Pock nudged Harald as he turned away, moving to head down the road slowly. "You're looking for platinum?"

Putting on a dour face indeed, Harald responded, "Yes! Though I'll admit to having seen so little of the stuff lately it's no small wonder I could not recall it. I do hope we will be showered in enough of the stuff to bathe in for our efforts... perhaps we should petition for the shares of our fallen companions as well?"

In reply to Harald (msg # 12):

"I agree with Harald, I have seen nothing on this journey, a priest has to eat too, and feed the poor and pay for the needs of the church."
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We also haven't spent much, and we have certainly found enough food along the way.

In reply to Creston Fairwood (msg # 14):

"True, we have had enough for ourselves."

"Well, I suspect that petitioning for our fallen companions' shares would be in bad taste--otherwise I would probably agree."

In reply to Pock Oneshoe (msg # 16):

"Their shares should go to their next of kin."

The scouts confer, and they agree that after they backtrack and pick up Starshell's tutor Catweazel, they should take a westerly route overland, travelling away from the armies. The towns on the cliffs overlooking the Bay of Escape should have been untouched by the floods. Once they reach the port city of Belarthum they can then take the southern roads back to Masondain.

Gorn explained the route they agreed on.

“I guess, he said, we can aim for the towns on the cliffs, west from here.”

And he designated vaguely the direction, pointing at the land stretching out.

“We'll see when we arrive, but we might prefer to stay away from inhabitants?”

"I think that depends, mostly, on the inhabitants." He said, with a somewhat dopey grin on his face.

In reply to Pock Oneshoe (msg # 20):

"Female gnomes?" Brodd asked Pock.

In reply to Brother Brodd (msg # 21):

"Imagine, a whole secluded clan of gnomish women."

In reply to Pock Oneshoe (msg # 22):

"Or human women for that matter, I'm not a celibate you know!" he says to Pock with a grin!

The Barbarian shrugs grimly.

"I have had enough of cities. Too loud. Too crowded."

He hears a long, savage cry to the North where the buzzards are swarming thick. He stops and stares off to the horizon.

"That was the call of my tribe! I am needed!"

He grabs his pack readies his weapon.

"Fight bravely, my friends!"

He bolts northwards into the brush, and in an instant he is gone.
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Well, Amalrik did always like to charge off.

The party begins their journey westward. The sounds of battle begin to fade and only a couple buzzards fly overhead as apposed to the circling clouds before. The occasional thunder and flare of yellow or white light from the northeast signal the use of mighty magics on the battlefield.

In reply to DM (msg # 26):

"Blessed be the gods that we are not in that battle, for we would surely perish!"

Travis per the usual heads off to scout ahead of the group. He understood his value and place with the team, he didn't mind it either. Walking the field alone being the warning to possibly protect his band of newly acquired friends, it gave him purpose. He was no Knight, nor a warrior, he was barely an archer, but a scout, that he was good at, so he did what he could do well. Every person pulling their weight, a chain in the armor.

"Aye, Brodd, although I might imagine that we would die in an entire other way were our fantasies to come true. Ah, I should have brought some tobacco. A wineskin." He prodded his chin thoughtfully.

In reply to Pock Oneshoe (msg # 29):

"Get some at the first town we come to Pock. If we can find any money that is."

Gorn doesn't scout ahead from the group -especially because he knows Travis will do a good job- but still wanders away sometimes, when the sight of view is not good enough to see everything from the main road.

He's looking for some interesting places along the road of course, but he mostly wants to prevent any danger. Because we never know what roams in these lands, and not only ahead...

One scouts keeps the front guard and the other stops on nearby peaks to get the wide view. Between the two of them they spot a village up ahead at the base of a mountain peak. There's a lagoon next to the swirls ominously for no apparent reason.

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Ha! civilization or what the men make of it in any case I'm glad for it.

Dwarghar continues forward

Regdoc was glad for those scouts they had in the current party. Though he was well accustomed to travel on winding roads and forgotten paths, it made the exploration of such that much more enjoyable when the fore and aft were well protected. Chomper plodded along lazily at the old cleric's side, sniffing around from time to time and dashing off to chase the occasional chi-chi in the underbrush.

"Yonder lagoon seems a bit ominous, does it not? Could that be a sink hole perhaps, caused by the flood?"

In reply to Regdoc (msg # 34):

It could be. An opening into the underdark perhaps."