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Silveressa listened as Mystic reported his findings, nodding thoughtfully and quickly placing the unused pieces of candle back in her backpack, time enough for a fire later after the drizzle ended.

"I butchered my first deer when I was eleven, basically you prepare it like you would choice cut beef, preferably served in the medium to rare side of things for best flavor." She smiled at the news, privately puzzled how Lucky managed to clean the kill without hands, but realizing the answer mattered less than the sustenance fresh food provided. "I'll need a tree branch or rafter to hang it from so it can drain for a short while, then a another few hours to prepare it into cuts, then several more and plenty of salt if we want to cure any of it for the road."

"Moving closer to the castle could be a risk, assuming the local humanoid oddity doesn't take affront to our occupation of the township anyway, but it beats freezing to death in the wild." She stood and slung Lucky's saddle bags over her shoulder, "At the very least an abandoned town will give us shelter, and the figure you saw may have been a statue of some sort?" She shrugged, "I say we check out the town and proceed from what we find, unless anyone has a better suggestion?"

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"I'll move in front for a bit - I'm supposed to be pretty quiet and I was pretty good at sneaking in NERO. Not dark enough for my taste, but its so quiet I should be able to hear anything - especially if you g-folks keep it down. Lucky? Could use your nose too .."

Being as stealthy as he could manage, Valadaar scouted ahead, ready to bolt if need be..

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"A statue? I dunno. I mean, that's way more plausible than what I thought I saw, but... I dunno. You think it coulda been?"

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"I'm getting a baad feeling about this.. " Valadaar said, suddenly really hesitant.

"Did it perchance, look like a ghost?"

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"It was big, really big. But it's pretty far away, so I couldn't tell much."

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Lucky bounded into the camp eagerly, depositing the carcass at Silveressa's feet with a bark of jubilation, hiskeen hearing have over heard the details from Mystic's aboreal scouting expedition on her way to camp. "I will have your back back Val," She assured him with a wag of the tail, eyeing the carcass with hesitation, "What about this? Want me to carry it and leave it with you while we sneak into the town?" He directed the question at Silveressa, feeling both a personal, and instinctual connection to him that was at once both unsettling and reassuring.

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Val skulked and creeped, which looked a bit unusual considering it wasn't dark and very few trees were in the direction of the village.

It wasn't that short a creep either. The village was farther than it had looked to Myst from the tree. Soggy, rock-strewn grassland made for slow going in the rain.

The group followed slowly some ways behind Val and Lucky...

Echo was contemplating death and undeath.

They approached quietly. Lucky's nose was suddenly inundated with a thick scent of rotten meat and something else, something putrid and cloying. And blood of the fresh variety. They entered the thorp soaking wet, moments later, but saw no people.

A few of the houses did have grayish wisps of smoke rising from the chimneys, but it was hard to tell in the rain whether a fire was on inside or had been put out recently. They sloshed along the muddy thoroughfare, the drizzle picking up.

At least they could get out of the rain now. No one around however. Not a soul. Perhaps the village folk were avoiding the weather. That would make sense. Perhaps hiding from the giant dire-wolf strolling along their promenade. That would make sense too.

Besides the dozen or so pitch cottages, there was a public longhouse of wooden beams, and what looked like a watch-tower on stilts, standing approximately forty feet high.

Sermulis squiggled inside Dozus' robes, "Master, your spells, don't forget to---" Indeed it was late afternoon now, and memorizing spells would soon be on tap again for Dozus. Being a 1st level magic-user sucked.

The elves in the group could suddenly detect an unpleasant aroma even in the rain. Strong, pungent, gamy, iron-y...

Lucky had been plagued with the stench the entire time. It seemed to be coming mainly from the Longhouse.

The rain picked up again.

They heard a strange noise just then, also coming from the longhouse. It sounded like a wooden beam cracking in half, and then a garish sucking sound.

