Well, look who showed up...
- Roger: Drom, dwarf Desert Rider
- Rick: Bjorr, 1/2 orc Paladin
- Chris: Thorn, dwarf Wizard
- Dan: Kiara, elf Ras Godai
- Seana: Zanegar, 1/2 orc Sea Wolf
- Adam: Ad Ratter, halfling Wizard
Drom has returned from his sojourn, or pouting...
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| Don't listen to them sweetie, you're lovely. |
That's Trixie, by the way. Continuing with the excellent mount names.
Ok, to begin. Ad Ratter was discovered among the baggage, or curled up in someone's bedroll. Sort of like shaking out your shoes in the morning to check for scorpions. There might be a halfling. He was abandoned by his peers while exploring the Badlands. What do you expect for a CON 3 halfling?
The party mounted up and headed onward, checking out the canyons and ridges. An obelisk was spotted, and investigated. The tall obelisk was of a bluish metal, and warm to the touch. It was covered with odd runes. Zet was called up to translate. He pulled out a crumbling book and gingerly turned pages. The runes were a challenge, at best he could sense it was a border marker or milepost. He made notes and the party moved on.
Bjorr and Drom noted what appeared to be old wagon tracks worn into the stone of the canyon floor. Perhaps this was an old thoroughfare to the old cities.
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Later, Kiara and Ad heard a rumbling in the distance. Then at less of a distance. Everyone rushed to get themselves and their mounts to higher ground. Their suspicions confirmed, a flash flood ripped through where they had recently stood.







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