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Re: The Rescue
Mauchelin had not come back that morning. Staying with his usual fashion, he wandered off to find a place of refuge to sleep off the day. After a while he put an hour between himself and the fallen city, headed in the direction the others would later travel. It had not occurred to him at that time that he was, or why for that matter. All that he was concerned with was getting far away from them. Before long, he found a shallow stream, running down hill swiftly.
Bending down and taking a drink of the fresh water, feeling the refreshing jet of cool water bounce off his skin and splash up to his face. It felt so good, something other than the hot sticky sweat that coated him previously. Mauchelin pulls out a rag and gets it wet, using it to wash his face and arms. Then, slowly he takes off his armor and shirt, exposing a raw and wounded abdomen. Washing away the dirt and soil that clung to his skin, he left his wounds open and bare.
Mauchelin felt different, though not sure for what particular reason. Something was pushing him to tend to those wounds differently what exactly it was he had no idea. Yet, these words, they surfaced in his mind and compelled him to speak. So, slowly he began to speak, the words flowing out in a chant. Mauchelin’s hands began to glow, and he knew what to do. Placing his hands over his wounds, the nasty gashes closed and began to heal. It seems that his powers had expanded to some clerical aspects now. (Cure light wounds, no actual remaining damage anyway…)
After Mauchelin finishes, he puts on a clean shirt and his armor. Listening before he moves, he gets up and plods through the stream to the other side. Walking for a good hour or so, he finds a good safe place to rest among some trees. Always being one to travel at night, he climbed up into a tree and made himself comfortable. Eating some rations and grimacing his face, their taste quite atrocious, he relaxed for a little while, thinking about the group.
What of them, this brave crew of people? It appeared now they would head their separate ways. Maybe they would all go after T-ray’s family, searching for the lost mother and father. It was not his calling; he had many things he could do while he was here. Yet, he felt drawn to them. Mauchelin did not know why, but he felt as though it was right for him to go. Well, his daughter probably had a lot to do with it. She had urged to him to make friends and aid them with their needs. And then, there was Narie…
With these thoughts he drifted into sleep, a sleep not a restful sleep but one filled with the horrid nightmares of his past. They chased him wherever he went, their memories burned to his dreams forever. The screams, the horrible screams, ones that filled up every empty bit of space of his thoughts. He fought to reach her, reach her while they did those brutish things to his little girl. Then there was noise. A light amount of noise, buzzing in the background. All at once, he woke up, covered in a cold sweat.
Off behind him he could here the footsteps of someone approaching, along with the hushed voices of travelers. Their feet sounded as if they trod with wet clothing, probably more crossers of the stream. But what were they, friends, enemies or more of those military screw ups. One single set of feet came close faster than the rest, moving much quieter. Only his trained sense alerted him of their presence. Then, he saw….
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11/3/2005, 6:54 am
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Stann
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Re: The Rescue
"How far of a ride will it be? The longer we are in the saddle, the worse this is going to be."
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I came... I saw... and then I bitched like a ninny.
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11/3/2005, 1:24 pm
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Re: The Rescue
"It should be a bout a three and 1//2 day journey to the port,"replies T-Ray."Be careful,Nariie and my love ,as the land is unsettled with the war going on and there are many factions making war."T-Ray watches Narie and Elessar ride out out of sight."Well, we better keep our eyes alert as well in case they miss something."
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Re: The Rescue
Mauchelin can make out two riders who are watching the trees around them for ambushes.
As Mauchelin creeps closer,he sees the one on the left is Narie,the one on the right is the romantic elf, Elessar.
GM> I need Mauchelin to make a spot roll as he creeps closer.No, they have't seen you yet if that's what you're worried about. A spot roll of 15 is successful.Also since you are hidden,give me a hide roll as well.
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Re: The Rescue
"And when are we leaving?"
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Re: The Rescue
"Now,since our scouts are out of sight.Scouts don't do you much good if you can see them becauce the enemy can see you as well before they get to you to report,"says T-Ray starting her horse at a slow walk.'
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Re: The Rescue
"Ah, well..That's a very logical thing to do." I say, also setting my horse out on a slow walk. I whistle as we go.
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Re: The Rescue
standing there, i just listen to the coversation in the rest of the group,with not even a flinch of movement
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the plane sifts, constently changing moods, but i do not form inside these boundries.
or is it just me?
(>")>|> *trumped*
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