast his spell. The soldier are probably tracking their blood track. Both of them still can't see them, but hear them swear and the clang of their armor very well.

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Fror from inside the wagon answers back to Calondor. "Don't worry about it my friend, I am taking everything of value with me. If they wants my recipe book or some salted meat they can have it.

He continues his search. Utrolac is now lying on the ground eyes close and whispering to himself.

 

[Mithran]

"Alright then." Calondor leans down to check on Utrolac then stands up again and looks around trying to get his bearings "I'm afraid I'm not a very good woodsman, how about you Makas?"

 

[Legildur]

"Fror, if you are happy to leave your cart behind, then that would help us," Makas says. "And I'll do my best to help you replace it later."

"Come on, Ultraloc," Makas grumbles good naturedly at the warrior lying down, extending his arm to assist him up. "Don't want them to find you here now."

The dwarven warrior then looks around to Calandor. "I have some skill, but no guarantees mind you!"

 

[RillianPA]

Refreshed and invigorated by the holy power of Farlangh, Morrison speeds up to as fast as possible and says "They are getting closer, we better hurry. Now that we are no longer bleeding, lets turn, and they will have a harder time tracking us."

 

[Scotley]

Rell Half-Giant Soul Knife

Rell, not being much of a woodsman, follows Morrison's lead.

 

[DarkMaster]

Utrolac stands back up as Makas suggests him. After a few minutes of hearing Fror swear to himself as he moves things inside his cart, you see him reapear from the cart, a large backpack (relative to his size) on the back, a bunch of scrolls and potions and wand around the belt. "I am ready, Everything that had any real value to me is on myself. The only thing I have to left here is my Cooking book collection. Some of the book in there cost me a little fortune. Haaah guess we have no choice" He finishes, a small tear in the corner of his eye.

"Let's go back near the main entrance, where we should meet the other. ....If they are still alive of course"

Utrolac gets nervous as Fror mention going back near the village "I am not going back there. I spend the night with you and I leave this place forever first thing in the morning.

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Morrison and Fror continue to run deep in the forest. After a few minutes, they can't hear or see a guard. None of them is trained to survive in forest. They both feel that they could easily get lost if they continue to run deeper in the forest.

 

[Legildur]

"Well why didn't you just say so?" exclaims Makas. "I'll carry ya books ya daft sod," he adds, quickly unslinging his backpack and opening it.

 

[RillianPA]

"I think we should turn back to the road, and head back to the Camp. That sound good to you Rell?"

 

[Scotley]

Rell nods in agreement. "Let's get out of here before we get turned around in the woods. I'm better with tunnels and streets than forest. Besides, I could really use some of Fror's cooking about now."

 

[DarkMaster]

Morrison and Rell carefully steps back towards the village, moving slowly and making they don't hear the guards. As they approaches they see far away the guards heading back towards the village. From the distance they can't hear anything they are saying.

Keeping a safe distance they head back in towards the back of the village without problem. But they don't seem to find the others.

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Fror eyes open wide at Makas suggestion. "Thanks Makas, that would be greatly appreciated. Fror heads back in the wagon and pull out a large backpack. He fills it up with a large stack of books. He then comes out of the cart and says "I just took the most precious one" Makas notice an embarrased smile on the gnome as he shows him the bag completly fulled. Makas picks it up. The bag is fairly heavy but Makas body used to carry heavyweight isn't affected that much by it.

Fror turns towards Calondor "Where should we go now, where can we meet the others?