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[abculatter_2]

Dwarmin:

(Roll: 6)

As you finish reloading your crossbow, you shout, as if it weren't already obvious, "BETWEEN THE ARMOR, HACK AND SLASH 'EM, LADS!" You then aim carefully between the plates, being careful not to hit any of the men now surrounding the murderous creature. You fire, piercing one its tendons perfectly, though to no noticeable effect. You notice that it only goes for one or two at a time, ignoring all others even as they thrust their swords right into its innards. Though it's frighteningly efficient at tearing that single target down, you have a sudden inspiration as to how this could be used to your advantage. You sling your crossbow across your back and take out your sword, weaving through the frenzy of swords surrounding the creature and climb up onto the creature's back. You make sure you have a good grip and plunge your sword into the back of its neck, to little immediate effect. You take your sword with both hands and begin pulling it through the things flesh (which is surprisingly tough) and slowly cut through its neck. The thing seems to take no notice as it continues to tear your men apart one at a time, until you finally manage to sever the things head entirely. Even with its head gone, the thing still continues to slash at the air, though your men now easily avoid its blind strikes. It takes a full ten minutes (not that you can tell) before you and your men manage to tear it apart, bit by bloody bit, and even when it is little more then a pile of disembodied limbs they still continue to trash around. You loose a cry of victory, though your men see only the horrifying sights of the fallen, good men that had not fifteen minutes ago walked among them as friends and companions, now reduced to a sickening mess of blood, gore, and fleshy ribbons.

Oh, and it's become even more impossible to see... If the day in this land was no brighter then twilight in the old world, you wonder just how dark it can get at night?

[wolfchild]

IM going to assume its turn 4 now

Find someone to spar with, and do sparing

[Ochita]

Go to the site of another camp

[abculatter_2]

Ochita: You're not yet at the camp yet. You can spend another action to transition there, or turn around and go another direction. The others probably won't follow you, however, which means that the food won't follow you either.

[Ochita]

Okay then I follow the men to the camp

[Dwarmin]

What was that thing? No living creature I would guess...at least now, we know how to kill them. If only it didn't cost so many men...

I take a headcount of how many people I have left, uninjured, ran away and those that are better mercy killed. Divide and bury the chunks of that creature so they don't like, reform or something-of course, if we find anything nice and intact, like a claw or armor plate that can be used in equipment, take those with us. I'll take the creatures skull as my trophy. Assume I always reload my crossbow when im out of combat, and do so now. I guess we can try and follow our footprints back to the camp...I can use my foresting skill here to find our tracks. IF we find our camp, make sure to walk in with weapons sheathed and a shouted prewarning, so we don't get attacked by our own men.

OOC: Also, I'm nicknaming that creature a "Bone Reaver", in case we ever run into one again, other soldiers will know what it is and how to kill it based upon our description and it's name.

[Frelock]

Start a map with a detailed drawing of the camp area.

[abculatter_2]

Ochita:

(Roll: 5)

You and the other elves on your ship make it the rest of the way to camp uneventfully. Although at first you are attacked by a handful of seemingly half-crazed men, you and their companions manage to restrain them. After these initial hostilities you continue onward, following one of the soldiers to the command tent to report for further orders. He takes one look at you and your group, then wave you away, telling others nearby to bring your food and water to the stockpile and to go ahead and make yourselves comfortable, you'll likely be here awhile. The elf you've been carrying is taken to the 'infirmary' (a bunch of dirty cloth blankets tossed onto the ground with bleeding and dying men strewn across it).


Dwarmin:

(Roll: 4)

You order the men to begin burying the creature while keeping an eye out for intact plates and claws which can be removed and used in equipment. They take the distraction from the grisly fate of the fallen and find, not to their surprise, that not a single plate nor claw had been damaged by their swords. The task of removing the plates is not hard, though it takes five men to restrain just one of the arms long enough to remove the hand and a few plates which protect the forearm. You take the skull as your own, well over twice the size of your head and snapping at you vainly.

Much to your surprise, all of the men fought courageously and you can find no footprints leading away from the battle-sight, though that didn't keep the creature from claiming ten men. You finally take a good look at the fallen. If you didn't know better, you'd say they all died from being blown up like balloons until they popped, and you feel a bit of a sickening lurch as you notice a still-intact eyeball looking up at you by your feet. You quickly turn away, put down your trophy and begin helping the other men gather what they can from the creature then bury the fleshy remains in the ground, which is done with swords in the absence of proper digging tools. When the corpse is at last de-skinned and every man is carrying their share of the spoils (including you and your skull) you search around for the footprints you left on the way here... when you suddenly realize that there are no footprints anywhere. The ground is too hard.

You think you remember the direction back to camp, though it would likely be easy to get lost in the growing darkness. You could find some place nearby (or here) to curl up under and wait for light, or follow your intuition and hope for the best.

Frelock:

(Roll: 5)

You had had the presence of mind to grab a pen and parchment from your belongings while back at your men's section of the camp, though you couldn't find any ink and your pen is out. You make to turn to the pile of miscellaneous crates not too far away when your eye catches on the fleshy sack from which the stockpile manager gave you your unidentifiable rations. You notice that it's dripping blood runny red, despite the fact that it's probably been there for at least an hour or two. An idea comes to you, though at first you find it repulsive... but then again, you doubt any of the glass vials which ink is stored in survived the shipwrecks...

You decide to first draw a map of the surrounding area and head for the highest point of the peninsula, which is rather high up. The path is treacherous and for a few stretches you are forced to walk on foot with the horse behind, but when you reach the top you find quite an amazing sight indeed. You find yourself at the top of a massive cliff stretching farther downward and father mainland then your eyes can see. You see the gaping abyss which had claimed so many of your ships, men, and horses about a thousand feet to the left, its roaring gush suddenly becoming quite prominent when you peek your head above the cliff.

After gaping at the sheer size of the feature for a minute or two, you take out your parchment and pen and turn around, taking a minute to look out over the landscape before you. You then realize that it is very dark out, barely light enough to make out the basic contours of the land, but you decide that any map is better then no map and so put your rather rusty drawing skills to use. After an hour, you have a crude but functional map of the area around the camp.

Spoiler: Ze Map (click to show/hide)

Note: Only major landmarks are drawn, the details aren't shown.

[Ochita]

Grab a torch and move to one of the shipwreks for loot

[abculatter_2]

Ochita:

(Roll: 3)

After an hour or two of searching, you find a rusty sword, a shiny but broken trinket, a slightly disintegrated book on magic theory and a circle.

[Ochita]

(A circle? Do you mean circlet?) I read the book on magical theory

[abculatter_2]

Ochita:

You look at the circle curiously and attempt to pick it up, but though you can feel an unidentifiable hardness your fingers always pass in front of it, even as you lay it on your palm. You put it in your pocket before it makes your mind explode.

You skim through the book of magical theory, though you already know everything in it (and could probably put it in better words, too). You decide it's not worth keeping and toss it back on the desk you found it on.

[Dwarmin]

(A circle? Do you mean circlet?) I read the book on magical theory

You know, the way this place is turning out, a totally random geometric shape given inexplicable form and purpose is not entirely out of the question.

Edit: Inb4 Abculatters post, but Cut off at the pass!

[Ochita]

Well move to a camp that I have not been to

[Frelock]

I take it the camp is the little tent feature in the upper left corner, with the abyss next to it?  What are those circles with two legs in the middle of the bay?