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#106
11-10-2009, 07:27 AM
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I lived by the docks, and a few other places in tow-town. But mo-stly at the docks. I don't really know where to go, but we should help Manos find his hand. Chet says, catching up to Ruk quickly. 
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#108
11-10-2009, 09:43 AM
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Ruk nods to Chet. It's likely now that no one really knew where to go. Their lives had all been torn asunder and only the stars knew what fate held for them in Arrowsic. As the group started to pick up a stady pace, Ruk did indeed take up the rear, allowing Sine and Chet to lead the group. He kept scanning the horizon vigilant for any signs of pursuit.
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#109
11-10-2009, 04:50 PM
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The adrenaline and panic of the nomads' attack begins to fade as it becomes clear that Vakk'aza and his compatriots aren't following you. It's difficult to tell, since the flames from Manos' wrappings throw enough light to blind the eyes and give off a black oily smoke that hangs with a grim tenacity. The night is still and there is no wind to disperse it, so the smoke simply hangs like a sort of thin fog around the entrance to the city and in the direction that the group walks. But thus far, the sounds of Church's thundering paws has not returned, and nobody has emerged from the smoke to strike.
__________________At first Manos had trouble walking with fire spouting from his stump, but he simply walks with his arm held high, spewing a 30-foot line of fire safely off into the air as they walk. He can do little else, since the grasses around their feet seem dry and brittle, eager fuel for the fire. The light from the fire does illuminate the path, but in shades of orange and red that cast strange shadows along the shrubs and made the landscape seem only a few steps away from the Gates of Fire themselves. It's so bright that it becomes difficult to see any further, which is worrisome. It's been almost thirty minutes, and the steady whoosh of Manos' flamethrowing arm has finally begun to die down. Instead of the impressive swathe of fire, it choked and sputtered down into a small, two-foot puff of fire. The leather has almost completely ashed away, and only an inch of the glyph-painted section remains. Now that the bright glow of the flame has faded, your eyes can adjust to the night. Far off in the horizon, there is a long line of torches. Likely the refugees from Halishaft, making their way to Arrowsic. Without a horse or cart, Manos and everyone else is left far behind. The handless thief sighs. "At least we can see where we're going now..."
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#110
11-10-2009, 05:29 PM
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Ruk had never been to Arrowsic, so he wasn't sure how far it actually was. However, his visual acuity had improved much once Manos' magic flames had dissipated and he could not see any signs of pursuit. As quickly as the group had been traveling, the distance between them and the other refugees kept growing larger and larger.
The day had been quite interesting, Ruk toyed with the Greataxe he had just one that day as he strode along at the back of the pack. The weapon seemed to be as double edged as it's head. The first time he used it, he dealt a devastating blow, but on his second attempt, the axe seemed to have a mind of its own as it flew out of his hands. He half debated leaving it in the ruins of Halishaft after that, but decided against it. The refugee's torches were barely visible now and Halishaft was just a glowing ember on the horizon. The rage Ruk had felt previously had passed a little while ago and he was now feeling quite tired. He would need to rest before too long. "We not make Arrowsic tonight, Ruk think. We should look for place to rest." He takes in his surroundings, trying to find a spot that would be suitable enough for them to roll out their bedrolls and try to get a little rest before continuing on their way. Last edited by Amadameus; 11-10-2009 at 08:41 PM. Reason: Rolls were 7 and 20 - corrected Fieldset tag.
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#111
11-10-2009, 06:55 PM
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Sine stops as he hears Ruk speak. He shifts his attention between the self-appointed leader and the ever-fading lights in the distance. This is certainly not how he had expected his night to go. He considers his options, not liking any of them. He's bleeding and has nothing but his clothes and weapon. Being prepared to be run out of town suddenly wasn't the type of thing a teenage boy keeps at the front of his mind.
"I suppose we have no choice then." He smiles. "So what were you doing in Halishaft?" the boy asks as he approaches the side of the road.
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#112
11-10-2009, 07:32 PM
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Ruk follows Sine over and plops himself down. His muscles ached from fatigue.
