Sooo game dead, then.
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"I was about to ask if you could enspell it."
"Grim, but all right," says Marisol. "I'd rather not swim past while it's sleepy only to discover that it's a bit peckish again later when we come out the other side."
"Anyone got a fish?" Marisol wisecracks.
Marisol likewise backs up as directed.
"I'll be right beside you, my dear," says Marisol. She advances and pivots to peer to the south with her unnatural darkvision.
No worries. I've been in vacation this week and been a bit neglectful of the boards. YES YOU HAVE
Marisol pivots slightly on one heel to bring her cutlass to bear against the next lizardfolk guard, between her and Vlad.
This time, Marisol manages to bark out the arcane syllable that covers her blade in icy frost.
Marisol is too busy chopping with haste to put any magic on her blade today.
Marisol grunts and strikes at the palisade, trying to damage it, because that will in the long run probably be easier than trying to climb over it while getting stabbed.
"This fits with what we heard about them suffering from some kind of ailment," says Marisol. "The different tracks and strides, I mean." "These lizardfolk might be in no condition to fight at all."
"Do you think you might be able to cure a sickness by magic? If it's a mundane malady and not a curse, I mean?" asks Marisol.
Marisol's lips scrunch a bit as she tries to puzzle out what could actually be happening, based solely on the varying words of different unreliable narrators, but she knows better than to interrupt in the middle of the discussion
"Huh. Garborn, I trust that's not another hostile tree like the scythe tree?"
"I certainly don't want to leave the lizardfolk under the scaly boot-heel of an even worse tyrant. And our own self-interest compels us to make sure that such a group isn't on our own doorsteps."
"No good deed goes unpunished, I suppose."
"I like swimming on a nice warm day when I can relax later," replies Marisol, "but less so if it means being cold and bedraggled in a swamp!"
"Just so long as I don't have to swim again."
Yeah it's just been a slow burn!
Marisol takes the opportunity to clear a space for a campfire. Her mithral cutlass can stand up to a little brush-clearing, and she knows that roasting a carcass of this size probably means a pit fire. "I have my cooking tools in my saddlebags, but I don't have a shovel," she says. "Garborn, were you thinking pit fire like roasting a whole boar? Or are you going to butcher it into slices or chunks for spit-roasting or stew?"
Marisol rushes to aid her companion. Without the haste spell she just reaches the fray, trying to chill her sword as she goes.
She fumbles the spell, of course.
And misses.
Marisol hears the guttural hacking noise just in time and manages to back out of the way of the acid spittle.
With blade already in hand, Marisol makes her way around some of the trees in the direction of the rather notable sound.
Marisol draws her cutlass warily.
"Something you think we can handle, dear?" says Marisol. "Clawing at trees like that seems rather like bears. If a bear wanders too close to a village, hunters can generally drive it off... I presume that forest drakes are more malicious and dangerous?"
Yup, we have lots to see still!
Hooray! Anything else we need to do?
Looks like the rest of the team’s all here, at least!
I'm all for trying to keep going. Vlad actually runs a separate KM game in which I'm a player and I spend a lot of time mulling over the kingdom-building stuff. I suspect some people get kinda lost in the scope and in the transition from "explore a hex each day as you adventure" to "switch back and forth between adventuring for a week and managing politics for a week."
A shame. Seems that this one is destined to go, too.
DM still with us?
"I've exhausted my fire magic in those futile attacks on the scythe tree," says Marisol. "I'll fight if we decide to, but my contributions will be minimal."
"I'm all for a walk along the river. Maybe we'll see something that will give us more to think about with regard to Marlbeck's comments about the fae 'seeing red'."
Marisol says, "That's the joke," in a deadpan tone, then she wiggles her eyebrows and runs her tongue across her teeth with a grin.
Marisol can't help but chuckle at Nico's comment. "Sadly too true," she says. "But it seems we've smoothed over the relations between lumberjacks and faerie-ladies, by giving them wood, so I think it's time to move on."
Marisol doesn't need any extra urging; she's up and onto her horse again momentarily.
Marisol gives a wry grin and says, "I think he already said he'd like to sing and dance."
I have to go to the doctor today and there's a chance I'll wind up in surgery. If so, I may be out for a few days (assuming I survive, of course, there's always the tiny chance of something going wrong).
"Not us, but some overzealous loggers," says Marisol. "We are simply hoping to set things aright, to return the trees that were taken."
"Obviously this... thing has had its share of victims already," says Marisol. "I don't feel particularly bad about destroying it. Garborn, how do these sorts of trees come about? Evil spirits? Unseelie faerie magic? Tree lost a bet at card game night?"
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