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Post by Corey the GM on Sept 29, 2014 14:17:14 GMT -5
The group had been traveling for hours at a slow walk. Their bodies were still sore and tired from a week in prison, and the trip south wasn't any easier on them. Before they tracked into the next forest they decided to set up camp for the night near the forest line. They took to their chores slowly, as this was the first time they had worked together to do such a thing. Before they knew it most of their chores were done and a fire errected. They sat around it together and began sharing their thoughts and stories of the past...
(OOC: I'll leave it open here, feel free to chime in with your IC post here. This is before the current battle while everyone is still awake.)
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Post by lloyd on Sept 29, 2014 16:05:43 GMT -5
(OOC: I was wondering how we'd do RP this week, this didn't occur to me as an option. Neat!)
*speaking with Elena*
"... some mushrooms have uses in spells. Others are for recreational purposes. Others are good for food. My research was really just documenting". He bit into a slice of rabbit. "One of us really took to it. Like, REALLY took to it. He tasted each and every one, at least in small bits, and took note of every little effect or variation. He had this peculiarly large hat--" and Bilkin spread his hands out about 4 feet, "-- about this wide in its brim. He looked a bit like a mushroom himself, really. From a distance. I think he even grew some, and is prob ably now an accomplished apothecary, or alchemist. I'm not sure. Those were my days at the academy, when I was given a topic to research and my findings were evaluated by a council".
"Oh, you went to the Blackdawn Academy? I've heard it's selective. You must have been proud!"
Bilkin stared at the fire a bit. "I was quite proud... But it was not Blackdawn Academy. I was merely visiting Blackdawn, for independent research. I had heard of its massive library, and I figured it would surely have at least some books on my topic. Then a... friend of mine was kidnapped. She took care of me for a month after a certain incident", he said, staring deeper into the fire. "She went missing one day, and only then did I hear about the kidnappings. That's when I came to that dingy little place, to find a group to form a search party. I'd be doing a good thing, and I might've found her". He chuckled a bit, shaking his head. "Look where THAT lead me". He poked at the fire with a stick.
Yes, now you're on a goose chase through the woods for someone from the government of Blackdawn... Ah. Wait a moment. Our only lead was the forest, as the prostitute said. We are IN the forest. Perhaps..?
He grunted as he stood up, and moved about the campsite looking for a good spot for him to take during his watch. His bones ached, and his feet were sore, and even the whispers in his head seemed slurred... but there was something pleasant nonetheless about being outside the hum of a city, in the quiet of the woods. He remembered his demonstration by the creek earlier, and chuckled a bit at the hamfisted approach. He picked up his leather bag of his belongings, not the least of which were two books from the Blackdawn library that he never did return, and opened one of them.
Bad for your eyes, reading in this lighting.
He closed the book and settled on challenging Valraukar to a match of rock, vellum, cutters with Mage Hand.
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Post by Matthew on Oct 7, 2014 19:46:25 GMT -5
(ooc: Let's stoke this fire ladies and gentlemen! Promise I'll make a post tonight)
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Post by nate on Oct 7, 2014 20:27:03 GMT -5
(ooc: Hahaha I was actually waiting for you Matthew. It looks like Lloyd was handing you the torch.)
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Post by lloyd on Oct 8, 2014 12:33:05 GMT -5
(ooc: nah man, I was just giving him a topic to mention, I wasn't nominating him specifically, hahahah)
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Post by Cuetlachtli on Oct 12, 2014 17:48:43 GMT -5
Tecuani took the down time as everyone rested to meditate; on his actions, the groups, the future, the minuscule meal they all shared and where the presently sat on the edge of a town with a camp nearby with unknown intensions.
He did not engage with the group much, he took to his assigned watch with ease (it was logical he'd be last to peer through dawn-light. His thoughts ran him ragged even more so than this never-ending task of helpless missions. He buried his progress on his thoughts, which was none and concentrated on clearing his mind.
Tecuani's efforts growing futile, he concentrated trying to escape the present... the past...--Then snap!
Tecuani's eyes shot open as his mind reached a moment of clarity, his mothers face flashing in his mind for but a fraction of a second. Tecuanimind filled with rage at this encroachment and his chest filled with vigor as he emptied his bladder on the groups fire for better cover. Not quite sure for what Tecuani prepped for an ambush.
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