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Looks like three of us.

After breakfast is complete, I prepare myself to journey to this strange village, rearranging my pack and sharpening my sword.

"Have some breakfast Simn," I ask, having done what I could to forage something up when nobody else leaped forward to volunteer.

I'm in

I am... but the story seems a bit stuck... :)

"So who's making breakfast," I ask hoepfully.

"Did anyone think to get directions before we all fell asleep," I say in the morning as I put on my sword and armor.

I take the time to say my morning prayers, then rising with a stretch, I take stock of the swamp, listening to its sounds, searching the sky for signs of the weather.

I gather then that we rest (with guards) and then in the morning head towards this village.

"I would agree that leadership is best earned. Still and all, are we all in agreement on traveling together to this village?"

"I have a leader already, the will of my god," I say with a smile, "but your point is well taken. I plan on traveling to this village these folks hint at in only hushed, fearful whispers, for it seems certain that there is something evil afoot. If there are companions willing to make the same journey for the same reason, I will gladly join them and if there is one whom we each think is best equipped to make strategic decisions for us, I will consent to listen to their wisdom."

"Yet, I am thinking perhaps we each have different talents and each might be better equipped to guide us through different trials. Myself, I am well trained for battle and fighting the minions of the dark. But I have no head it appears for overland travel."

Sensing the a possible evil, perhaps something worthy of my quest, I say to the older couple, "I am a servant of the Swift Sword and the battle against darkness is my mission? What is wrong in this village that you speak of? And is it far from here? That is, would it be possible to make the journey there in the morning?"

"Thank you good people," I say, "Your hospitality is most appreciated. But tell me, where is this swamp, for our party came here in no usual way and we are in need of direction."

I raise a hand in greeting as we pull closer to the wandering band.

"Salutations! This may seem like an odd question but we are in need of directions... Could you be telling us where we are?"

As night begins to approach, I suggest that those more familiar with the ways of the wilderness might be on the lookout for a good camping ground.

On the raft I stand,
My Great Sword in my hand,
And if an evil foe draws near,
My god Vorr they will learn to fear
When his servant splits their skulls.

I sing quietly to myself as we set sail on the swamp.

After everyone has removed what they want from the body, I carry it over to the water and slide it in.

"Shall we get moving," I say when the raft is completed, "Someone with a sense of direction point me in the right way and I'll gladly work the pole."

"A raft sounds good friend," I say and I set to with helping to gather supplies.

"So does anyone know which way is which," I ask.

"We can weight the body down and bury it in the water," I say, "I will take his great-sword as a token of a fallen warrior and offer it at the next temple I come to, If the Swift Sword permits."

I take the sword and says a brief prayer over the body.

Fortitude: (1d20+3=12)

A bit sore, but otherwise alright, I try to determine which direction we should travel in, but end up realizing I have no clue which way is which. I look around for the sun, trying to figure out which direction it rose from.

Untrained Survival Check: (1d20+4=8)

Come morning, with the breaking of the sun over the horizon I renew my orisons and prayers. After this, I see what the swamp looks like by the light of dawn.

"I have no interest in such small blades, even if they are magical," I say, "but it might be fair to take note of who might have a use for them and then, perhaps draw lots,... in the morning."

Back to resting and the watch order sounds good.

"These swords seem magical,..." I begin, pausing when Alvartus quickly picks them up and stabs the chest lid.

I will, upon seeing the swords, cast a brief orison, seeing if I can detect magic on them.

"I suggest we throw the bodies as far from our campsite as possible," I suggest as I make sure all the frogs are dead, "Their corpses could easily attract other, larger, more dangerous predators."

As it looks like there is no time to waste with spells, I charge towards the frog that is holding the gnome with its tongue.

Attacking frog: (1d20+3=19)
Damage: (2d6+3=10)

"Vorr!" I shout as I bring my great sword down towards the back of the tremendous frog.

Round 1 - Only half asleep, the cries fully wakes me up and I roll to my feet, hand on my sword to see what is transpiring.

Listen: (1d20+4=9)

Sir Muerdon is five foot, eleven inches.

Final Watch.

