Norajia:
Norajia turns to hail the others "Beware of the ticks, they carry disease!"
Lemak gives a whoop of strength, having smashed the tick aside. He then cleans his dagger-axe where he can against the hard land.
Mabwe:
"Leave them to the vultures and the hyenas, not enough brush around here to burn them properly and I don't want to drag diseased things about.
He's about to suggest burning the remains of the ticks, but looking about, has to agree with the morokanth that there's not much fuel to do so.
Gargle:
Proceeding along the route pointed out by the bone of Varantas, you clear a small hill and come to an abrupt change of environment.
Stretching out before you is a vast area of desolation. The sparse sickly grasses of the prairie seem positively lush compared to the area before you, where not one plant is growing: The Dead Place.
Tuari:
"Norajiea, the pull on my blood grows stronger as Varantas needs more each time, I can bear it but incase I fall you should know." he looks out at the Dead place "I don't like it but I think we need to go directly across the Dead Place."
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We push on, as the bone to shows," says Lemak. "
We've no time to lose. The gods have called on this mission. And it sounds like this bone it taking its toll on you."
Norajia:
I agree it seems the only sensible course is to follow the track it shows. We could check again as we pass that place ahead that I no longer care to name now that we have come this close to it. I wonder though if we might be following something that is moving. It seems we have started moving a bit more East of North than when we set out - or maybe it is just me"</Green>
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An interesting point. If our goal is moving, then we can't be too sparing with use of the bone in case we keep moving in the wrong direction." He looks at
Tuari. "
Do you think Varantas would accept it if the pass the bone around, to speak you all the burden?"