Serpent's Skull in Eberron

Joffa can haz journal 20

July 16, 2011 10:14

Zol, the 3rd day of Barrakas
The Trek North
I am tense this morning. We will be away for several days and I’m not sure how well the castaways left behind will cope. I tell them to keep doing what they always do, day after day, until we return. Sasha and Jasc will hunt for food. Shiruu and Aerys will continue guarding and fortifying our base. And Gelik will continue being a… … .. Gelik. I can’t think of anything worse than him just now. His name alone brings forth all the ill-will and despisement that I can sustain. That aside, I pray (quietly and unnoticed) that the ancestors will watch over this group of idiots. They may be troublesome morons, but they are my troublesome morons and I should like their inevitable deaths to be at my hand and no others. They’ve really grown on me.

Pol, Kreshton, Dadak and I leave camp. Less than two hours into our trek, the first argument begins – this is going to be a long trip. The issue is the best way to walk North. I advocate staying on the trail as it is quicker than picking thru the brush. Kreshton proposes that we move into the wilds and skirt the coast. Noting that I’ve already scouted much of the nearby coast, I oppose his plan. I let the debate continue for a moment so that all sides may feel that they are being heard, and then we continue on the trail.

Fortunately for me, the trail pans out and leads us about half-way to our intended destination before petering out near a small cove. From our vantage point high on the bluffs over-looking the sea, Pol and Kreshton are able to spot multiple wrecks.

After descending the cliff face, Pol finds a spot of calm ocean water. Unsure of what unholy magic could be causing this phenomenon, I decline the opportunity to investigate. Undaunted, and buoyed by his ring of swimming, Pol jumps into the water and discovers an oyster bed. My fears allayed, I join him in harvesting a few for a quick snack.

Break time over, we follow the beach to the closest shipwreck. It’s a bust; nothing of value is discovered in this rotting hulk. With evening fast approaching, we shelter in the cove and prepare camp.

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