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    One, redder than usual, eye creaked open at the cheery good morning. If a look could ever speak surely the disdainful glare Regina gave screamed where the dwarf could stick his wake up call. Regi: not a morning person.

    As he continued on talking the Kuru turned her back and rearranged the bundled gray cloak she used as a pillow. Again she had merely staked claim to a comfy enough seeming spot nature had made and bedded down wrapped in her bear skin. She didn't have a tent or much of anything in way of wilderness survival gear or instincts. What she did have was the know how and wherewithal to rough it on the streets. Comparatively the soil was softer and smelt less of piss. Speaking of which.

    Regi groaned then snapped to her feet and marched a bit into the woods before dipping out of sight. Now that she was awake, her bladder's urging couldn't be ignored any longer. "You've been busy this morning springboard," she yelled from behind a bush.

    Ssssssiiiiiggggghhhhhhhhhhh. Korak was growing more and more regretful with each passing moment spent with the kuru queen goddess. Just a little decorum couldn't hurt. "I've a few wounds yet," he spoke up in hopes to deter any more from Regi while... Occupied. "They shall heal but we should move with caution until we reach our destination as well as keep a few potions at the ready so we can go into any altercation at our best... We are close now right?" he looked from Axel to Mel, this was the rangers element and the wizard back yard if any would know for certain.

    "We should prepare ourselves," he added a somewhat out of character show of graciously helping himself to Kostan's breakfast. Perhaps the more veteran among them wouldn't have notice, but it wasn't the most subtle way to suggest this could be their last meal. Do prepare, enjoy and give proper thanks. "Gratitude brother Kostan."
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    “Well said. We’re in unpredictable territory now. How much farther ye think we got left te go?” Kostan asked openly to the group. It was a collective knowledge, Mel has seen these hills more than any of the others yet he has never been, Regina originally spotted the irregularity in the trees, and Axel can interpret the geographical changes the best.

    “I’m sure we should be getting closer. We have traveled about fifteen miles yesterday before setting camp. And another two or three last night.” Axel says rubbing his swollen feet before he pulls his boots on. “How is everyone’s feet?” Knowing full well what long treks like this can do to someone’s feet. If it wasn’t for his elf mentor and the silk lining in his boots, his feet would be quite blistered.

    “Kawh! Men-Laus!” A rather noisy and pesky raven who seems very unafraid of people has decided to join them for breakfast. When ever he moves from stump to stone it from pike of gear to the next, a clinking of glass can be heard.

    After everyone has had their fill of breakfast, patched up their blisters with the help of Axel and Kostan they packed up the camp. Kostan gathers everyone’s water-skins and goes about to find a large melon size boulder. If anyone would watch their dwarven friend, he kneels and says a prayer of thanksgiving before striking boulder with his hammer. The boulder cracks and water miraculously begins to trickle fourth from the stone. Within moments everyone’s water-skin has been filled.

    The group resumes their expedition into the Fangwood in search of the old Imperial Road and Gritznak the Bold. It wouldn’t be much farther before they begin to see the edges of what appears to be a crumbling stone wall.




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    Mel takes a quick look at the ruins .. Nature gives and nature takes he thought to himself as he saw the wall covered in different plants. He turns to the other and say "We should be getting closer now.. Do we have any plans when arrive?"
    He ask as he had no experience and maybe the party had an idea what to do. His eyes lingers at Regi a little longer then they were so pose to be.. And he started blushing when thinking about the time with the dryad.. He had to get his thoughts together
    "Go in and night or attack head on?"
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    "Head on," of course she'd choose that one all about the fight this one no mind for strategy. "Unless you two can see in the dark now." She called out the humans in the party and although she wouldn't fair much better complete darkness, night wasn't an issue for her eyes. In fact it was in her benefit, with her aversion to bright light, but better only one at a disadvantage than two. Perhaps there was a bit of strategy in her thinking after all. "Although it doesn't really matter I'll just go in, challenge Gritzy-poo, cut off its head, then make the others line up so I can cut off their hands and the we can head back."... Or not.

