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Post by crymson on Oct 21, 2008 10:03:47 GMT
You set camp and eat what meager food you have. You sit close to your fire as the autumn night is cool and a chill breeze is gently blowing.
Randal takes the first watch as the rest of you drift off to sleep. He has just finished making his potion when he hears a chittering noise in the distant sky. Looking up he can see the silohette of some sort of winged creature against the half-moon. Moments later more of these shadows pass by the moon. From this distance he cannot tell whether they are bats or something more sinister.
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Post by Randal Sarryn on Oct 21, 2008 12:03:55 GMT
While trying not to draw too much attention to his movements, Randal shakes Coll awake and points at the winged creatures. He whispers a single word: "Trouble?"
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Post by Coll Ewen on Oct 22, 2008 3:33:22 GMT
Coll looks at Randal and then peers into the night sky. Noticing the creatures, he tries to determine where from or where to the creatures are headed, and more importantly, quite what they are. Straining his eyes, he hopes he recognizes the silhouettes from his years in the wild but fears that his vision confirms the words of that damnable priest.
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Post by crymson on Oct 26, 2008 1:13:05 GMT
Neither of you recognize the shapes. They aren't following one particular direction; some head west, others north, still others south.
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Post by Randal Sarryn on Oct 26, 2008 15:38:39 GMT
Randal considers bringing down one of the winged creatures with a blast of sorcery, but decides this course of action would be foolhardy. "Why are they flying in several different directions?" he muses. "Is it a search pattern? Perhaps we should awaken the others, just in case." Randal starts by rousing Dirk. The dwarf's rifle would prove very effective against winged attackers.
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Post by Dirk Hellhammer on Oct 27, 2008 8:21:57 GMT
"Eh, wha!? Wassit!"
Dirk jumps as Randal wakes him from his rest. Automatically he raised his rifle and took aim defensivly. It was only the face of his wizard companion that stopped him pulling the trigger.
"By the gods, lad! Dont do that to me! If your face had been any uglier, you would'a got a hole right in the middle of your eyes!"
Shaking of the sleep, Dirk followed Randals direction and looked up, seeing the winged creatures over-head. Stroking his beard, he raised his gun towards the sky.
"Ah, I see your reasoning now. Lets just set a spell and see what happens before we act, eh?"
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Post by crymson on Oct 27, 2008 10:51:10 GMT
You watch the flying figures for more than an hour, but you cannot determine a pattern amongst their flight plans. None of them come any closer to your location.
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Post by Randal Sarryn on Oct 27, 2008 12:42:10 GMT
"Well, either those things haven't seen us or they're not hostile," says Randal. He yawns and adds "Who wants to take the next watch?"
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Post by Dirk Hellhammer on Oct 28, 2008 8:54:15 GMT
"Well Im up so I'll take it. You get your head down lad."
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Post by crymson on Oct 28, 2008 9:54:16 GMT
Dirk's watch goes off without any interruptions. The flying figures soon disappear, but return towards the end of the dwarf's watch. The faint sounds of screaming are carried to his ears on the gentle night breeze, but they are far off and distant, and he is unsure whether it is from the creatures or something else.
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Post by Dirk Hellhammer on Oct 28, 2008 11:28:19 GMT
Dirk ears twitch as he hears the sounds of screams. Clutching his rifle, he strains to try and determine where they are coming from, or indeed wether they were natural or not...
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Post by crymson on Oct 29, 2008 9:51:57 GMT
Try as he might, Dirk cannot tell where the screams are coming from, nor whether they are natural or not, though he has a suspicion they are...
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Post by Dirk Hellhammer on Oct 29, 2008 20:28:49 GMT
Dirk moves over to Callum, who is next on watch, and shakes the knight awake.
"Get up lad, and listen! I can hear noises off in the distance, sounds like someone might be in trouble...."
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Post by Callum Darmoon on Oct 30, 2008 6:26:09 GMT
"What?" says Callum, coming too with his hand to his sword. He does not doubt the dwarf's words, and is instantly on the move. "Wake the rest, evil does not wait for the break of day and neither must we!"
Sir Callum goes for his armour, cursing not being instantly ready.
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Post by Dirk Hellhammer on Oct 30, 2008 20:00:38 GMT
Dirk goes round the camp to wake each individual and tells them to get ready to move.
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