As we walk, I keep an eye out for kobolds, and try and "herbalist" up some plants.
You do so, and find quite a bit of food!
OM NOM NOM. Now I gots some SEEDS, too! Good for chuckin' or plantin'. Multi-purpose, seeds are.
"You are not following the path you were given." Says the Crone. Her voice is the rasp of dried leather rustling through grass, of crackling flames and smoke. She gives off an aura of great power.
"Find yourself the answers in the town of Oslee, in the hands of the forsaken-and-remade. Find yourself the solution in the caverns below Drumdeeps, the smoothe hole the dwarves have made. Find yourself the key in the black tower of Arg'Bonodel, obsidian of goblin-make. And find yourself the gate back home in the island in the lake.
"But stray not from the path ye be given, lest ye call the gods themselves upon your head! Kill not the forlorn hunter, else he be your death, and let not the key from the tower enter the hands of the noble long dead.
"Beware the one that you have killed, and all her little cubs. Beware the ones that ye have spurned, for they still wish your love. And beware the pups of whom ye have befriended, for they shall be your doom."
"...And when you wake up in the morning, consider Suicide."
just fixed that up, there."Stray from the... path? Did you guys find a path? Are we supposed to be following a road somewhere? And what IS the local pantheon? Is there a god of mumbly ramblings and uncoherent finger-waggin's?"
She said Josejik's PUPS will be our doom. I think. She also said we shouldn't be going where we are going, I think. No town-building for us. *Sigh*.
( Time to start doing laps, learnin to swim stealthily. Who can be a life-guard? )