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Bamboori: We've got one hour, right?
With these words he throws himself onto a heap of hay.
Bamboori: I'll take these shoes off for a bit. Walk barefoot for some time and boots will feel like a prison to your feet. Ahh, much better.
Drahcir: Well I suppose we could rest for a moment.
Drahcir sits down cross-legged. SirFrog fiddles around with a magical flame in his palm, but thinks better of it around the hay.
SirFrog: Honestly, these people are kinda weird. But I can be comfortable for a while. Just, um, signal should we need extra, well, firepower.
The group decides to take a little rest and tell each other a few little stories that come to mind to pass the time. A couple of stories later they decide the time has come to meet up with their host and set out to walk back to the main hut. Much to Bamboori's dismay he realizes that walking without boots is way more hazardous than without. A couple of minutes later they reach their destination. Ian, oblivious to etiquettes of any sort, simply enters the front door and announces the group with a surprisingly firm voice.
Ian: Hello! We have arrived for the evening meal.
Drahcir cannot suppress a facepalm but decides not to scold him. Jack is seated at a medium-sized table in a room in front of them and invite them in with a little wave of his hand. It seems a couple of different tables have been moved together to form one makeshift large table with four places on each side. Resting on the table itself are a couple of large plates with different meals on them, ranging from meat to fruits and salads. However it seems that about half of each plate has already been eaten away.
Jack: Here, have a seat. The mercs have already dined prior to your arrival in order to make space. Not all of us would get seats at the table simultaneously.
Aside from Jack and his dishwashing wife there are also three mercenaries present in the room, each minding his own business. The group gets seated and at first feel awkwardness as it has been a long time since any of them had been formal guests at a stranger's residence. However after a while they manage to get a conversation going, discussing topics including the inhabitants and history of JG Rime (apparently the founder's name had been James Grime), the recent bandit uprising in the Rinstar Highlands, the drastic climate change in the Barren Wastelands in the northwest of the kingdom and finally the rise of the Platiniac Army and its dire consequences.
After finishing up the delicious meal, the group give the farmer their thanks and offer some gold coins as compensation, but he declines, claiming the insightful conversation they had gave him 'new perspective on this world and its roaming entities'. Simon doesn't understand a word but simply nods and smiles.
Finally the group takes its leave and head back to the hay barn where they spend the night. Since they had been stripped of their weapons, it wouldn't have been wise to do some more exploring or anything of the sort.
As SirFrog twists and turns in his haystack pile, he is reminded of the hallucination incident he had experienced earlier that day. What was its meaning? Had he really heard those voices at a point in his history? It's hard to believe otherwise... still, trying to think back to what could have transpired back then sends a numbing pain through his head which drives tears into his eyes.
...
Suddenly, the distinct cracking of a branch pierces the nighttime silence. Bamboori sits up immediately, reaching for his bow by reflex and taking a few seconds before realizing their weapons were stowed away the past day. Instead, he reaches over to Drahcir and gently shakes his shoulder. His response is a long moan.
Bamboori: *whispering* Shh! Someone's here.
Drahcir slightly lifts his head and turns around to face Bamboori. A few seconds pass, both of them frozen in place. Bamboori cocks his ears. A few faint and rapid scuttling sounds reach them.
Something's definitely moving around just outside the barn.
Quest Logbook has been updated (Main Quest #3 - SirFrog's story)
Only Bamboori/Drahcir can take an immediate action at this point.
|--4---3---2---1--|
a --- Sir Ian Dra :
b --- Nav Phi Ste :
c Blu Bam sno Sim :
d --- --- --- --- :
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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)
(no map)
It's night. (2:21 AM, Day 8)
The dark, starry sky is filled with shining stars.
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Bamboori: We've got one hour, right?
With these words he throws himself onto a heap of hay.
Bamboori: I'll take these shoes off for a bit. Walk barefoot for some time and boots will feel like a prison to your feet. Ahh, much better.
Drahcir: Well I suppose we could rest for a moment.
Drahcir sits down cross-legged. SirFrog fiddles around with a magical flame in his palm, but thinks better of it around the hay.
SirFrog: Honestly, these people are kinda weird. But I can be comfortable for a while. Just, um, signal should we need extra, well, firepower.
The group decides to take a little rest and tell each other a few little stories that come to mind to pass the time. A couple of stories later they decide the time has come to meet up with their host and set out to walk back to the main hut. Much to Bamboori's dismay he realizes that walking without boots is way more hazardous than without. A couple of minutes later they reach their destination. Ian, oblivious to etiquettes of any sort, simply enters the front door and announces the group with a surprisingly firm voice.
Ian: Hello! We have arrived for the evening meal.
Drahcir cannot suppress a facepalm but decides not to scold him. Jack is seated at a medium-sized table in a room in front of them and invite them in with a little wave of his hand. It seems a couple of different tables have been moved together to form one makeshift large table with four places on each side. Resting on the table itself are a couple of large plates with different meals on them, ranging from meat to fruits and salads. However it seems that about half of each plate has already been eaten away.
Jack: Here, have a seat. The mercs have already dined prior to your arrival in order to make space. Not all of us would get seats at the table simultaneously.
Aside from Jack and his dishwashing wife there are also three mercenaries present in the room, each minding his own business. The group gets seated and at first feel awkwardness as it has been a long time since any of them had been formal guests at a stranger's residence. However after a while they manage to get a conversation going, discussing topics including the inhabitants and history of JG Rime (apparently the founder's name had been James Grime), the recent bandit uprising in the Rinstar Highlands, the drastic climate change in the Barren Wastelands in the northwest of the kingdom and finally the rise of the Platiniac Army and its dire consequences.
After finishing up the delicious meal, the group give the farmer their thanks and offer some gold coins as compensation, but he declines, claiming the insightful conversation they had gave him 'new perspective on this world and its roaming entities'. Simon doesn't understand a word but simply nods and smiles.
Finally the group takes its leave and head back to the hay barn where they spend the night. Since they had been stripped of their weapons, it wouldn't have been wise to do some more exploring or anything of the sort.
As SirFrog twists and turns in his haystack pile, he is reminded of the hallucination incident he had experienced earlier that day. What was its meaning? Had he really heard those voices at a point in his history? It's hard to believe otherwise... still, trying to think back to what could have transpired back then sends a numbing pain through his head which drives tears into his eyes.
...
Suddenly, the distinct cracking of a branch pierces the nighttime silence. Bamboori sits up immediately, reaching for his bow by reflex and taking a few seconds before realizing their weapons were stowed away the past day. Instead, he reaches over to Drahcir and gently shakes his shoulder. His response is a long moan.
Bamboori: *whispering* Shh! Someone's here.
Drahcir slightly lifts his head and turns around to face Bamboori. A few seconds pass, both of them frozen in place. Bamboori cocks his ears. A few faint and rapid scuttling sounds reach them.
Something's definitely moving around just outside the barn.
Quest Logbook has been updated (Main Quest #3 - SirFrog's story)
Only Bamboori/Drahcir can take an immediate action at this point.
|--4---3---2---1--|
a --- Sir Ian Dra :
b --- Nav Phi Ste :
c Blu Bam sno Sim :
d --- --- --- --- :
|-----------------|
Stats (Click to View)
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)
(no map)
It's night. (2:21 AM, Day 8)
The dark, starry sky is filled with shining stars.
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