Where to next?

[DM Bob]

Chat shakes her head no.

"We go to my land first, rest and then travel to the ruins tomorrow. Something doesn't seem right, too much time has passed for it to be this late here."

She opens the gate without any reply needed and motions for the rest of you to follow.

[Attilius]

The giant looks at the writhing worms hesitantly but follows the kreen through her portal.

[Skrye [AC3; 48/48HP]]

- Skrye follow the others - "The longer we take them to Amman, the higher the chance these creatures will require to be fed too" - looking at Chat'cho - "I don't know how long it passed by, but in need I can cast Nap without having to wait any longer"

[DM Bob]

The kreen, still young and full of rebellious action, doesn't seem to want to listen.

"I want to think. I want to hunt tomorrow. Then we can leave. The little shits," She points to the worms. "Should be fine until tomorrow. We visit the Tower during the day too. No sense letting the dead feel any more comfortable."

You are in the heart of her grove.

"The Clutch hunts just north of here. Rest."

[Attilius]

Attilius removes his gear/armor and begins cleaning it from all his stink, sweat, blood and grime.

[Skrye [AC3; 48/48HP]]

- In a calm tone - "None is stopping you for thinking, but you have to listen sometimes too, and not just running your please as a pebble down a hill.." - making a pause - "I want many things, surely the others too, you don't want to remain here, and that's something I agree with, but I just hope the worms don't create a disruption until tomorrow if these are hungry, as we can still deliver them and return to your clutch to check the location out and also hunt tomorrow morning.

The sooner we deliver them, the earlier we can move on, because if these run away or perish, I know who won't be happy about it..
By the way, it's not an I but a We, if you don't mind" - looking at her

[DM Bob]

"No. I don't think *you* understand it. I'm on my second life... and after we finish with Aman, I'm done running around the Tablelands playing hero." The druidess walks away into the evening leaving you to rest.

The Son of Kri-kcht shrugs, waits a ten count and then follows.

[Attilius]

"Sounds like she's done risking her life and wants kids. Can't blame her. The thirst for adventuring sometimes runs dry..."

[Skrye [AC3; 48/48HP]]

- "Interesting, she is young and then she wants to stop. I may understand her reasons but, isn't she a bit young for that?" - asking a bit puzzled to Attilius

[AthasianLaborer]

"Well, looks like we're camping here.  Shall we set up the tent, Nap and then get down to studying this most majestic abode?  I'd much appreciate some healing also" 

'Muiko will help set things up and then retire to 'his spot' in the tent.

[Attilius]

Mar 16, 2024 8:45:05 GMT -12 Skrye [AC3; 48/48HP] said:

- "Interesting, she is young and then she wants to stop. I may understand her reasons but, isn't she a bit young for that?" - asking a bit puzzled to Attilius

"Young in body but old and wiser in the mind..." he points to his right temple

[Skrye [AC3; 48/48HP]]

- The Tari shrugs her elbows after Attilius talks - "If you say so" - looking then at Muiko - "I can help you setting it up, it's all good, but first let me tend your wounds" - mumbling words in an ancient language as she applies her hands upon him, repeating the same mantra at a lower degree of intensity once more

[OOC: Healed by 12 HPs = 7 (Cure Serious Wounds) + 5 (Cure Light Wounds)

SPELLS: 1stLvl(3/5), 2ndLvl(5/5), 3rdLvl(4/4), 4thLvl(2/3)]

[Quila Oris (John M.)]

Feeling first very stuffy, sticky and grimey on the Eternal Hearth and then suddenly very cold indeed in the ruins near the Caller's presence, Quila is rejuvenated from the comparative richness and familiarity of the lands of Chat'cho.

She seeks out it's central spring and takes the time to clean herself, her clothes which she lets dry, and her Black Lances armor.

[Niachi]

Niachi ungloves his shadowed hand and arm to note any changes in his delightfully advancing metamorphosis, currently up to his pectoral region.

This coppery taint to his skin is vile and he wants his former gaunt pallor back NOW. He sulks a bit, but as the druid and her clutchmate make their exit:

[Kreen: We hunted strong together! Many kills! Go and be fecund!"]

He asks Kaw-Rawk to continue the usual scouting from low altitude and then helps set up the tent, requesting a Nap to recharge.
After all that, he waits until 'Miuko has rested/Napped:

" The tent is tempting but we do need to share spellbooks as we mentioned as a priority.  You need offense and I need more toolbox. More mischief awaits in Aman's Subterranean Playhouse. 

And I need to strategize how I apply Orb of Power to my arsenal."

If nothing is killing us after all that,  he will sit in the darkest corner of the tent and sharpen his 2-hand sword with a fervent devotion, muttering and prostrating to unseen powers as he prepares his dwur-crafted weapon to accept his Sorcery.

[DM Bob]

The tent is pitched... although slightly away from the vegetation to risk pissing off Chat'cho any further.

Those that wish to sleep there or investigate further, go for it.