"Culchein? Culchein...I heard that name before... Wait, my father once..." He half mumbled to himself.  "Oh heh sorry about that thinking out loud again."  He stood up and grabed his pack. "So you guys want to get a move on and see what we can get done today?  And since we now have a small party it should be an easier task."  He then sets down a few gold on the table.  "That should cover anything you guys got and more, so lets be off unless you need to go back inside to get your stuff. If so be quick about it becuase we have a long day a head of us."

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A life, heh who needs one, I got it all here in RPing and video games.

"Zzzzzzzzzzzzz"

Jolly Feather had drifted off back to sleep, despite the obvious importance of listening about his travelling companions.

He had been holding onto his pack in his lap and as he lets go of his grip it slides off and falls to the ground with a 'thump'.

Qesun was trying to figure out if that was a knock at him, or if the guy was refering to himself as a monster.  Oh, but the way he said they needed his help got his hackles a little fluffed.  He took a breath before speaking up.  "Glad you could join us, Mr. Culchein," He stated before getting the general concencus to get moving.  "Yea, sitting around doing nothing will get just as much done.  We want to head for the farm, then?" Qesun queried the others as he got up, moving over and nudging the sleeping JF to get him ready to follow along.

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Serrif:

Reality-(noun) illusion caused by lack of alcohol
Beer(noun) medicine used to relive people from hallucinations

Technoguild

"OK then lets get this going.  I think with this group we could pull something off.  We have a few of us who have different types of skills which could prove useful."  Erlex said as he began to lead the way through the town towards the location where everyone was heading to investigate.  Erlex began checking on all of his gear as he walked through the town.  'Cloak of displacement, check.  Circlet of blasting, check.  Boots of levitation, check.  Bag of holding, check.  Everything else I checked the day before.'  He thought to himself.  "Ok everyone you ready for what ever may happen?  We have no clue what lies ahead of us, and i bet it will be fun."  He said with a grin.

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A life, heh who needs one, I got it all here in RPing and video games.

The group sets out, watching the sun rise above the distant horizon as they follow the road toward the farm from which the villager claimed to see and hear a woman being dragged into the forest. The morning was crisp, and dew could be seen on every plant. Several miles pass quickly and uneventfully.

The group passes the farm and walks along the edge of the farmer's crop fields toward the forest. As they approach, they see a woman (Ehlonna) gathering up a tent as a small fire cooks breakfast.

The edge of the forest is foreboding, the trees are thick, allowing little of the morning light to penetrate. You can only assume that even in the mid-afternoon sunlight, it will be like night in the forest. Ehlonna has already noticed, and you all easily spot as you approach the border of the meadow and the forest and the grass grows thinner, exposing the dirt beneath, that there are signs of two or three heavy sets of boots struggling with something. Without the prior knowledge of a kidnap, you might not have guessed it, but the set of tracks mixed with the heavy sets seems to be long furrows dug by someone struggling against captors, as if a leg got free here and there and drug along the ground.

The group now approaches Ehlonna's campsite.

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Curse you stumble button!