The Journey to Frostfell, Chapter 2
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The Journey to Frostfell, Chapter 2
*As the evening winds down, the watches are set for the evening and most head towards the campfire for slumber. The nights are growing predictably more cooler as the fall season turns to winter and the group travels north at a steady pace.*
*Lambic, Claude and Donovan are sitting strategically near the fire on their watch late into the evening, speaking in low tones sporadically to wile away the time, when suddenly an extremely cold gust of wind whips through the campsite. The trees ache and moan as the wind wrestles their limbs and a very eerie silence follows.*
*Lambic, Claude and Donovan are sitting strategically near the fire on their watch late into the evening, speaking in low tones sporadically to wile away the time, when suddenly an extremely cold gust of wind whips through the campsite. The trees ache and moan as the wind wrestles their limbs and a very eerie silence follows.*
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*Donovan pulls his cloak tight around him as the wind blows through the clearing, his muscles tensing against the cold. When the wind settles, his eyes flash around the campsite as the silence brings a visibly different kind of tension. He catches Claude's eyes and inclines his head slightly in the direction of the wind.*
*Fixing his gaze directly on Lambic, Donovan looks him in the eye and then looks slowly at the ground at their feet. His eyes then sweep their sleeping companions and he gives a slight nod. Loosening Lightstorm in its sheath, Donovan glances in the direction the wind came from, looks around the area, and begins moving toward the edge of the campsite.*
*Fixing his gaze directly on Lambic, Donovan looks him in the eye and then looks slowly at the ground at their feet. His eyes then sweep their sleeping companions and he gives a slight nod. Loosening Lightstorm in its sheath, Donovan glances in the direction the wind came from, looks around the area, and begins moving toward the edge of the campsite.*
One should rather die than be betrayed. There is no deceit in death. It delivers precisely what it has promised. Betrayal, though ... betrayal is the willful slaughter of hope.
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*Shivering against the gale Claude watches as Donovans gaze looks to himself and Lambic. Watching as his companions begin to move, he stands, placing his shield between himself and the ill wind, his sword unsheathed behind it. Flanking Donovan and moving into the wind he begins to search the night moving towards the outskirts of the encampment.*
"The knight... is down."
Claude the Expired
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*Donovan raises an eyebrow when Kels leaps from the ground, then shows a slight smile and immediately signals for him to take the flank opposite Claude.*
One should rather die than be betrayed. There is no deceit in death. It delivers precisely what it has promised. Betrayal, though ... betrayal is the willful slaughter of hope.
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OOC: A this post is a little out or time order with what has been posted.
**Lambic takes a quick swig from his flask and loosens his own sword. He gets a grimace on his face that reads as either, I hope I am doing what he wants me too or that damn cured meat gives me gas. Lambic then proceeds to crawl around the fire, gently wake each person and signaling to each of them as the awaken with his hands.
First he puts his lips, then motion with both hands palms down pushing towards the ground. Next he points at them and partial draws his weapon. Lastly he points at them and points at the ground.**
**As Kels jumps up, Lambic gives him as "Shhhhh!"**
**Lambic takes a quick swig from his flask and loosens his own sword. He gets a grimace on his face that reads as either, I hope I am doing what he wants me too or that damn cured meat gives me gas. Lambic then proceeds to crawl around the fire, gently wake each person and signaling to each of them as the awaken with his hands.
First he puts his lips, then motion with both hands palms down pushing towards the ground. Next he points at them and partial draws his weapon. Lastly he points at them and points at the ground.**
**As Kels jumps up, Lambic gives him as "Shhhhh!"**
*Deep in his meditative sleep, Donmayo opens his eyes at once when hit with the strangly gust of wind, but does not move until he is tapped by those awakening the sleeping companions. Slowly he raise his staff to prepair for some vile magical assult...
*Seeing 3 birdmen in the road Corbyn asks:
"Donmayo can we trust these travelers?"
-They are Avyana, of course not"
“But you’re an Avyana”
-Yesss I am, aren't I...
-Donmayo of Mahuru April 1055 PEW
"Donmayo can we trust these travelers?"
-They are Avyana, of course not"
“But you’re an Avyana”
-Yesss I am, aren't I...
-Donmayo of Mahuru April 1055 PEW
*The eerie silence surrounding the group continues as a stillness settles in around the group. No usual animal sounds or leaves rustling in the wind can be heard. The only sound evident is the sound of Lambic and Kels moving around... the sounds of the two are amplified by the lack of sound in the woods around the group, nearly echoing in each person's ears.*