Crawworth Expedition – Day 5
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Title: Crawworth Expedition - Day 5
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Tragedy struck us today.
We had no more than started out from camp when we were set upon by another band of the dark riders (this is what Enas has taken to calling the bird that was killed yesterday). Three of them struck at the same time, though it didn't seem to be a coordinated attack, just our bad luck.
Michelle could scarcely fire her bow, as one kept close to her and rushed her whenever she tried to aim. Enas began casting defensive spells on each of us, and I was washed over by magic as a Reactive Armor spell was placed on me. Dresler seemed nervous, and rushed to stay away from any of the beasts. It was all I could do to keep from running away myself…
CrawWorth and Xarot, however, were godsends. Their skills and perseverance kept the birds from seriously threatening any of us, and though we were doing what seemed like little damage to them, they were doing as little damage to us as well.
The tragedy occurred only a minute or so after the birds attacked. Xarot, with no thought for his own preservation, led the beasts towards one another, and two of them bit at each other!
Fighting over the very meal that stood before them! With a quick grace that could only come from many years of study he leapt between the two and drew the attention of the third.
With all three of them focusing their energy on him he disappeared into the brush.
"MOVE ON!!" He yelled, "I'll catch up!" CrawWorth was near exhaustion and could scarcely reply. His words disappeared into a tumult of heavy breathing. He eyed me for a moment and then turned to Michelle.
"Get us to safety!" he hissed, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
She led us on. After an hour or so of travel we stopped to wait for Xarot's return. Sadly, we have not yet heard from him. Occasionally we hear the wicked scream of the dark birds, and my skin crawls as I wonder what has happened to our brave friend.
It was almost dark when we saw the first of the lighted buildings.
Another village. We arrived as a rugged group and fell to the ground as soon as we were within what we felt to be the city's safety. Villagers came to help, offering food, water, and healing, as well as a place to stay. CrawWorth has already dozed off on a cot offered up by one of the village elders.
Michelle and Enas are talking with some of the others who are a little more eager to spread information about the warring races the other village was loathe to discuss. I have not yet heard much of the information, though the words 'Snake-man' and 'Spider-people' have come up frequently.
When CrawWorth awakens and finds out more we shall travel again….