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Session 11.1 - The Escape

Started by Dray, April 03, 2006, 12:46:51 PM

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Johan

Dariooq scanned the ruins, and his mind. "Broken staff, eh?" He noted superfluously. "Do you know where we are? Or where the other one went?"
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Griznuq

Scale looked about to try to get his bearings...
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Dray

"Come, let us get away from here and get some rest." Azarian submitted.

"Since the staff was the key to using the ancient gates on this island, we can no longer pass through them and direct which gate we wish to go too. So I am thinking we should go back to Scale's village and look for survivors." Azarian said with a look of disgust at the shattered staff on the ground.

"Having more allies while we search for the way home would be welcome."

Griznuq

Scale felt almost relieved to hear they'd be going back, looking for survivors. He knew his people would not back down, and maybe by coming back he could save what little honor he may still have.
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Johan

Dariooq's far-away look faded from his face. The little human seemed to make a good suggestion, although it had seemed a year since this night started, he could scarcely recall what had happened.

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Dray

After a look at the night sky, Azarian began to lead the adventurers away from the city square. Scale watched him start in the direction he was going and fell in beside him.

Erinalia, Garbha'n, and Dariooq followed. All were healed but weary, now that the blood rush incurred by this night's battle had diminished. 'If only the memories of the battle would diminish', though Erinalia. The image of the white hot oil from above cutting through the lizard woman who had been sleeping beside her in the tent was one she would not forget.

As they walked northerly, with Scale now nervously scouting a dozen paces ahead, the adventurers passed remnants of what could only be a ruined city built by giants. Enormous buildings which were devastated from some unknown ancient war stood in various states against the testiment of time and encroaching jungle.

Scale ducked, slithered and ran along the city roadways, hiding behind statues, fountains, and rubble while cautiously looking about. Each hiding spot he left the companions occupied, as they made their way slowly to the city's outer wall. An enormous structure that interupted the canopy of stars with it's massive bulk.

They were headed to a gate so huge, the Endeavor could sail through it.