    "I'll go scout ahead. I have more thunderstones if I run into trouble. Hang back and stay on guard" Korak ignored Regina's grandiose delusions and set out for some reconnaissance if possible.
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    Regina Thorn: The Savage : The Fallow Hills Frontier

    Ken: The timelordgod : Carrion-Crown

    Kosj: the Plague: One Shot Wonders

    Wanna blades in the dark? PM me looking to put together a game.

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    Axel nodded at Korak. “I’ll join you. That way we can cover more ground and keep an eye out for each other. We wouldn’t want another repeat of last night.” Before passing under the stone arches he turns back to the others. “You could stay here for the time being and prepare our gear should we need anything. If we’re not back in half an hour come looking.”

    As the two of them ventured forth into the ruins to determine their significance or if it was even Gritznak’s layer. As the dappled white and green afternoon sunlight shone through the spring branches, shadowy arms stretching across the ancient ruins. What was left stood in spite of itself, defying gravity in its precarious way. The columns and a single tower not quite peaking at the hight of the canopy were the only complete things, everything else had worn and crumbled - their decay the only marker if time in a place of uncounted days. Yet, this place, kept secret by the trees, was safe. It had avoided modern man's destructive touch and so had become a sanctuary for the animals.


    The tower lay like an old man of the hill, the moonlight shone on his craggy, tumble down face. Piles of dead leaves and moss clung in the shade of the ancient walls like a straggly beard. The once proud turret had crumbled in places giving the impression of a disheveled party hat.

    The tower appears more ancient than any bone left in the soil. The once smooth rock is now pitted and scarred. This old man of the hill knows how fleeting time is, how quickly the present becomes the past and the important becomes the irrelevant. In this hallowed and ancient site the trees have seen the centuries blow past in the winds of each season and witnessed the folly of its struggles.

    The surrounding walls stand mute, puddles of water await the call of the wind to ruffle and move as molten glass of deepest green. Grey stone rises from the land, unapologetic and bold to defy entrance and protect what has been entrusted to their care. Below the uneven patches of grass are arrowheads of old, hilts of broken swords and armour that failed to protect. Axel takes some time to get a better look at the markings on the wall weapon fragments.

    The walls rise out of the darkness, out of the dark rich and black soil. They are pitted and forlorn, no longer the bastions of protection and glory that they were. Under the ranger’s fingers the stone felt more rough than the callused skin of an old man and it leaves his skin cold, drawing dampness into his bones. Among the remnants of weapons and armor, and some still visible markings on the stones, Axel can surmise that these are Elven ruins. The arrowheads look identical to the ones Ebour, his mentor uses though these look a century or older.

    Beneath the chorus of the birds the two scouts hear the voices of old among their imagination, the clash of steel on steel and the pounding of horses hooves. They stand where ancient elvish warriors stood. In this pale light, were it not for the tell tale signs of weathering, it could be almost any century in the past seven hundred years.

    The light barely fills the interior of the. nearby ruined tower, like a feeling that's difficult to get a grasp on. There is a temptation for them to hunker down here, to stow themselves behind a narrow window and peek into the world appearing with the details of a finished canvas. How quickly dreams can become a nightmare.

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    With such a brilliant scene laid before him, one would expect a monk to appreciate it in a meditative fashion. And yet Korak seemed to merely bull pass the scenery with a singular focus. Nervousness. He didn't wear it outwardly, in fact if you didn't know him you'd think he calm as cloudless sky. But that was the problem wasn't it, no one knew him. And he the others. Yes they had traveled together for the better part of a week but they were still strangers and this was shaping up to be a practical militia they were seeking out. Perhaps if his sisters and bothers from the monastery were with him instead he could calm down... Or maybe if Regina just wasn't around. He's seen how she fought, impressive as her potential was, she was chaos that swung wildly figuratively and literally. This may be their only chance to get the advantage, formulate some semblance of a plan, and find the best direction to aim mad kuru to minimize collateral damage.

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    Meanwhile, while the monk explored elvish ruins, the barbarian has thirty minutes to kill.

