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03-23-2016, 08:58 PM
Bamboori: Hey!
He immediately sprints after the strange young guy, the others needing a few seconds to realize what's happened. Running through a forest proves to be a rather difficult task, and so it is inevitable that after a while he trips and falls onto his face.
Bamboori: Ouch! Bloody boots. Guess I'll need to get used to them first...
A purple bolt flashes by. Phil has taken on the pursuit and actually comes close to grab the escaping figure, but then decides to hold still when they reach another camp. It seems like the stranger belongs to them, since he is conversing with some other bandit figures around the camp's fireplace, fully out of breath. They then proceed to enter their tents, most likely to gather their weapons. Phil has seen enough and returns to Bamboori, where the others have gathered in the meantime as well.
Phil: Meeee-eee-ee-eeow!
snorsorbet: Translation: There's another camp in front of us and the boy seems to have warned them of our presence.
SirFrog: How many were there?
Phil: Me-ow!
snorsorbet: Translation: At least six of them, but there were likely more in the tents...
Drahcir: Six doesn't sound too bad.
Bamboori: It doesn't, but they have the advantage of knowing these forests. They could easily ambush and surround us, especially if there's more of them...
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|--4---3---2---1--| |--1---2---3---4--|
a Nav Ian Dra Ste : : --- --- --- --- a
b Bam --- Sim Blu : : --- --- --- --- b
c --- Sir sno Phi : : --- --- --- --- c
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Book of Knowledge: Drahcir Bamboori SirFrog BluePhoenix Nave snorsorbet Phil Simon Ian Steiner
World Map
(Hints of Interest: -
Stat points left: Blue Phoenix, Phil
Skill points left: Blue Phoenix, Phil, Simon)
It's midday. (3:03 PM)
The autumnal sun is brilliantly hovering high in the sky.
He immediately sprints after the strange young guy, the others needing a few seconds to realize what's happened. Running through a forest proves to be a rather difficult task, and so it is inevitable that after a while he trips and falls onto his face.
Bamboori: Ouch! Bloody boots. Guess I'll need to get used to them first...
A purple bolt flashes by. Phil has taken on the pursuit and actually comes close to grab the escaping figure, but then decides to hold still when they reach another camp. It seems like the stranger belongs to them, since he is conversing with some other bandit figures around the camp's fireplace, fully out of breath. They then proceed to enter their tents, most likely to gather their weapons. Phil has seen enough and returns to Bamboori, where the others have gathered in the meantime as well.
Phil: Meeee-eee-ee-eeow!
snorsorbet: Translation: There's another camp in front of us and the boy seems to have warned them of our presence.
SirFrog: How many were there?
Phil: Me-ow!
snorsorbet: Translation: At least six of them, but there were likely more in the tents...
Drahcir: Six doesn't sound too bad.
Bamboori: It doesn't, but they have the advantage of knowing these forests. They could easily ambush and surround us, especially if there's more of them...
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|--4---3---2---1--| |--1---2---3---4--|
a Nav Ian Dra Ste : : --- --- --- --- a
b Bam --- Sim Blu : : --- --- --- --- b
c --- Sir sno Phi : : --- --- --- --- c
|-----------------| |-----------------|
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Book of Knowledge: Drahcir Bamboori SirFrog BluePhoenix Nave snorsorbet Phil Simon Ian Steiner
World Map
(Hints of Interest: -
Stat points left: Blue Phoenix, Phil
Skill points left: Blue Phoenix, Phil, Simon)
It's midday. (3:03 PM)
The autumnal sun is brilliantly hovering high in the sky.
Quote of the Day f***ing Year (Click to View)