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*Arthos and the brave adventuring group takes the trials to the Fishing Village. Marching in an orderly way, with scouts in the front, healers and empath's in the middle, and a rear gaurd protecting the rear, being alert and watching for attack. Arthos tells everything he knows (see ealier posts) and has Dallid fill in any blanks (see ealier posts)*

*Kidwynn and I guess if Kels goes do their usual scouting thing keeping an eye out for trouble.*

*Dallid is indeed near the center of the group*

Lines up whereever, using his staff more for a walking aid than a weapon, but most are well aware of his skill with the stick.

Chargoth forms the rear, shield at hand and axe hung on his belt. His helmet down, he could be heard grumbling. Each step filled the the heavy clank of thick metallic armor. As wide as he was tall, He made a formidable shield from rear attacks.

*Incarius takes a position towards the front as per usual*

*behind the scouts*

DarKarath takes place on a flank to the left of the main body of the group, head on a swivel for any sign of ambush or....DANGER!

*Drake will take up right flank to protect the middle group. He will use his SPOT skill and be on alert.*

"What a wonderful day for a trip to the Fishing Village. Pity there is no water to enjoy there."

No water now, and with the changes in the land, perhaps not ever again. However, the possibility remains that the source of the lake is merely blocked, a new drain is in need of blocking, or a new source might be diverted into it.

But first, we should investigate the quality of the lake bed. If fertile, we should harvest it for Havens farms before seeking to drown it once again.

Hmm, there is also the possibility that the water simply got moved with all the changes, we may need to consider a mass relocation if we find where the water moved to for the entire village. That would be quite a feat.

*Kidwynn's scout ears hear the conversation and she looks back.*

If for some reason this earth would work as a fertilizer luvs, did anyone have the foresight to bring a bucket or somethin' so we can haul some of this dirt back?

The trip was shorter than before the shifting as the bold, hearty adventurers, who would remain undaunted in the face of recent horrors, who would remain fearless despite all they had seen, yes this group of what seemed like thiry men and women all on their guard for any possible sign of danger walked quickly and anxiously by the bright light of the noon day sun to the fishing village.

Standing at the base of a great hill left by the receding water, the group encounters a small man with a disgruntled look on his face, sitting in a canoe, holding a fishing pole, and chewing on what appears to be grass. Seeing the perplexed looks on the group's faces the man almost yells in what appears to be a rather drunken voice, "It's coming back any time now. I'm gonna be ready...I hope you can swim." The man almost appears to be fighting back tears...

The soil transfer will require significant effort and resources. Once a suitable source is found, we can then gather as many beings of Haven as possible and begin the transfer.

Looks at the poor man in the canoe, "Dallid I think maybe you better look at this guy and see if there is something you can do for him, he doesn't look right up here," he points to his head.

*Kidwynn grabs a handful of the dirt and takes a careful look at it. She appears to be deep in thought.*