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Humpty follows Leonan and Kesh right to the edge of the water, having become fond of his new master Leonan and not wanting to leave his side. As they lean over to examine the marks discovered earlier, Humpty attempts to "pick Leonan's backpack" grabbing Leonan's evening rations before being caught in the act. Luinil, Kesh, and Leonan examine the prints in the soft ground near the ford. They determine that an unknown number of people and horses passed here. The people got close enough to touch the water (perhaps refilling their waterskins) and then horse hoofs trod the same ground to get across the stream. Apparently the animals are able to cross quickly without ill effects. They party does not need to resort to bridges, or Jaina's cold-resistance, or Wadjet's magical transport to get across. The party takes turns at the bank dipping their waterskins and barrels (for the camels) in the rushing water the replenish their supply. The water is icy cold, and it numbs the fingers despite the precautions taken by our heroes. They are all thankful that Jaina has a water-creating spell for when they can't find fresh water such as this. The stream is deep enough that the belly of a camel comes dangerously close to the foaming water. Nef keeps her eyes peeled, scanning the shadows of the banks in the fading light. Although the camels huff and steam at the cold water inundating their legs, they are trusting of their owners and carry the party across with no damage to their riders or themselves. After their struggles, the cadre travels for another hour or so before camping. The next morning, the group travels all day to reach a solid wall of rock 300 feet high crossing the way ahead, the only route being through a narrow gorge. The axe stroke that created Northknife Pass is carried down through the wall in a narrow gorge that climbs the 300-foot height in its quarter-mile length. To the left of the trail, winds the turbulent mountain stream. The trail is so narrow that single-file passage is required, probably afoot. This is a perfect place for an ambush.
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I have taken the Oath of Sangus I do not strike with my hand; he who strikes with his hand has forgotten the face of his father. I strike with my mind...I do not kill with my sword; he who kills with his sword has forgotten the face of his father. I kill with my heart.
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Wadjet
"I could come as well, or I could send my familiar with you," said Wadjet, lighting up an intricate smoking-pipe. He thought the narrow pathway before them reminded him of how serpents could swallow their prey whole, the carcass squeezed down the gullet in a single mass. "Either way, we would do well not to get too far from the rest of the group. I don't like the idea of getting shot out of the air or cornered by marauders." |
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As the heroes reach about mid-way through the gorge, discussing preparation for an ambush, a voice echoes off the canyon walls: Halt! You are required to pay toll of 10 gp per person and 10 gp per camel before you proceed! Leave the gold bags at the stream's edge. We are armed, all of us, and will allow no unpaid passage. We are watching from hidden locations, so no funny business. No one in the group can see the source of the voice from this vantage point but the voice came from in front of them somewhere.
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I have taken the Oath of Sangus I do not strike with my hand; he who strikes with his hand has forgotten the face of his father. I strike with my mind...I do not kill with my sword; he who kills with his sword has forgotten the face of his father. I kill with my heart.
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Wadjet raised his hand and summoned out of thin air a large bullhorn, one that appeared to be made not of any common material but of flames, frozen in a hand-held shape. "LISTEN!" he shouted, his voice radiating back over the canyon walls. "WE'RE JUST GOING TO DISCUSS IT AMONGST OURSELVES AND TRY TO POOL THE MONEY TOGETHER!" he said, hoping that Barfik's actions didn't set them off. "How many people do you think he has in there?" he whispered to the rest of the party, Kesh and Luinil in particular. "Plus cantrips, I've got fireball, haste, scorching ray, phantasmal force, misty step... Plus I have the high ground, I could take out a few of them." "LISTEN!" said Wadjet, turning back to the canyon and trying to stall for time. "HOW DO WE KNOW YOU'LL PLAY FAIR? WHAT ASSURANCES DO WE HAVE THAT YOU'LL GRANT US SAFE PASSAGE?" Last edited by Captain Sarcasm; Oct 5th, 2017 at 01:25 PM. |
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I have taken the Oath of Sangus I do not strike with my hand; he who strikes with his hand has forgotten the face of his father. I strike with my mind...I do not kill with my sword; he who kills with his sword has forgotten the face of his father. I kill with my heart.
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