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eswareinmal2012-04-02 12:52 pm
thequestgiver) wrote in eswareinmal2012-04-02 12:52 pm
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Log: At the Thorns
Characters: All
Open? Yep
Where: At the edge of the Devouring Thorns
When: The 16th of Rebirth's Height
What: The heroes gather at the thorns to get a first hand look at the problem.
Warnings: None
There was a solemn sort of quiet at the edge of the thorns, the looming mass of twisted brush seemed to shift and creek as it was observed, sounding almost like the rocking of a boat at sea. Here and there a keen eye could catch a glimpse of what might have been a house, or an inn lingering in the harsh grasp. A sign post. A length of wooden board. Like the sea, it had swallowed it up, curling around it all and splintering it all into fragments almost unrecognizable. Now and then, there was a flit of motion. A small brown bird camouflaged by the thick branches, made visible only by it's head tilting this way, then the other, before it flew off.
Open? Yep
Where: At the edge of the Devouring Thorns
When: The 16th of Rebirth's Height
What: The heroes gather at the thorns to get a first hand look at the problem.
Warnings: None
There was a solemn sort of quiet at the edge of the thorns, the looming mass of twisted brush seemed to shift and creek as it was observed, sounding almost like the rocking of a boat at sea. Here and there a keen eye could catch a glimpse of what might have been a house, or an inn lingering in the harsh grasp. A sign post. A length of wooden board. Like the sea, it had swallowed it up, curling around it all and splintering it all into fragments almost unrecognizable. Now and then, there was a flit of motion. A small brown bird camouflaged by the thick branches, made visible only by it's head tilting this way, then the other, before it flew off.
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Olinda plucked at the hem of her top, chewing her bottom lip in thought. She'd come all the way here -- it'd be a shame to return empty handed. Unacceptable, even! How many days had passed since she was here?
"What happened when you tried to set it on fire?" she asked, watching them choose which card to lay down. She was assuming they had already tried torching the stuff.
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"Ate that too. It eats every damned thing we bring up against it. Even ate that kid mage's magic. Damned ridiculous, if you ask me."
"She didn't," quipped a soldier who looks to have been trying to nap in the corner.
"Go back to sleep, George."
"I will when you stop yacking."
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"Poison, too?" she prodded, feeling a little apprehensive of the answer. If that was a no-go, then she had no idea what to even try...
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"Just made it grow more," the other card player added in a slow drawl.
"Like you measured it..."
"Didn't 'ave to. Could tell."