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Logs > Gamma Logs > You Don't Stop To Rest Much

You Don't Stop To Rest Much

[Imperial Bay, Cave]
This cramped cave is little more than a crack. A few feet from the entrance is a ledge, where the ground drops away into the darkness. From below, you can hear the echoes of ocean surf. You feel fresh air, so there must be another opening down there.

Every sound, every movement reverberates through the cave interior.
The only obvious exit is out.
You climb over the ledge and stand up.

You mutter.
You feel too tired to move.
You sit down.
You rub your rune-etched crystal.
[MI: 4 + Bonus: -31 - Spell Level: 1 + d100: 57 = 29 Failure!]
Your rune-etched crystal vibrates slightly but nothing else happens.
You rub your rune-etched crystal.
[MI: 4 + Bonus: 99 - Spell Level: 1 + d100: 2 = 104 |Success!]
Your rune-etched crystal glows softly!
You focus inwardly.
Your body colors blend into the surrounding, becoming indistinct.
Round Time: 3 seconds.
The rune etched crystal shatters in a flash of light!
You blink.
Someone yawns.
You raise an eyebrow.
You hear the voice of an orc scout say, "Greetings."

> l scout
Slender and lithe, the orc scout has long, nearly hairless, arms and crooked legs that appear to be slightly bowed. His large penetrating eyes glow with an inner light and his short fangs, which are not much longer than the rest of his teeth, barely protrude from his upper lip. With skin a shade of light gray, this orc could almost pass as a human, if the situation arose.
An orc scout is holding a long knife in his right hand.
He is wearing some scuffed black leather boots, a leather sheath, some scouting leathers, and a simple backpack.

An orc scout chuckles.
An orc scout nods slowly.
An orc scout says in Orcish, "Yorcku sure donnn stop to rest mumh."
An orc scout shifts his weight.
You ask, "Been chasing me all the way up the beach?"
An orc scout nods.
An orc scout gazes upwards to the heavens.

[ Unfortunately, I lost the rest of this log, so you'll have to make due with an anticlimactic note: the orc told Jurion about the poison in the ale, instructed him to make sure as many people drank it as possible, and gave him the cure for the poison, which was hidden in a hunk of rabu meat. ]