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[Xantalos]

"Very well. Xan, what he said!"

[Comrade P.]

- Did you name the Engine Spirit after yourself while I was out there collecting rocks?

[Xantalos]

"Yes, yes I did."

[Comrade P.]

- Hm. Well then, I think I might as well go ahead and name our warbeast then. I hereby give name to this creation, and it shall be known as Land Cruiser "Dauntless". Hand me one of them bottles with booze... actually, nevermind that part.

[Toaster]

"It's a sound tradition, really.  Sure, hate to waste good booze, but it's for a good cause."

[piecewise]

I'm not familiar with that one. Start faintly humming it and see if I "feel" anything. Even if I don't, stop after a bit, just in case.

[1]
You don't know why...but you suddenly feel extremely depressed.
[3]
You wander over to the edge of the war beast platform and contemplate the drop to the concrete below.





And we're moving on it seems. Or are we? Lets see.

[3]
Well Xan is listless
[5]
But John still has some motivation to him, so he urges the warbeast onward.

The path of fallen roads leads southwest, eventually forking several times. Each time you take the path that goes more south than the other. Eventually the city gives way to countryside and the low grasses and scattered trees are replaced with tall pines. The ground becomes rocky and uneven, small canyons, mesas and hills merging together into an undulating countryside of white quarts coated in evergreen trees.  (Something like this. You wander down for a while until you see something over the hills: smoke. A thin column of black smoke is rising out of an area of forest  down in a  shallow canyon not far from here.

[Egan_BW]

Take steps without legs.

[Toaster]

"Hm.  Should we investigate?"

[Egan_BW]

"No."

[Xantalos]

"Hmm. Either a campfire or a forest fire or somesuch. Either way, worth looking at."

To the smoke! Only we can encourage forest fires!

[Comrade P.]

Indeed we steer LC Dauntless towards the smoke source.

[piecewise]

Indeed we steer LC Dauntless towards the smoke source.

"Hmm. Either a campfire or a forest fire or somesuch. Either way, worth looking at."

To the smoke! Only we can encourage forest fires!

You direct the warbeast over towards the smoke, slowly stomping your way through the trees, shattering and uprooting them as you go, leaving a torn path in your wake. The smoke is coming from a small, obviously artificial clearing; there are stumps scattered all throughout it. There are structures down there as well, temporary ones. Tents made of leather, simple but sturdy; clearly the work of people who have made, taken down and remade them a great deal. Nomads.  The fire is still burning quite well, recently fed and stoked, but there's no sign of anyone in the campsite.

[Toaster]

"Nobody home?  I guess we just go around?"

[Xantalos]

"Perhaps they're hiding from our awesome might. Should we call them out with the warbeast, I think?"

Look around at the trees and such. No one's hiding in them, are they?

Anyone who doesn't post: begin worshiping Xankarvo as a god-wizard.

[Comrade P.]

John steps on the open platform, and proclaims as loudly as it is possible without letting his voice tear up from the pain of burns all over his face.

- We are free souls roaming the wilds and we wish no harm. We will leave this place in few moments. If anyone is here, concealed from our sight, wishes to ask something of us, do so. On the count of 3, we go away.

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