"Ruk perform in streets for money for long time. So long that performing grow tiring, many people think Ruk look strange. Ruk decide to fight in tournaments instead. But entrance fee took all Ruk's gold and now Ruk only has his clothes and axe." Ruk looks down at the axe he cradled in his lap. Again he wasn't sure if this prize was worth his money and time. He'd have to practice more he resigned to himself since there wasn't any other option. "Why you not with parents, Sine?" Ruk asked the boy in return.
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#114
11-10-2009, 11:20 PM
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The boy frowns at the question as he sits down.
"I don't live with my parents, they're... Not..." His gaze drifts to the ground. "I live with my Grandmother. I think she managed to escape while I was... While I was out running errands and stuff. I'm hoping that I'll find her when we get to Arrowsic."
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#115
11-11-2009, 12:30 AM
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The night begins to draw late, and after some walking a clear spot can be found. Once some wood and brush has been gathered, Manos takes the nearly-spent leather wrapping and tosses it into the pile. Spitting and puffing fire, it catches the brush and makes a quick campfire with ease in the dry night air.
__________________The ground still holds a semblance of the sun's heat, and it's comfortable to simply sit on the sand and watch the fire's sparks rise into the sky. The stars seem to be looking down, watching. Far off on the horizon, you can see the campfires made by the other refugees. The closest one seems only a few hours' walk away. As you watch, you see the tiny lights flicker and crackle. Then gradually, you begin to notice one of the outlying fires is growing. It climbs higher and higher into the sky, so large that you begin to wonder exactly who would build a fire so large. Other fires start to follow the same pattern, and the entire hillside is lit up like the starfield that hangs above. This does not last for too long, and within an hour or two you see the flames dying back down to a normal level. It is comforting to know that at least you aren't alone out on the plains - there are some others still out there, some refugees who have shared your fate and hope for something good to come of this. The fire crackles low as the party takes turns keeping watch, and as the stars wheel overhead the slow dim light of the sun creeps up in the east. Manos, who had taken an early watch, wakes and chews at a piece of jerked pork that he had in his pocket, stomach rumbling. He pokes at the fire with a stick, bored and waiting for daylight.
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#116
11-11-2009, 09:26 AM
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Tootel awakes early and goes for a short walk. returning to camp he sets about tending the fire and studying his spells.although the stars are bright he must use the light of the campfire to read his spell book. He looks over this group of refuges he is with and is glad to be with them. with Manos also awake, thay sit in silence looking east waiting for the day to begin.
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#117
11-11-2009, 12:41 PM
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Manos rubs his handless wrist with a forlorn look on his face. "I can feel it. I know it's somewhere..." He stares out at the fires, far off in the distance. "You wouldn't happen to know any finding spells, would you?" He sighs, then stares back into the fire.
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#118
11-11-2009, 02:05 PM
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"The spells I know as a new spell caster have a very short range. You say you can 'feel'' it. Can you tell temperature, wet or dry or some texture? It will help us find it. If it was in Halishaft would you have it burn up?" Tootel wonders how he can tell anything about a lost hand. Perhaps if he could learn more....
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#119
11-11-2009, 03:05 PM
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Ruk rouses from his slumber slowly. His fatigue had made him quite tired and he slept soundly. He heard Manos and Tootel discussing something. Rising and stretching, he collected his bedroll and opened up the only ration he had on him. He would need to buy more food before they left Arrowsic, or else he'd be a very hungry Half-Orc. Ruk stood beside Tootel, looking out at the horizon, his standing figure making the small seated creature look minuscule in comparison.
"We should start moving." Ruk said in his ever matter-of-fact sort of way. As he waited for the others to rise, he went about his normal morning exercises while listening to Tootel and Manos talk. To an outsider his exercises would look very abnormal, a combination of gymnastics, boxing, and wrestling moves, but they were very beneficial to Ruk. Each move was something he had picked up over the years and the concentration required was significant enough to help him practice focusing his mind while still being able to interact with others. In this instance, Manos and Tootel...
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#120
11-11-2009, 04:48 PM
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After waking up an hour before Maik just finished his meditation when Ruk began his exercises. Sitting up from his position against a tree Maik carefully unfolds a bit of food from a ration rolled up in the folds of his belt and pants. While eating he sits quietly watching and listening to the others prepare for the day.
I haven't traveled in a group for a while, this should be rewarding. Last edited by Kyojin; 11-11-2009 at 04:49 PM.
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