Spot: (1d20+4=19)

Listen: (1d20+4=5)

As I build the fire, I observe, "Things may look better in the morning light. Until then I suggest that we rest ourselves and prepare for a trek in the morning. It would look like the adventure we were being led towards has turned into something else entirely and we will have to find a native of this land if we wish to discover more of where we are."

I plan on following my own advise and resting until its my turn to stand a watch.

I check the sandbar to see if there is any wood suitable for making a campfire.

After this, I take my place amongst the others, silent and thoughtful.

When others start to volunteer for watch duty, I offer, "I can take the last watch. I like to see the dawn."

"What do we think," I ask from where I am standing on the sandbar, "Should we make a camp for the night and see what the morning light shows us about our location or should we go traipsing through a swamp at night. Personally I think waiting out the night would be the wisest course at the moment."

I step out of the wreckage onto the sandbar, my heavy sword gripped in one hand.

"We need to figure out where we are. If the 'ship' sinks no further, it might be our best campsite through a night. Still it would do no harm to scout out the immediate area as well as possible before making plans."

It is night - yes?

I see if I can remove one of the lights from the walls so that I can carry it as a torch.

Did I see anything interesting out of the crack, or just a sand-bar in a swamp?

I move over to the crack and look out to see if we're going to have to swim for it.

Spot check: (1d20+4=17)

Somehow unscathed, I look to see who needs assistance as I plan an exit strategy from what appears to be a sinking ship.

Fortitude Save:(1d20+3=9); Reflex save: (1d20+0=12)

"Huh...?"

"This is a pretty kettle of fish," I say as I rise to join the search for some crewmen.

I grin at the gnomes enthusiasm.

"The next question, I suppose, is how soon till we arrive?"

"It sounds sir like you have yourself a team. So to repeat my original question, how soon can we leave?"

"The princess is a good woman however, and the fact her city is under attack, without protection, and possibly besieged by evil giants seems a worthy cause to my ears."

"Rescuing a good princess is indeed a quest worth pursuing," I say, "You may count on my humble sword in such a quest. How soon can we leave!"

I arch an eyebrow as Able makes his speech. Then I smile.

"I am afraid my services are not for hire. But if your missions are worthy, I will gladly partake and should you choose to aid me in the pursuit of worthy goals, I would gladly accept. There is no need to worry about hazard pay or the like as far as I am concerned. May I enquire however what your thoughts are good sir, as to a soldier taking aid from the possessions of the fallen?"

"Patience, good knight," I say to the Paladin, "Surely our host will arrive shortly, before we must all say good night."

"A scholar are you?" I say, "Perhaps this would be as good a time as any to introduce ourselves. I am Muerdon, a priest of the Swift Sword of the Gods. Members of my order are bid by our faith to spend a period of time in questing and fighting the forces of darkness. I had hoped that there might be a worthy quest in all of this." I wave my hands to indicate the ship and all that is in it.

"So what brings a scholar into such a place? Pursuit of the unknown?"

"Our host intends for us to be impressed. He seems to be a man of great means. I look forward to meeting him"

Delweir takes a seat.

I smile.

"Powerful magic can impress but I will be better impressed with a worthy task."

A bit wary at the obviously magicked chairs, I nontheless gingerly take a seat, taking my great sword from my back and leaning the scabbarded blade against the table near to hand.

"Thank you," I say to the birdman, and then, feeling invited, I lead the way up to the ship, looking, I think, for a man in plate mail.

As the hooded avian approaches, I make sure I am not in its path.

"Truly a very strange vessel," I remark aloud with a wry grin, one brow raised.

"At last we can hear what this 'unique' proposal is."

I too head down towards the docks.

I pray briefly when the food comes out, asking the Valiant to use the food to give me strength for my battles and wisdom for living, and then I eat my meal, listening mostly to the conversations going on about me.

The half orc seems to be mostly harmless, more desirous of being pleasant than murderous. The knight, perhaps a paladin, seems overly eager to do battle... a noble trait if tempered right. The dwarf... seems very much a dwarf. Some of the others appear to be intellectuals perhaps. An interesting group. It makes me wonder what this mysterious Able is after.