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Lucky growled at the sudden explosion of sound, crouching down partially and preparing to quickly retreat should the foes prove especially dangerous seeming, padding into a near by alley where he kept a careful eye on the surroundings, waiting for Val to join him so he could fill him in on what his keen animal sensed gleaned from the rotting township.

"We were better off in the forest, this place reeks of sickness and death, to stay here is to invite the reaper." She growled softly.

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Tusserk lays the deer carcass on his cloak as the sound echoes through the town and loosened the spear from the straps used to carry the deer.

“Oh joy, murder, death, kill seems to be the name of the game in this world. What I would not do for a boom stick. Why could we not be in a nice desert? I miss Iraq already, at least I was warm.”

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"This is all so different from what I expected" Echo mused, but it was not obvious what the medic had expected in the first place.
The town was wrong - in a game, it would be an obvious plot hook, less so in reality.
"Also, something's breaking bones and sucking the marrow in the long house."
There was something beautiful about the dreamy, distanced girlish voice he now possessed - something that allowed one to state such horrid things matter-of-factually, as one might comment on the rain outside.

"Also, I'll have my piece of deer well done when we get to it - I don't want any trichinella or toxoplasma, especially considering that this body might last quite some time if I take good care of it."

Since the agnostic phase in his youth, Echo had gone through about half a year of ardent belief, followed by yet more uncertainty, and subsequently had become a moderated believe in the One God of the judo-christian mythos. Wreathed in silence as ever, the One did not comment of the situation - but something had allowed Echo to send the dead men running for cover, something had allowed him to command a man to experience death with one word.
Cautiously, he asked: "Lady Morena? You know mine soul is not that of Liantirie, yet you have lent me strength. You know the ways of the beyond - would you give me a sign?"

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"I'm not really liking our potential roommate" Valadaar whispered. "I say get the Fuh-uh-uh-ck out of here" he added, chattering.

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"If it's a predator and has recently eaten it should be content to stay in its new lair and sleep off the meal, I think we would be safe taking one of the houses on the outskirts, if it attacks we can defends from inside the structure more readily or retreat out a back door or window." He suggested, looking at his friend with concern, "If everyone doesn't get out of the elements soon we won't have to worry about monsters killing us."

He took a couple steps closer to Val and lowered his head, "Here climb on, I can carry you back to the group quicker and then we can pick out a cottage on the outskirts."

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Cautiously, he asked: "Lady Morena? You know mine soul is not that of Liantirie, yet you have lent me strength. You know the ways of the beyond - would you give me a sign?"

And a sign came to the priestess at that exact moment. Maybe?

The rain ceased suddenly. And a cloud in the shape of a death's head passed overhead. And yet another sickening noise came from inside the Longhouse, portending pain...and death.

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"Good enough for me, this sign! I'm joining Valadaar in the let's not die now group." Liantirie headed out of the village again.

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Silveressa nodded in agreement, the sudden appearance of the deaths head in the clouds enough of an omen for her. "The stone structures sound like our best bet, they'll keep off the rain enough for me to get a fire going and if something comes hunting it will take it longer to pound through stone then wood." She gave a nod and quickly rose to her feet, "Let's move, before we all freeze to death."

"As far at trichinosis is concerned, the parasite lives in muscle in its adult form, so it is primarily a disease of carnivores and omnivores, deer are not a known host." She shrugged, "If you were going to be paranoid, I'd be more worried about mad cow disease, it's been known to infect deer, on earth anyways, and being prion based it isn't affected by cooking, not matter how well done."

She reached into her hip pouch and removed another strip of salted pork, at least the salty meat helped toke her mind off the cold weather. "This is fantasy land though, given I've never seen either illness mentioned in the game books I doubt they exist here, besides, a potion or blessing of cure disease is the easy cure for ailments in magical games so I wouldn't get your panties in a twist, assuming you're wearing any that is." She gave Echo an amused grin and shouldered her pack, gesturing towards the ruins Mystic had described.

