[ It's morning. And a glorious morning it is! And according to Nebby, you're almost there; she estimates half a day at most. ] [ It has not rained on you any more since you were stuck in the cave. Lucky you. The sun is just rising over the horizon, and hopefully you're all getting ready to move again. Session start! ] * Ada is, remarkably, getting ready to move again. She's grumbling irritably as she does so. Someone's not a morning person. * Sei is similarly awake, trying to become alert and failing. * Ethan is, as usual, several yards away going through katas. The katas are a bit different than normal; instead of elaborate chains of strikes, Ethan is standing still and lunging in various directions, blocking and counterstriking an invisible target at each stop. * Nebrinel looks very awake. She's been running through things that look like katas as well, giving a sideglance to Ethan every so often. * Fyril is perky and awake, kludging together a decent looking if simple breakfast while watching Nebrinel out of one eye. * Fyril finishes getting it together, and goes over to Ada with a smile and a plate. "Here you go. Got the rest of that cheese in there. Should be good." He grins. * Ethan finishes up his katas, dumps some water over his head, and heads back to the rest of the group. * Ada takes the plate and eyes the cheese. "Why is it green, Fyril?" she asks curiously. * Fyril shrugs. "That's the color that cheese comes in when it's fresh. You can tell it's still good 'cause it's not black yet." * Nebrinel continues slicing through air with Plague Bringer in one hand, and a fake sword in the other. Whoosh, whoosh-whoosh, whoosh. * Ethan somehow manages to put on his armor while tearing into his breakfast. *munchmunchmunch* * Sei eats quietly, staring off into the distance. * Ada nods. "Okay. Thank you, Fyril." * Fyril nods, and goes back over to where he was cooking. He puts together a plate for Nebrinel, sets it aside, then takes some for himself. * Ada starts eating her meal, glancing over at Nebrinel's pack every once in a while. * Ethan finishes getting his armor on, and lays down on the ground next to his glaive, one hand behind his head and the other holding a muffin. * Nebrinel continues whoosh-whooshing for a little bit, then stops, letting the fake weapon dissipate, and putting Plague Bringer back on her belt. * Fyril eats, watching Nebrinel as he does. His eyes widen slightly when the other sword goes away. He reaches over and holds up her plate. * Nebrinel looks off into the distance for a second, then refocuses her eyes on the group, and sees the food. "Oh! Thank you, Fyril." She grabs the plate, and starts eating. * Ethan finishes his muffin, and rests his other hand behind his head, staring at the sky and whistling a jaunty tune. * Ada finishes her breakfast and waves a hand over the plate, cleaning it instantly. She stands and sets it with the other clean dishware. * Sei finishes his breakfast, and places his plate on the stack as well. "Thanks, Fyril...that was excellent." * Fyril nods happily. "Thanks. Wasn't all that much to work with. It'll be good to get new supplies." His eyes sparkle. "Bet I can make something really good tomorrow." * Nebrinel chuckles, and cleans her plate as well. "Your passion for cooking is still amazing." * Fyril starts putting stuff away. "You grow to like the things you're good at." He looks up and beams at her. "And I'm good." (*hums tunelessly*) * Nebrinel smiles faintly, and stretches, running a gathered ball of water over herself quickly. "Only a little farther." * Ethan kiups (sp?) to his feet, and starts gathering up his stuff. * Sei stretches, and picks up his bag. * Ada gathers her things and stretches. "Good to hear." * Fyril finishes stowing stuff, and gets up. "Yeah." He picks up his satchel. [The sun continues rising, as it is wont to do. ] * Nebrinel tosses the ball of water aside, making a spash, and picks up her pack of stuff. * Fyril nods and moves out towards the road again. "So... let's go?" I'm all set. * Ada nods and starts off. * Ethan follows, twirling his glaive as is his wont. * Sei follows. * Fyril walks quickly. He seems excited today. * Nebrinel walks on as well. * Fyril changes his pace so he's walking next to Nebrinel. "So what will this place be like?" * Nebrinel says, "It will be undeground, probably hundreds of years old... if not thousands. Faydra's been vague on when she was trapped, and Friyas was no better." * Ada scowls a bit, but keeps walking. * Fyril slows a bit. "So there won't be new supplies?" Should we be expecting some sort of hideous guardian creature or the like? * Nebrinel says, "Not really, no, Fyril. The nearest village is a bit north of it, we can probably resupply there. And Ethan, there may be a guardian, if it's working at all." * Ethan blinks. "Working?" * Nebrinel waves her hand, "She says that since she's imprisoned, it should be inert." * Fyril pouts, but keeps walking along. [ Slightly ahead of you now is a ridge. ] Should be. I love that phrase. Oh, dear. It is very little comfort, yes. * Ethan twirls his glaive a bit faster. "So magical intellgence gathering is about as acurate as mundane methods. That's good to know, at least." * Nebrinel smirks, and says, "Intelligence is as good as the time it's been since you knew it, and the certainty of your knowledge." I usually just go with "Millitary intelligence isn't." You reach the ridge! Below you stretches a wide valley with a small river running through it. Directly ahead of you, the valley is filled with the remains of a city of the ancient variety. Hmm, impressive. * Ada peers down. "Very much so." Tragically, there isn't a big sign reading "Enter Here to Faydra's Keep". * Ethan nods thoughtfully. "Time: the ultimate siege engine." You could say that. How long has Faydra been imprisoned? * Fyril looks down at the remains, and cocks his head. "Not really much to it now, is there?" * Nebrinel shrugs. "Well, you could probably guess by the age of the ruins, but that's not my area of expertise." She continues walking. [ Session End, yo. ]