Leaving Cromlin for the ruins of Giustenal

[DM Bob]

Enemy's Slumber, 7th of Fortuary, Mid Morning

Current Location: Cromlin - a den of silt traders & pirates, west of the fabled ruins of Giustenal and directly upon the coast of the Sea of Silt

The rest of the evening is relatively uneventful as you camp with the dwarves and you feel that respect will be had if and when you return to this silt pirate's haven.

The camp with the dwur is run by a half dozen mixed slaves, a pair of human guards and you. Three small wagons - think wild west covered wagons sized, are drawn by a pair of kanks each. They have unloaded their wares as others add to the carts. Waterskins, sails, pouches, cloaks, unaffixed weapons, anything tar could be used for is loaded and secured for finishing by the rest of the brother's crew.

The silt is still restless today, the wind savage, sharp and hot. It does not take long to load and it comes time to leave, just shy of noon.

Three large poles sit next to each wagon driver, with covered... baskets on hooks above them. Interesting.

Chat'cho feels the urge to move forward quickly, perhaps the geas is tugging her towards completion of her promise.

[Attilius]

The giant will walk on the port side of the caravan. Silt mask on under his helm and tower shield on his left arm.

[AthasianLaborer]

'Muiko will stay between Attilius and the caravan, close enough to use Attilius as cover if need be.  He keeps his face wrapped and alert for dangers.

[Attilius]

"Durex, what are the poles and covered buckets used for?"

[Niachi]

Niachi takes position at the rear with the xerichou close within sight. He told the the caravan crew about his scout.

[Deleted]

Chat'cho seems most interested in standing on top of the largest of the caravan's wagons, so as to cast spells in the most effective manner. She nervously hops from one foot to another.

"I do not haxhe long."

[DM Bob]

The tar stained dwarf laughs under an equally stained silt rag as you travel.

"You ain't from Nibenay are ya? Personally, me brother an' me are from Raam. Those be Nibenese glow worms."

His brother driving the wagon shakes his head.

"Leeches. They're leeches."

"Fuck you, Hal."

"Git bent, Dur. Mom always said I was the smarter o' tha two of us."

"But I was her favorite, elf-peen."

This devolves into a solid ten minutes of heated bickering and interesting swear exchanges, a crude poetic joust... yet somehow exquisite in it's own vulgar right.

The trail leading out of the trade town is rough. Reddish ground pokes through the earth where the wind has scoured away silt, revealing large flakes of even darker stone... perhaps metamorphic in nature. Odd, as there is no apparent volcano or cone to be seen.

[Attilius]

Once the verbal sparring dies down "What do you use those leeches for? And why up so high on the poles?"

[DM Bob]

"Worms. They shed light at night."

"Leeches. Enuff ta travel buy."

"Ferk ding blast WORMS!"

"LEE-CHES. El, Ee, Ee, See, Aicht, Ee, Es, LEECHES, Dur. Feckers live on water & blood."

"A worm is a worm is a worm, dipthong!"

"Sometimes I think you were adopted."

"You take that back!"

"MY momma din't raise no fool, you must be 'dopted."

[Attilius]

The giant simply nods his understanding and scans their surroundings as they move forward

[AthasianLaborer]

'Muiko will quickly (and surreptitiously) scribble down any insults or comebacks he finds amusing or clever.

The brothers are getting sketched and as committed to memory as possible.  They're 100% going into the Spectral Force folio under 'diversionary efforts'

Artistic Ability rolled a 14 needing under a 13 [Failed.  Womp, womp.]

[Quila Oris (John M.)]

Quila is working under the effects of both an Iron Vigil and Unfailing Endurance making her easily keep up with the pace of the transport.

She will climb upon a seat next to one of the brothers once the bickering has died down a bit, and prompts him, "So you still owe me a bit of an elaboration on The Caller."

[DM Bob]

"Owe?"

Much laughter.

"Yeh made us ferget our bickerin' for a bit. Sure we'll ela-bor-ate."

The other brother replies.

"The Caller is like a mental leech..."

"Feck you, Hal."

"Well, it ain't a worm."

"Fair 'nuff."

"Like it causes those who use the mental arts to go bonkers and run towards the ruins and then die and shit."

"Aptly put."

"So there ya go."

[Attilius]

The giant can't help but to laugh loudly

[Niachi]

Niachi joins the laughter, and follows with:

"So what's in them ruins? How do they die?"