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"Given that I have some lacy decor even accompanying my armor, the odds are high that lacy panties is what I am wearing. There's two spare pairs in my backpack at least." Echo explained, nonplussed.
"And you can get rid of prions through boiling at 121 C and three atmospheres. I'd know, did some prion work myself."
"And you get trichinella from beef or wild hog easily enough."
"And why are you still laughing since I said 'panties'?"

He certainly wasn't used to pervy glances, even less so from women.
Ah, a pleasant warmth crept across the freckly face.
"I am... ever so delighted that this face can do other colors than white."

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Mystic had been quiet most of the trek and while wandering the village. He ignored most talk of food and direction and just kind of followed along in a daze, his mouth agape at the strange surroundings and out-of-place architecture.

When the strange sounds began issuing forth, he began to shake a little and reached for the comforting length of his halberd.

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Grabbing the deer and slinging it over the spear once again, Tusserk headed out with the rest of the group. “We either eat soon or I am heading towards the dreaded sounds of feasting, trademarked, and biting out its throat with my own teeth.” Tusserk fell silent as his belly grumbled slightly.

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Lucky bowed his head in submission to Silveressa's decision to relocate, part of him curious what was suckling marrow from bones, a more primal part of him more curious if the marrow was especially tasty and whether the occupant would be willing to share its meal. With a backwards glance and combination of growl and while he followed the group, hoping soon he could lay down and rest, this much running around was beginning to take its toll.

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By the time they reached the solemn stone dolmens scattered not far from the river, it was late in the afternoon.

Whatever horrible creature had made a residence of the thorps longhouse they had just left, they wouldn't find out. Or would they?

The megaliths sticking up from the flat ground were covered in lichen, yet etched runes could be seen along their contours. It was no longer raining, but blast the weather, a cold wind picked up to usher in the evening.

Sil, Echo, and Dozus quickly ascertained that they could actually read the stone script, as it was written in the elvish tongue, though an archaic one.

The stones told vague tales. Most of the runes translated as simply being markers, denoting the territory of the elves of eons past. Others, spoke of great elven heroes and tombs and ancient gods. Echo even spotted a few passages mentioning Morena, goddess of magic and death. Though somewhat esoteric, one of the stones mentioned something about the Four Ways and One, a literal and figurative journey to Morena's physical Domain. It was impossible to make any sense of any clear message or instructions however. These stones had no doubt stood here for millennia.

Graffiti also covered the stones. Scrawls like, "Gormus was here" or "Sulpin loves Dessel" marred the elven runes.

Tusserk meanwhile busied himself with the deer.

MysticMoon gathered what little kindling could be found in these queer flatlands.

Val kept to himself keeping a keen eye in all directions.

Dozus stuck his nose back in his spell book, Sermulis chittering beside him.

They had finally managed to start a fire despite the moist earth and general dampness...

They were exhausted, mentally and physically, hungry again, and--well, not as cold with the fire.

Lucky naturally spotted it first...

From the direction of the apparently abandoned and monster-haunted thorp, came a running and stumbling woman dressed in drab robes and cradling a bundle, what looked like a small child, in her arms.

Tripping occasionally on the treacherous rocks of the plain, she kept coming toward the fire. Finally she paused, breathing heavily, and stared wide-eyed at the massive wolf fifty yards away.

"Succor! I beseech thee!" She yelled past the dire-wolf to the group. "I carry a babe! No men from Coldmoat came, no one! I don't know how many are left! The thing massacred us!"

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Lucky growled loudly raising to his full height and placing himself between the party and new comer scanning the path behind them for any unwanted followers, further sniffing cautiously for any scent of death or the tang of poison upon a blade, the swell of instinctual protection within him threatening to overwhelm the human consciousness of Carly. he paused the Carly's conscious mind reasserted its dominion, lowering the intensity of the growl but keeping a wary eye on the new comers.

"She may be what she claims, or something less innocent under a cloak of illusion." He spoke softly, trusting his senses would alert him to subterfuge were any present.

