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"I shall stand the first watch, if another will sit with me. Two, at least, must keep the care of the others in so deadly a place, methinks."

*keeping his back to the light Claude walks a few more paces towards the cave before settling to the ground*

I will keep watch with you Mi'Lady. After traveling this far I'm not sure I could I sleep now anyway. I must say however, that this reminds me of an old campfire tale told to me in the Academy. Those who guard the sleeping will do well to remember what our task is.

*Kidwynn stays near the fire as much as she is able to keep warm, but she is keeping watch. She is seen taking out an apple to much on, but other then that keeping mostly to herself to both keep an eye on things and from the looks of it, she is deep in thought about something.*

*Before settling down, Dallid checks over the area for any diseased animals to heal.*

*Arthos being quite during the trek stands his assigned watch with no complaint and with watchfull eyes. Before sleeping Arthos offers anyone who wish's some magic protection or some battle pointers (Sage Buff) with a happy smile, but with little banter.

Arthos seems unsettled and not his typical vocal self*

*Pugo walks around the camping a fewtimes checking the woods and underbush. Try's to help Dallid find animals in need of healing. Once Vaun makes her statemnet about first watch he pipes up softly. His voice is very raspy and gnawled.*

"I help in watches, plus give me chance to read the spirits around here."

*Once he is done with helping Dallid he finds a spot that lets him see the sky. He pulls out a small bag of somekind. Than begins to pull small items form the bag. It seem that he is looking around him and chanting something very softly. As he does this he seem to gaze at everyone in the party for a long while. Than shake his haed and looks to the night sky without speaking a word to anyone. He at this point starts to place somekind of paint on his face and starts to cut himself along the arms so that he bleeds into a small animal skull. Which after he is done looking at the sky, and cutting long swift lines of some kind into his arms. He bleeds into the aniaml skull. He than brings up the skull to the night sky as he stands up. He than pulls some kind of herbs form his side sack and mixes them into the skull with a small bone. Once it starts to chant softly to himself again. After he does this for a short time. He drink form the skull and walks over to Ogrom and drip his finger into the skull and start to paint something on his face. Than hands it to Ogrom and speaks only one phase.*

"You drink this for spirit say this is path of the jade asp. We no can walk into such place without blessing of the feathered serpent."

*He looks at Arthos when he gets done talking to Ogrom.*

"I shall take the blessing for the winter wolf. For he understands that this is not a place to be without teh spirits to help us."

Vaun's odd eyes were fixed upon Claude for a very long time after he spoke to her, for she was trying to decide if the young human was trying to give her a lesson of some kind. A ghost of a smile pilled at the corners of her lips as she mused on the fact that she had been fighting battles for over two centuries and needed no lessons. Her kind were feared as terrors by those unfortunate enough to cross their path.

Rather than comment, however, she merely turned away from him and focused on the Ga'Vin. "When thou art finished with thy rite, keeper of my Wyrd, I shall set what wards on thee I can if thou would have them." She whispered a few words in her liquid tongue and the violet fireball vainshed from her hand.

She said softly to Atrum, "Wilt thou permit me to ward thee?"

*Pugo nods to Vaun when she replys to him. He does not stop at his task, as he marks himself and Ogrom.*

The night proceeds quietly. The occasional whistle or hum or whisper of those on watch may be heard by the light sleepers of the group, but few other sounds can be heard through the early part of the eve.

In the deepest part of the night, however, all are awoken by the deep growl of a creature that surprisingly made it into the heart of camp without being noticed. Large, fierce, mouth foaming, it stares with fiery eyes, licking its chops.

Jumping to a ready position, the adventurers quickly arm themselves, swords and bows to the ready. A quick survey of the crowd and it becomes very apparent that one is missing, Claude.

Looking back at the creature, one might catch what appears to be the briefest of smiles. Then the creature pounces, looking for blood...

* To Vaun*
For this night yes, I would like you to.

*Takes first watch*

*When the creature Attacks he positions himself between it and Vaun and keeps it away from her, slashing out with his nangato to keep it at length*

Vaun, fry this thing if you would please!!

If anyone of the group had spoken Van'An'Dar, they would have heard a string of vile curses fit for life long sailirs issue from Vaun's mouth, but as no one could, it sounded rather like a harsh incantation instead. How such a thing had gotten beyond her watchfulness, she did not know, and was about to make it pay dearly for doing so.

The ball of violet fire**, wich she had recalled after seeing to the protections of Artum and Pugo she threw with viciousness, a kind of mad light in her own eyes. As soon as the fireball left her hand she began muttering and lightning began to lick her hand as many in Haven had seen her do on several occasions. In her other hand she gripped her sword, prepared for whatever means the beast used to attack.

There was not a trace of fear on her colorless face. Instead the Elven featured Valkin'vi looking woman seemed to be enjoying herself.

** 15 crush as per the Fire Starter and Overwhelming Flame spells

*Puts herself right into the think of things fighting more then likely along side drake. She swares in every foul word a sailor can come up with that this thing is in camp and she cannot find Claude. Kidwynn will be hitting the creature with her typical finess and style, going for vital organs to take the thing down quickly.*

*She shouts*

Protect Dallid at all cost. Make certain the healer remands standing so he can heal us!!!

*A low growl issues forth form Arthos throat and in a deep menacing voice*

This is claude we face. He has been cused diseased by the same thing which took Elinia from the Guild of Light. He is not in his right mind and will rip you asunder if you get to close. He can not die and will regnerate quickly from his wounds. We must flee or drive him off until he reverts back to himself. His blows are to strong to block with weapons and shields, so keep your distance if you can.

*Arthos channels engery into his hand and starts to throw it at Claude*

Can any one cause him sleep or knock him out? I don't if it will work, but it's worth a try!

*Hears Arthos and takes a few steps back*

Ok luv, so how do you suppose we drive him off? If and only if he can be knocked out, do we need someone to be bait to grab his attention?

*Atrum looks to Drake and nods his head towards Claude-beasts opposite flank and charges a sleep if he can*

Warriors, give us a few moments.