Turn 59 - The Warren of KezilamPhiali, his clever water retention plan having failed due to circumstances beyond his knowledge, goes and looks for a natural bucket alternative. Where the works of man have failed, Mother Nature will provide! That is, unless it, too, hates his internal components for some heretofore undiscovered sin.
Rather unfortunately, it doesn't look like gourds are naturally occurring around these parts. At least not that he can see. Maybe there's some kind of camouflaged gourd that's impossible to see or something, but still, it's likely that there aren't any around. And neither is there anything else immediately obviously hollow he could harvest easily and utilize to his own ends.
Well, could be worse - Mother Nature could be actively seeking his death rather than just be completely unhelpful at the present time.
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Shashari, a quest handily obtained from the heathen, goes back to the river and takes a good, hard look at it. If she's going to have to swim this, she really should make sure there aren't crocodiles in it. Or worse, hippos. That would certainly ruin her day. Anyway!
Well, it's certainly a river, she'd say. It flows and it's full of water. It isn't too wide, she'd say, about ten meters across at this point. While this is certainly wider than at the bridge that's out, it still isn't too wide.
"Hey, that doesn't look too bad. Still, there's probably more to it than that - if it was easy, why would that guy say it was some kind of heroic thing to do this?"* * * * *
Elizas, seeing how the owner's not really around to be spoken to, at least as far as he can see, goes up to a guard.
"Greetings! I am a musical prodigy from an exotic land, and would like to offer the patrons and employees a night of fine quality guitar playing in exchange for a reasonable commission," he says to him, hoping that these guards aren't complete philistines for once.
The guard sizes him up for a moment.
"Are you any good? Play a tune or two. We get wannabes here all the time. It's gotten tiresome, to be honest. If you're good enough, we'll tell the owner about you. Sound agreeable?"* * * * *
Lars, hearing everything go quiet, tries to inspire the masses once more!
"Children of the One True God! You have done very well, but the test is not yet over! We must scour every corner to destroy every last trace of this Kezilamite stench from Kilnipom! Keep searching, and keep your fire at hand!"And the masses begin searching, heading down several different passages to look for the foolish heretics. Lars and his three companions take the way the priest ran off, hoping to find him before he causes any trouble.
However, it's a veritable maze of passages, many of them seemingly leading in circles. Lars manages to not get lost, fortunately enough, though it's also clear that wiping out the rest of the Kezilamites will be more difficult than he imagined. In many ways it's like a rat warren, though in this case the rats are far more heavily armed than usual.
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Gronok, having received important details on his location and other things, remains positive despite his head injury.
"Well, that's good. Now, let's get to it, shall we?"He gets up from the snug pile of hay he has been laying in for quite a while and is overcome by a wave of nausea and dizziness that forces him back to the pile.
Okay, so maybe he's not quite as well as he'd like. Looking around the room, Gronok becomes rather convinced of the fact that this is a stable. Probably because of the fact that there's a lot of horses in here. And the smell is rather unmistakable. It's pretty spacious, Gronok has to say, and the atmosphere, though it smells strongly of horse, not entirely unpleasant.
"Need anything? Food, drink, people to talk to? I could find something. Or somebody, if you want."Phiali: 1 MP
Shashari: 5 MP
Elizas: 3 MP
Lars: 4 MP
Gronok: 0 MP
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