    "...Want to have sex?"
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    Ken: The timelordgod : Carrion-Crown

    Kosj: the Plague: One Shot Wonders

    Wanna blades in the dark? PM me looking to put together a game.

    Looking for a 5E game to call her own - Xanice Gemviper

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    In the dappled shade of the over grown ruins lay the massive beast. His face framed by his gold and brown mane. He had all the equipment necessary to rip the adventurers apart, but none of the intention. His belly was sustained by his celestial origins and instead only wished to doze. But it was his duty to guard the ruins, and so he simply rested. However, even in his dreams he was alert to the sounds of the forest. He would awake to the noise of any creature or any threat to his domain. Otherwise he slumbered.

    His great golden paws were crossed under his snout and shaggy brown mane that fell in thick braids. His rib cage expanded and fell with the rhythm of one in deep sleep, yet he was quite conscious and alert. In the early spring daylight he was simply golden, the sleek fur laid over his elegant frame and lean muscle. His nose was broad and his large eyes were a soft yellow-brown, rimmed in golden flecks. Out of nowhere he yawned like it had been a tiring day waiting for something to wonder into the ruins. There was a flash of pink and the sight of his long tongue. Then in one fluid movement he was up and stretching just the same as a house-cat. Yet this was no ordinary cat, it was way too big to be a house cat.

    The ruin guardian padded over to the edge of an outcropping that overlooked the surrounding area. As the creature walked, its joints and muscles bulged in ripples under its golden coat. He stopped at the edge of the shade and let out a roar. It was nothing like human speech or bird song, but more of a raw sound that started deep within his body and was projected into the air with so much force that it would be heard for miles around. He was letting out a warning. After a long moment of watching the two scouts and sitting so still, he could easily be mistaken for a statue, then his tail flicked. Instead of running to greet the two, he simply sat and waited.

    The large winged creature shook his mane and licked at his paws. He was a cat after all right? But no cat that Axel had ever seen before. Axel chuckled inwardly. Like his uncle always joked, “The only thing you need to know about cats is that if they were big enough they'd eat you.” He supposed here was the proof, this one was the size of a horse. Not to mention was also blessed with a pair of majestic wings that could bear this noble beast through the skies. This one could eat them and would if it were hungry.

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    “What was that!” Kostan exclaimed as he sat up with a jolt dropping his pipe. “What have our boys gotten themselves into this time?” He quickly grabs his axe and shield. “Quit foolin around you two and bring the dogs. It sounds like we’ve got ourselves a mountain lion.”


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    Given her intense stare you'd be forgiven if you mistook that roar Regi's own. Even now she peered on unnerved awaiting an answer so you could imagine her disappointment when it came in the form of the question. "Sex? You do not know what sex is? Oh springboard," she shook her head solemnly.

    Again she was denied even that bit of fun as the cleric refused to succumb to such adolescent teasing. She groaned and not in the way she was hoping she would be before griping her weapons. "It is just a lion springboard, nothing to get all work up for."
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    Regina Thorn: The Savage : The Fallow Hills Frontier

    Ken: The timelordgod : Carrion-Crown

    Kosj: the Plague: One Shot Wonders

    Wanna blades in the dark? PM me looking to put together a game.

    Looking for a 5E game to call her own - Xanice Gemviper

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    "Axel," Korak's voice was calm and even despite the sight in front of them. "We should find a different route." he ignored the comment regarding their likely consumption by cat to avoid giving the beast any ideas.

    "Back the way we came," the monk added and took a step back and with much effort took his eyes off the winged lion in turning his back to him. He paused only got a breath and that calm even tone lowered a few decibels. Not a whisper, but certainly not booming confidence Korak added simply. "Tight and covered."

    And with that he took his own advice and begun walking back the way they came on the shortest route prioritizing and tight and covered path over wide and opened. If the creature did decide it was hungry he'd rather make him work for it.
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    Regina Thorn: The Savage : The Fallow Hills Frontier

    Ken: The timelordgod : Carrion-Crown

    Kosj: the Plague: One Shot Wonders

    Wanna blades in the dark? PM me looking to put together a game.

    Looking for a 5E game to call her own - Xanice Gemviper

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