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Brakkus says a silent farewell to Beren and waits quietly for the party to move on, happy to conserve his strength as his wounds are still not entirely healed.

Rael watch as the fat man is hidden by magic in the rocks. Oddly such feat does not seem to phase him in any fashion.

He nods to the other "I feel better, I will not slow you down." Pale yet determined he set to pack his meager belonging and be ready to the day march.

 "Wise I think not... necessary... I fear so." Adonis rumbles disconsolately, forced by Beren's courage to admit to himself, if to no-one else that carrying the rotund magus across hill and dale would tax even his mule-like endurance on top of the tiredness and wound's he's suffered over the past days.

 "But come. The sooner we are at the fortress, the sooner might we return with food, water and bandages and the sooner he can be transported to shelter." he decisively states, strapping on the remainder of his armour then stretching and rotating his good limbs as best he can to ensure their fit and get the blood flowing.

In reply to Karl Borensson (msg #204):

Nodding gratefully at the gangly man in heavy mail, Kjaelos accepts the weapon, strapping the swordbelt around his own waist. Offering his hand in the warrior tradition of Elleslandic people, he introduces himself to Karl, "I am Kjaelos. A scholar out of Rathurbosk. For your generosity, I am in your debt."

Eldor returns and waves the group onwards and upwards.  You start on the path which quickly becomes steep and narrow, forcing you into single file.   Within a few minutes the cave mouth is out of sight.

Below, the low fog you travelled through last night spreads out like a white sea, fringed on the west by the forest of Ettryck.

It takes you about an hour to reach what seems to be the entrance to a pass which cuts between two cliffs.  To the north the cliff is higher but broken by many ledges and cuts.  To the south is a sheer face of granite.

Eldor moves up to Sir Adonis " Do not react to my words but we are being watched. I have had this feeling since I set out scouting this morning. Whoever or whatever it is they are better in this environment that I."


He looked round casually " I will once again go ahead and check if I can identify our observers. I would suggest you give me to the count of one hundred before follwoing me into the pass. This is our only way through with the wounds we carry and I may have lead us into a trap so I will go ahead and spring it if it is such."

With that Eldor set off in a low gliding run along the dirt path into the pass.
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Thomas brings up the rear as the group sets out once again in the morning. He keeps his counsel to himself at the moment since he is more than a little grumpy given the long night with little sleep. When group pauses, he keeps alert for anything which may wish to interrupt their progress.

The going up the steep narrow path had been trying for Kjaelos, though it's not as bad as the flight through the forest. Looking over at Brakkus, Kjaelos, seeing that the old hermit is having little trouble keeping up, wonders at the strength and energy that must lie beneath that aged exterior.


With the party stopping briefly as a narrow canyon comes into view, he squats down and takes a much appreciated breather. Looking uneasily at the sheer sides of the canyon all the way to the crest, Kjaelos recalls some old soldier tales that describe such a place as ideal for an ambush...
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Rael hand cares the hilt of his long blade as he looks around.

He had been quite since leaving the cave seem lost in his own pains and thoughts.

Brakkus spends some time talking quietly with Kjaelos, but soon needs to conserve all his energy for keeping up with the party.

Once the party reaches the cliffs Brakkus, taking the opportunity for a short rest, closes his eyes and lets his senses expand.

 Without visible reaction to Eldor's words at first, Sir Campbell simply nods as though a master, machiavellian manipulator... until a few seconds have passed and realises what's going on, whereupon he calls a halt 'to rest' with an uneccessary amount of hand waving and the sort of amateur dramatic skills that would put a pre-school play to shame.

 He does at least manage to resist peering quizically at the clifftops, which is something.

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Respecting the old hermit's need for rest, Kjaelos turns instead to the young warrior Rael, who until recently had been on the verge of death...

At Adonis' raised hand you stop and catch your breath for a moment.   Eldor dissappears ahead once more, skulking into the pass itself.

PLs...

Rael walk quietly next to the taller older man. He speak rarely his hands always close to his blades.

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Rael walk with Kjaelos speaking with him quietly, at one moment he stop in his track blushing slightly then he speaks again in quick hushed voice.

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Rael shakes his head as he continue speaking with the man.

 Finding himself a rock to sit on for a few moments, Adonis turns his head to look dryly at Rael and Kjaelos, but refrains from his first impulse (pointing out that the two long-haired men are starting to resemble a couple of teenage girls whispering in a corner) in favour of unconvincingly concealing a long look around the landscape with a stretch and neck-roll.

Eldor reappears quietly from the pass and explains that at the far end, there seems to be some kind of route upwards, cut into the north cliff (the taller side of the the pass).   Meanwhile Brakkus is standing with his hands to his temples, looking worriedly towards the same cliff.

Bjorn notices the direction of his gaze and speaks out "the old fort is said to be somewhere in the western part of the downs.  And if it were myself, the crag up there is just where I'd put it, right easy to defend."

[ooc: which way, gentlemen and teenagers?].

 "It's not the old fort we're looking for though, is it? - Or is that where the fellow we're taking the message to makes his abode?" Adonis pipes up, looking back from his careful study of the scenery in order to ask the question, apparently bright enough (at least) to know when to check his directions before haring off into the wilderness.

Brakkus sidles over to Sir Adonis. "Sir knight, I can sense some kind of danger awaiting at the north cliff, either on the way up  or atop it" he confides in a low voice.