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Kei nods vigorously. Yes! This kind of thing is always happening in these places! Curse me for not having any alchemist's fire. I should now better. I bet there are no spider swarms in the nearest opera house. I've never seen an opera, but I've seen more than one nest of spiders." Kei shudders "I want to go to an opera."
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Sunnendel graciously accepts the meal offered by Toivo and offers some of his own. A halfling favorite stewed cony and potatoes.
Beginning to look far more troubled sunnendel shouts out
"I have no more flasks left!"
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The spiders swarm on engulfing Sunnendel and Khardum.
The spiders get into every nook and cranny of Sunnendel's loose-fitting robes.
Janira recovers somewhat and starts a recitation.
“And it was Selmius Foster’s race against a marid and efreeti on the isle of Jalmeray, which taught us that nothing is truly impossible and every situation can end in victory.”
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Being out of options at this time Sunnendel backs away from the swarming spiders sputtering out "Yuck.. <belch> ... these spiders may be the death of me... <blerg>"
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Khardum scores a direct hit, setting the swarm ablaze.
Jalak and Toivo both launch globs of matter at the swarms, but to no avail, and M and Sunnendel move out of harm's way.
One of the swarms disperse and the other engulfs Khardum again.
Janira moves and heals Sunnendel.
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Sunnendel looks to Janira and speaks "Ugh..." "Thank you..." "Appreciate the healing." "Might you have anything flammable Janira?" ending his sentence bringing his open hand out towards Janira with a questioning expression.
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Third time's the charm, as the Kurgessan's say, and Toivo blast the spiders to smithereens.
As the excitement dies down, Janira draws a pair of potions and offers one to Jalak.
"Well, that could've gone better, but I guess it could have gone much worse as well. You handled yourselves well!"
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Smacking the remaining spiders in his clothes. "Definitely phobias are happening." "I for one will be packing more Alchemist's Flasks for next time." "I feeling a bit peckish." "Anyone up for a little mutton or something when we stop for the night?""
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Sunnendel looks surprised "You are right." "The passage of time has lost me." "We must press on then." Sunnendel looks down as he won't be dining in style tonight.
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Finding a suitable path through the wilderness proves difficult, and you waste precious hours of daylight backtracking to avoid impassible obstacles.
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After dispersing the swarm of spiders, Toivo takes a moment to pick a few remaining leaves out of his beard and readjust his pack. He then gives the rest of the group his deadpan look and asks, "Well, are we going then?"
As the group runs across yet another blocked path, Toivo looks up at the late afternoon sky. We aren't going to make at this rate. Damn these woods are very different from the woods back home. No snow. He then heaves a heavy sigh. "We should go faster, aren't going to make it."
"We're still a few hours from the cave. This is your confirmation, so I'll let you decide our course of action."
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"I'm with him." Sunnendel adds in quite energetically running after Khardum asking him "so what foods do you like?" one... two... "How about the ones you don't like?"
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"Stewed goat, spiced mushrooms, potatoes of various styles," Khardum rattles off, discussing the foods he likes.
"I'm not terribly fond of leafs. I don't like berries, much. Meatier fruits are better: apples, peaches, pears. Hen meat isn't bad, but they're so tiny! How is one hen supposed to fill a belly?"
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"Oh, stews, potatoes, meat!!" Sunnendel briefly closes his eyes and licks his lips just thinking about an amazing meal of Dwarven magnitude. "Your right! Hens are much to small." one... two "I find myself eating three sometimes four at a time." "They are difficult to prepare as well."
Sunnendel trips a little from the Forced March. "These little legs of mine sometimes get a head of me."
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"I'm for moving on." Toivo says as soon as it becomes apparent the dicision is being put to a vote.
As the other dwarf and halfling start talking about foods and likes, Tovivo gives a huff. In a low voice he says, "Typical dwarf, only focused on how filling something is... He stops for a second and in a lighter tone of voice continues. "I prefer a good salad or berries. 'though I do like venison and mushrooms as well but I can't stand fish."
In the first hour, Toivo tries to move too fast, constantly scouting ahead to make sure the path doesn't come to yet another dead, and comeing back every ten minutes to make a report.
Having exausted himself, he spends the next hour following the group, keeping a good pace. However, the stupidity of the first hour strikes him again during the third hour as he starts to lag behind the group. He resoutely doesn't say anything, though, and scowls away anyone who looks concerned, say "I'm fine, won't die from something like this."
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"If we must. Just not sure how a feeling after the spiders" Jalak unconsciously rubs his arms were the worst spider bites were.
Jalak struggles to keep up all night, tripping or falling every so often. By the end of the march he seems out on his feet and is very sluggish and non responsive.
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"Whoa! There lad," Khardum scuttles over to Jalak as the man nearly stumbles, "You won't be honoring your brother by passing out after a little walking."
He pulls out his wand and channels restorative energy into the arcanist. Jalak immediately feels reinvigorated, if a bit sore. After the second wave of energy, he feels right as rain.
"How's that?" he asks, slapping the man on the back.
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Sunnendel remarks to Toivo "There is a great deal you can do with venison." "Have you tried it smoked." "Thats a shame about not liking fish." "I wont push it on you." "But perhaps you may give a 'thank you' bite to my trout recipe some time." noticing Jalak nearly passing out "Oh my Jalak are you ok?" "Here have some of this chocolate it will help with the cramping." Sunnendel rushes to Jalaks side to offer a small hunk of chocolate.
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As the sun sets, the dense forest opens to a wide clearing at the base of a sheer cliff. Thick vines cover the surface of the cliff stretching 30 feet overhead.
“Here! The cave entrance is behind those vines,” Janira says with a broad smile as she walks to the cliff’s face. She pulls back several layers of vegetation to reveal a narrow crack in the cliff’s surface.
“This is where I saw the gillmen enter.”
As she motions toward the aperture, the surrounding woods come alive with the sound of small animals fleeing some unseen danger and a large creature crashing through the undergrowth. The halfling worriedly remarks, “Quick, take cover before whatever it is spots us!”
As if she’d summoned the creature with her words, a massive horned monstrosity emerges from the trees. Standing eight feet tall on a pair of cloven hooves and wielding a tremendous axe, the bull-headed creature roars with unbridled anger when it spots the group.
Wisely assessing that a minotaur is beyond her charges’ capabilities, Janira screams, “A minotaur! There’s little chance we can stand against it. Take this bag,” she continues, pulling off her backpack, “and head deeper into the caves. Finish your mission. I’ll lead it away from the caves, lose it in the forest, and join you as soon as I can. Now go! GO!”
She heaves her backpack into the cave, casts a spell, and darts off toward the minotaur before turning to lure it away.
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Understanding the situation that Janira is willing to lute the minotaur away from the group to ensure their safe Sunnendel follows orders running into the cave shouting "You heard what she says" "get in complete your mission." " and get out!"
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