World of Low'verok
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*Gaoi sticks his knife in the creature, only knicking it. Damien swings wildly at it and misses. Rokelsh, just out of bed, swings and misses by a hair. The creature tries to swipe at Gaoi again, but flails wildly without connecting. It seems agitated.*
[OOC: Sorry Damien, rolled a 1. Gaoi, rolled a 17 for you, so you hit. Rokelsh, rolled a 5, and you missed by the smallest margin. No one else heard anything, and thus the rest of you keep sleeping.]
[OOC: Sorry Damien, rolled a 1. Gaoi, rolled a 17 for you, so you hit. Rokelsh, rolled a 5, and you missed by the smallest margin. No one else heard anything, and thus the rest of you keep sleeping.]
*Damien, a careful look in the dim light of pre-dawn reveals there to be no furthing moving plants.*
[OOC: I rolled craptastically for everyone's Listen checks last round Jemal. And the DC is high when one's asleep. 
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*Rokelsh's next swing hit solidly, cleaving the thing in twain and splattering him with slime. Gaoi's dagger thrust comes just a second too late, but would have hit had it been still in one piece. Hisk pokes his nose out of the tent, sees the two dead plant monsters, and gives a squeak of dismay.*
"Are they all dead?" he whispers, "Becaussse if they are, they aren't good eating, ssso I'd get rid of them." He winces again slightly.
]*Rokelsh's next swing hit solidly, cleaving the thing in twain and splattering him with slime. Gaoi's dagger thrust comes just a second too late, but would have hit had it been still in one piece. Hisk pokes his nose out of the tent, sees the two dead plant monsters, and gives a squeak of dismay.*
"Are they all dead?" he whispers, "Becaussse if they are, they aren't good eating, ssso I'd get rid of them." He winces again slightly.
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Argent Silvermage
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Elexia does her one annoying thing. She snores like a banshee.
*With no further disturbances (aside from Elexia's cacophany), everyone wakes up in the morning, more or less refreshed. The horses are harnessed, and you head out. The day is somewhat cloudy, but warm and muggy. The bugs are more obnoxious than usual, and if you don't use some kind of repellant, you'll get bitten repeatedly. The horses really dislike the bugs, and often snort, shake their heads, swish their takes, and shiver their skin to try to get rid of them.*
*Hisk mentions that Skord's home is somewhat further into the swamp, and off the beaten trail. He thinks you should get near it tomorrow. He's still definitely in pain, but seems to be bearing up decently. He keeps his hands clasped and often mouths what seem to be prayers in the lizardfolk tongue.*
*Around noon you have put in a decent amount of time traveling. The road is in decent repair, though the swamp's underbrush and trees encroaches on the road. One part of the road is particularly hemmed in with greenery, and it's here where Syrrian, Noddy, and Hisk see something moving where there should be none.*
*Noddy shouts out a warning, as a hail of javlins erupts from the trees and brush. One slams into each horse, causing them to scream in fear and pain, and they begin to try to run. One skims along Damien's arm, opening up a shallow wound. But the last one, painted red, flies true and slams into Hisk's stomach, causing him to drop to the floor of the wagon.*
*The rest of you can see more movement in the brush and trees, who's ever in there is getting ready for another volley.*
*Hisk mentions that Skord's home is somewhat further into the swamp, and off the beaten trail. He thinks you should get near it tomorrow. He's still definitely in pain, but seems to be bearing up decently. He keeps his hands clasped and often mouths what seem to be prayers in the lizardfolk tongue.*
*Around noon you have put in a decent amount of time traveling. The road is in decent repair, though the swamp's underbrush and trees encroaches on the road. One part of the road is particularly hemmed in with greenery, and it's here where Syrrian, Noddy, and Hisk see something moving where there should be none.*
*Noddy shouts out a warning, as a hail of javlins erupts from the trees and brush. One slams into each horse, causing them to scream in fear and pain, and they begin to try to run. One skims along Damien's arm, opening up a shallow wound. But the last one, painted red, flies true and slams into Hisk's stomach, causing him to drop to the floor of the wagon.*
*The rest of you can see more movement in the brush and trees, who's ever in there is getting ready for another volley.*
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Argent Silvermage
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Elexia who is sitting next to hisk casts Sanctuary.
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