To spot anyone shadowing the new arrival Minion: Lady_Wolf rolls 1d20 and gets 2. +/- any GM modifiers = ?
to scent the new arrival for the taint of undeath or poison Minion: Lady_Wolf rolls 1d20 and gets 14. +/- any GM modifiers = ?

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First roll successful. No followers. Second roll unnecessary, you sense that she is not undead. No scent of poison.

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Mystic ran up to the woman and awkwardly put his hand on her shoulder, before pulling it back in uncertainty.

"Hey, um... are you ok? What's, uh, going on? Is your baby ok?"

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" I uhh--what did you say?" then, "No, I am uhh--not oh-kay, this child is not oh-kay. I don't know who that is, I am Leyna, this child's name is Darisae. I am from the crofter's village. I saw you come and leave again. We were hiding from the troll."

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"I mean, were you or your baby hurt or, uh, injured in any way? Did that... thing... follow you? Are there any other, uh, people?

"Oh, and I'm, um, Mystic, bytheway."

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Silveressa glanced up in surprise, Lucky's sudden interjection between her and the new arrival both a reassurance and a nuisance. She gently placed a hand on his head and pushed him to the side, stepping closer and giving a woman her warmest smile, keeping her voice calm and reassuring as she spoke. "You are welcome to share our fire, and evening meal if it pleases you, rest easy for you are in safe company and no harm shall befall you while within our camp."

She gave Lucky a affectionate scratch behind the ears and hoped her greeting would help sooth the frightened woman, seeing no reason to confuse her with talk of being anything other than the escort company their characters had always been. As the woman drew closer Silveressa discreetly gave her, and her child a closer inspection, searching for obvious signs of hypothermia or other life threatening ailments.

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Echo briefly observed Sil in her assessment, but could not find a flaw in her judgment. Medieval people were hardier than their civilized descendants, it seemed - the woman was well.
"Come on in" came Laintirie's nod, "and tell us of what came to pass. A troll, you say? And what of Coldmoat? Is that the local lord's hold?"
"Gentlemen, we just have Coldmist on our map, by the way."
"What else can you tell us of the lay of the land?"

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Perking up at the mention of a troll, Tusserk looks around the group. "Anyone happen to have a few vials of acid? What about our wizard?" Casting his eyes around, Tusserk desperately wished the deer had not been cleaned so they could have used the stomach acid.

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"Any parts of the troll that are not destroyed will re-grow. A few vials will not do - it's not like acid eats away at the troll endlessly. Basic chemistry. Our best bet is setting the house it is in on fire, or lure it into a hole with sufficient kindling. Very easy in this damp wood."

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Silveressa looked thoughtful for a moment at Tusserks question, "Not handy, but the deers brain should be plenty acidic enough, earths Native Americans used the deers brain for the acid when tanning deer hides, but we'd need some kind of container it wouldn't eat through while we render it down, anyone have any empty potion bottles?"

She gave Lucky a cautious look, "Careful in a fight not to swallow any of the troll, I've read once an account of a wolf pack that took down a troll and feasted, only to have new trolls rip out of their bellies hours later; granted it was in the Icewind Dale trilogy if memory serves, but no since taking any risks." She shrugged and sat back down next to the fire. "If I recall right Trolls are naturally flammable as well, we could rig up some fire arrows using whatever residue is left in my oil flask and some of the fat from the deer, the pit sounds like a good idea but unless someone packed a shovel it's going be pretty hard to dig one in any practical amount of time."

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"I agree with Echo - you need near as much strong acid as troll. That's not going to work. We have to burn him to have a chance. I think we won't be able to kill it without losing a lot of us. Each attack can kill one of us. And they get 3 attacks per round. And 6Hd. And 19 Strength. And a Thaco better than us. Our best bet and hers is to get the hell out of here."

