Hey, aren't you making the Avatar movie?
No, but I did get a walk on part - you can see me just to the left of Appa's rearmost left leg right before Sokka yells "yip yip" (not really).
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What in the hell am I talking about?!?Nyquil? Or is it the Nyquil talking? Are you talking to me, my friend?
Hera looks around, expecting something to come jumping out at her at any minute. "I think we should get out of here while we can." She says nervously. "Oh, I so second that idea!" Shym agrees.
I want to stick with this:
Shym puts his hands in his spell component pouch brushes his fingers back and forth over the multicolored sand and the wool.
"What in Baator was that!" Shym shrieks.
Shym lays there on his bed roll as the sun starts to crest the sandy horizon. He sighs loudly and pulls into a sitting position. He opens his pack and draggs out his spell book. Flipping through the pages he imagines the nightmare that the day will more than likely become.
Shym rolls over and goes to sleep using his satchel as a pillow.
"Although it is a place of blasted heat, desert sand does not hold heat. It will get chilly after nightfall. Could someone please light a fire?" Shym mentions as he lays out his bedroll. Shym plops down and pulls out his measly wedge of cheese and a bread. He breaks it into two pieces with some difficulty. If anyone has none, he offers half to them. Otherwise he begins to munch on his dinner.
"........................... camp sounds nice." "That's a majority. Hera, do you mind?" "Elerosse, is this a good place? Cadwyn, what about watches?"
Shym looks at his companions and says, "Ok, what's the plan? There does not appear to be anything of interest as far as the eye can see. Do we pick a direction and hopre we don't get lost or are we going to set up camp for the night." "I vote for camp."
Hera gives a slight smile at Xaephons polite request "Well," She says, "I guess looking around while it is still light would be a good idea, we can always head back for the city when night falls." "In the dark?!?" Shym says with a slight edge of panic. "You know monsters are real right? I'm a powerful wizard and all but...I'm still mastering my technique...so this is about the best I can do!"
Shym casts Charm Person hoping Cadwyn will give me all his money! ...not really.
"It's a long way home. Maybe we should find a nice spot to camp for the night. Tomorrow we can head out at first light." "I am mighty thirsty. Xaephon, can you get your friends to bring us some?"
"...sure." Shym says without any hint of conviction. "Hey, Elerosse, lets kick around a little while more, just in case."
"My sword is still yours, however we decide to proceed." Shym sees Elerosse and Hera heading home and shrugs. "I'm slower than a dwarf with a broken leg carrying this blasted stick flinger around...Cadwyn, would you mind carrying it for me for awhile?" Shym holds out his crossbow, his puny arms trembling under its weight.
"So we're supposed to go back to town?!?"
"What voice?!?" Shym hisses in near panic. "Will someone please tell me what is going on?" When Shym sees the waterskin and hears Elerosse talking about food he takes a mental inventory. "Oh hell, I didn't bring any water!"
As we wander into the desert, following Elerosse, Shym asks "What do you hear? Should we ready our weapons?"
Elerosse listens to the voice, "There is someone in need of help!" Elerosse looks to see if he can find the person calling for help. "There is someone out here? Then let us make haste to their aid." Shym motions for Elerosse and those that can hear anything other than their own missery to lead the way.
"This sucks," Shym mutters under his breath. He keeps his free hand hovering over his spell component pouch. Adventuring is already more nerve racking than he expected.
Shym says, "I will accompany our friend Cadwyn and meet the rest of you at the designated departure point in two hours."
To Cadwyn Tallis: "I have 5gp I can front you...but maybe an even cut of any findings would be more agreeable?"
Nodding to Xaephon, Shym says "Aye, and I suspect there was sorcery involved. How else could all have heard the utternace at such a distance?" To Cadwyn Shym adds "Sir, what say you? Will you join us?"
He looks surprised. "Lopinsand? Well, if you'd asked anyone else about that, they would have refused. It's certainly a land of superstition. Luckily for you, I'm not of that type. You will be escorted to Lopinsand!" Shym raises one eyebrow. "And why would you be so willing to help us, my good sir?" To Cadwyn: "I am not sure, and for that reason, we might be interested in hiring you to accompany us. You look like you are adept at wielding a sword?"
The Captain relents. "Alright." He says. "I believe you. But is there anything else I should know?" Shym does not say anything, but looks to the brave looking fighter. He tries to convey a sense of urgency.
"From a considereable distance I too saw the events."
Good to have ya!
So good gentlemen, you say we were observed at the scene of the murder? As my companion has asked, who is this witness that saw us but not the deed? He must have been close at hand to have been able to describe us so sufficiently...he therefore must have mentioned that we were on the far side of the bridge from Actar. I'm afraid we have little else we can contribute.
Shym rolls his eyes and wishes dearly he hadn't left his cain at home - this flippin' crossbow is way heavier than it looks.
Shym gets up early the next morning, anxious about the foray into the desert. He prepares his spells (), grabs a loaf of bread and a wedge of cheese, and heads back to the bridge to meet up with all the strangers from the night before. On his way out the door, he writes a letter to his father stating his intent and leaves his cain. "It'll probably be days before they even know I'm gone," he thinks to himself.
"Sir, I have no idea what you are saying...but if mounting an expedition into the desert is at hand I think all gathered here must venture together. Count me in. I suggest we retire, gather our gear, and meet here tomorrow."
Shym cuts a glance back to Hera, puts on his bravest face, and says "Onward, gentlemen and let us right this wrong!"
"Aye, but was his dying desire for us to seek out his doom in the desert or to avoid the arid land? What of his attacker? Should he be pursed or left be? I'm afraid I have been left with more questions than answers."
Shym averts his eys back to the Actar...
"What is the matter? Who is running?" "Did you hear the thaumaturgical telling 'Lopinsand'?" Shym answers absentmindedly before noticing the ranger. He nervously adjusts his dagger, copying her obviously more comfortable style. "I am Shym," he says to the group with a slight hesitency. "It appears that foul play has rendered true the midnight chime's calling. I am uneasy with the import of the desert being the last word a man may choose. ...and menacing Actar further bodes ill."
Shym looks to the elf and the human standing nearby (). Shym, looks like an adventurer wannabe, with his new clothes and weapons worn awkwardly. He stands there in utter disbelief with his hands gripping a facny cain tightly. |