(011) The Expedition North

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verhaden wrote:
Mads the Fair

Mads reports back to the rest of the group. "We stick out like a sore thumb here, but being poorly disguised is better than being out in the open . . . I think. Anyway, we came here for protection from this gloomy weather and we've got it."

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waysoftheearth wrote:
When Dieter arrives back at the campsite with a second armload of twigs and brambles he finds Gustave has arranged a circle of stones around the trunk of the central tree, and is attempted to ignite some of the drier leaf litter, supplemented with his own tinder, but he is getting only the smallest flame before it hisses out.

Dieter dumps his bundle of twigs and splashes some lantern fuel liberally over the wet twigs, and almost immediately Gustave's next spark takes to the fuel hungrily, and soon there is a neat little cracking and snapping blaze giving off as much steam as smoke as it dries out the fire wood above it.

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coffee wrote:
"It won't dry us out," Dieter says, "and it might not even cook us our supper. But I like it." He holds his hands over the fire, rubbing them occasionally.

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tombowings wrote:
"It looks like we won't be having venison for super tonight, but we did get many arm loads of mushrooms and pumpkins," says Flewellen. "Come. Let us join in a feast of these edible delicacies. Even if it isn't meat, at least it will be warm."

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danhem wrote:
Ulric plods back to the camp, muttering under his breath about wet, cold, and mud.

"There's a deep gully behind us leading in a rather foul-looking swamp. We'll want to keep a sharp eye out tonight. Hey, who found the mushrooms? Let me take a look at one."

Ulric inspects the mushroom carefully, noting it's shape, color, texture, and smell.

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heartless wrote:

Ulric plods back to the camp, muttering under his breath about wet, cold, and mud.

"There's a deep gully behind us leading in a rather foul-looking swamp. We'll want to keep a sharp eye out tonight. Hey, who found the mushrooms? Let me take a look at one."

Padrig says, "While the hunt was not fruitful we did find food. Come and try some Ulric. Though I wonder why there seems so few animals around here. Tonight we should have at least 2 people standing guard just in case there be unfriendly beasts out there in the swap! I will take first watch with one other."

After eating Padrig will look for some dry wood under underneath things like trees or rocks.

Padrig will look for any vantage point like up in a tree where it would be best to stand watch over the camp during the night.

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waysoftheearth wrote:
The mushrooms a smooth skinned, tawny brown in colour, and varying in size form the size of a hand to the size of a thumb. The undersides are dark, earthy brow. They smell fresh and appetising. The pumpkins are rather like half to one foot long pears with a hard, brown shell but you find the flesh within soft and yellow-orange and fine smelling.

"How are we gonna cook 'em?" grunts Victor, and spits.

Boris, rather dubiously, take a small bite of one of the small mushrooms raw, and doesn't complain too bitterly, but declares "Think I'll stick to pack rations,"

The weary mule must be hungry too, for still tethered to the cart as he is, the poor beast has his nose in the ground and is chewing on the wet leaf litter.

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waysoftheearth wrote:
Michele.

Your treasure-hunting career begun poorly this morning when you discovered that the company who were rumoured to be looking for handy sorts around Ket for unspecified adventures were no longer anywhere to be found.

But you exchanged hasty word with a few prime gossip mongers and quickly learned from a couple of farm boys on Bow street who appeared to have overmuch silver that a company including Elves and Dwarfs may have taken the north road early this morning.

You decided it to risk this one last chance, and hurried after them despite the poor weather. As luck would have it, the recent rain had softened the road in places enough for you to discern the recently made wheel ruts of a cart or wagon and you followed after the company who had apparently taken the smaller river trail rather then the main road.

You made good time, striding out alone in the rain, and by late afternoon the drizzle had eased and you came across a dense copse of low trees which the company had plainly beaten a path into for shelter.

Despite the failing light, you spy a thin waif of smoke from a campfire rising from within the thicket. Plainly, the company is ensconced within...

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eris wrote:

The mushrooms a smooth skinned, tawny brown in colour, and varying in size form the size of a hand to the size of a thumb. The undersides are dark, earthy brow. They smell fresh and appetising. The pumpkins are rather like half to one foot long pears with a hard, brown shell but you find the flesh within soft and yellow-orange and fine smelling.

"How are we gonna cook 'em?" grunts Victor, and spits.

Boris, rather dubiously, take a small bite of one of the small mushrooms raw, and doesn't complain too bitterly, but declares "Think I'll stick to pack rations,"

The weary mule must be hungry too, for still tethered to the cart as he is, the poor beast has his nose in the ground and is chewing on the wet leaf litter.

Olaf looks at the mule and frowns shaking his head, but doesn't say anything as he sees to the mules feeding and provides it with some water as well. As he tends the mule he speaks softly and kindly to the beast, patting it on the neck and then does his best to brush its coat down with a handful of dry twigs.

After he has seen to the animal, Olaf will eat and then take a turn on watch during the night.

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mushgnome wrote:

Michele.

Despite the failing light, you spy a thin waif of smoke from a campfire rising from within the thicket. Plainly, the company is ensconced within...

"Hail, fellow travelers!"

A massive, marginally well-dressed stranger appears at the edge of camp. By way of greeting, he hoists a pair of plump, juicy rabbits. Uninvited, but flashing a winning smile, he moves within bowshot.

"More meat than I can eat myself, if you'll let me share your cook fire? The name's Michele deGrasse, treasure hunter."