Computer +1 wrote:Darkstar takes one of his own arrows and puts the shaft in his mouth to bite down on. He then readies himself and then pushes the arrow the rest of the way through.
Pain explodes in your shoulder, leaving you gasping for breath with spots dancing before your eyes. It's all you can do to keep from passing out.
He uses some of his available blood to active the magic in the coin, sending out a cry for help from Cumber.
The coin briefly gives off a blue sheen as the blood soaks into it. As the glow dies, the coin turns to lead.
Looking down the gorge and then along the ridge, he decides to move along the ridge and hope it leads to someplace he can rest.
You stagger at first and then your strength returns as the salve continues to work on your wound. You move along the ridge as fast as you dare to go, knowing the Orcs could still be tracking you. The moon offers no help because the clouds will not allow it to shine through, so you move carefully, trying not to fall, trying not to make any noise. You know you're about a half day's journey from the pond and the cabin. Your companion must be getting close...hopefully you can find him before he wanders into the Orcs. So, you push on through the night and toward the rising dawn. You cross ridges and plunge down valleys, coming across the familiar path you and your companions took only a couple of days previous. Exhausted, barely able to stand, hungry and thirsty, you climb a wooded hill and stop at the crest, looking down into the valley below. The hillside is steep, but you remember traveling it only a few days ago. Pulling your waterskin, you take a couple of gulps, leaning against the cold bark of a tree. And then you hear footsteps coming through the wood...and voices. It is the goblinoid tongue, but not the language of Orcs, but rather a different creature. Your bow is in your hand with an arrow ready, although you don't remember drawing it from your quiver. Coming around the side of the hill, following a visible game trail in the pre-dawn light, is a patrol of hobgoblins...much like the ones you and your companions slew several days ago. They have not seen you...and will pass directly below your position, about 100 feet away...
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rtdersch wrote:Nokrugh surveys the area around the lake for while then decides to refill his waterskin before finding an acceptable camp site. Not wanting to be too close to the water for fear of encountering one of the many dangerous denizens of the forest coming for a drink he finds an elevated area with good visibility up the side of the hill to setup camp. Before dawn he gathers up a few armloads of the dry tinder and starts a campfire and surrounds it with some large stones. Once the sun has crept below the horizon and the stones have warmed, almost too hot to handle, he douses the fire and taking the stones puts them in his bedroll and tucks in for a warm nights rest.
Your sleep is peaceful through most of the night, only waking when your horse nickers in the darkness, or the distant call of a creature of the night echoes through the hills. Your dreams are filled with images of the sea > waves crashing upon the rocks, the deck of a ship slowly rocking underneath your feet, and a large winged creature. You startle awake as the dawn creeps over the Crags, kissing the tops of the trees around you. Yawning, you shiver in the chill air, grateful for the warmth of the rocks during the night. You grunt and stand up, working out the stiffness in your back and legs, and look for a place to empty your bladder. And then you hear footsteps coming through the wood...and voices. It is the goblinoid tongue, but not the language of Orcs, but rather a different creature. Your sword is in your hand, although you don't remember drawing it the scabbard near your bed. Coming around the side of the hill, following a visible game trail in the pre-dawn light, is a patrol of hobgoblins. Less than 30 yards away, they appear to have not seen you, but with alarm, you notice that the game trail they are on passes not more than five feet from where you are standing!
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