RPG Pandora's Box

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]OOC: I'll get around to it. And when was the last time I ever decided I'd pay attention to a hint?

[I]After walking a while, Zaltazar poses a question.[/I]

Zaltazar: We are killing some warlock right?

Rogan: Yes.

Zaltazar: The location of this warlock is?

Rogan: Somewhere to the east.

Zaltazar: As I thought. Why are we going north?

Rogan: Not sure.

[I]Zaltazar swears under his breath and changes direction, walking off. After about two hours, Zaltazar decides that it would be convenient if he bothered to check a) if the others had followed him, and b) if there was any shelter around that did not involve caves with rockworms and nagas in them. Thankfully, the answer to both questions was yes. Still not bothering to speak or explain himself, Zaltazar sets up a tent, walks inside and goes to sleep. The others stop and look at it for a while, considering it was only twilight.[/I]

Zaltazar: Do as you will, I'm getting some sleep.

[I]The others set up their respective shelters, and are undisturbed until about midnight. They all awake, seemingly for no reason. Each has the feeling that something was about to happen. A strange snuffling sound echoed around the silent campsite, not even the sound of drawn breath interrupting the otherwise still night. Abruptly, the snuffling stops, and the world bursts into flame around them. Stumbling out, they find several trolls running off into the night, the stand of trees they camped in blazing around them, a deadly conflagration. Coughing, they run out of the trees, stopping only to grab packs and weapons.[/I]

Zaltazar: This is starting to get on my nerves. I'm gonna kill the bastard.

Alastuin: Just don't walk off this time.

Zaltazar: Oh alright.[/font][/color]

[Guest cloricus]

OOC: Well I'm bored and this is some thing to do, I haven't read up the page so I dont remember much about it!

IC:
Rogan: Are we going to the east now....?

Enron: I think....? Theres no sun up yet so I don't know...

[Ravenstorture]

[color=darkgreen][font=gothic]Alastuin: I'm still tired, and there is little to no point of walking anywhere before the sun is up.

Rogan: Well, actually...

Alastuin: Shut up. It's too bloody cold to be arguing at this hour of the morning.

[i]Alastuin climbs back into, not hers, but Zaltazar's tent without a word and falls asleep. Zaltazar frowns at the tent for a while, but nobody was looking so he climbed in after her and fell asleep also. The others retured to their (own) respective beds.[/i][/font][/color]

[Guest cloricus]

Enron mumbles: Again love thrives in the most outrages times.

[I]Enron walks over to his tent and lies down, falling in to a lite sleep.[/I]

[Ravenstorture]

[color=darkgreen][font=gothic]OOC: This isn't really going anywhere, so I'm going to break some of my rules.

[i]The party awakes and, after a quick breakfast, set of due east. By the evening they are in sight of the Tower of the Warlock They Are Off To Fight, Isn't That Just Peachy. They make camp in sight of it but well shrouded from veiw. Over the camofire, they make plans for the "invasion" and discuss the strength and numbers of the Tower and it's Cronies.[/i][/font][/color]