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"Thank you, val. This makes it clear. Also, my Lady is strictly opposed to suicides - messes up the scheduling of postmortem punishments and rewards. So, let's not suicide our humble band against this terrible beast, and instead take this charming lady and her wee babe, in whom I sense a..." Liantirie reached out, and touched the kid's forehead, "... a bright future, to a warm and secure place, preferably a fort. There, we could rest, and inquire about the lay of the land, and tasks more suited to our skill set."

This said, Echo considered further discussion superfluous, and signified this by focusing his attention elsewhere, specifically the stone circle. What was its purpose, was there magic, and any possible benefit or threat?

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"You're making an assumption this place follows the same rules as the game setting to a fault," Lucky said gazing at the deer with longing before refocusing on his friends, "By the game you Echo, have 2 hit points, that to me would make you sickly, dying, somehow infirm, like Raistlin in Dragonlance, but you seem to be in perfect health. If you only have two hp then a little jab in the arm with a sharp stick would make you go into convulsions and die, you don't seem that fragile to me." She paused to let her opinion sink in.

"I am just pointing out that we are living creatures, and we should think ourselves as such, not arbitrary collections of hit points; any one of us could be instantly killed by a lowly 1d4 dagger if it was to be driven though the back of our necks, even those of us with more than four hit points, or even eight if you count criticals. I'm not saying to fight the troll, but I am saying not to assume we are somehow stronger or weaker because of numbers on a piece of paper, and the same holds true for everyone and thing we encounter, just because there are no game rules for blood loss from every sword strike, does not mean we are immune from bleeding to death from a single sword cut across the chest if it is not treated."

He cringed slightly, suddenly self conscious at his speech and attention it drew to him, the smell of the freshly prepared deer intruding upon his thoughts relentlessly. With a growl of frustration he leaned over and grabbed a leg of the deer, carrying it a short distance away to gnaw on in peace and hopefully silence the primal hunger that gnawed inside him further worries beyond the sweet bloody meat before him quickly forgotten for the time being.

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"I am fine, the child is well. We are unhurt. It didn't find us. There may be others, aye, some fled toward the castle, some..." she left that part unsaid. Approaching the fire, she sat cross-legged beside it, and warmed the babe.

"Aye, Coldmoat.." she addressed Echo, after a quick double-take at both Echo and Sil, denoting their elvishness...

"The local Lord, aye, Lady Karkayla Rodden, widow of Lord Rodden. Coldmoat is their castle and lands. They usually send a score of rangers, whenever a troll leaves the Soulmarsh vast to raid...but no one came this time." She concluded and stared once more at the dire-wolf ripping into the deer haunch.

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"Mystic? buddy? It's me!" Mystic heard a voice in his skull everywhere and nowhere at the same time. As he stared at the fire.

The giant warrior flexed his muscles involuntarily and peered around confused...

"Dozus! Val! It's me! Professor Charles Aton! Is this working? Can you hear me? I tried communicating before, no luck...Hey, who's the guy with the spear?"

"Can't really control--no--may try----forms-- If you don't----from-----chemist------gone."

A big, fat spark exploded out of the fire, and dissipated in the air harmlessly. Baby started crying.

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Mystic jumped up and started batting at his head.

"No, no, it's not real! It's not real! There's no one! No voices!"

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"While throwing my new body away for a suicide mission does not appeal to me, running away is hardly going to get our levels raised." Poking at his abs with a slight smirk on his face, Tusserk kept his gaze towards the vilage the female had come from. "If this world does run off of the game mechanics of the game, we need to find out and fast. Eventually we will get into a situation where running will just get us cut down from behind. I would prefer to know the rules before that were to happen."

"As for watch duty, I can take the last shift. Predawn is the most natural time that an enemy will attack, unless they have night vision. Do trolls have night vision?"

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Silveressa looked up in alarm at Mystic's perplexing reaction, her voice warm and reassuring, "Easy now, easy, you're going to be just fine, take a deep breath and try to relax, the only voices you' re hearing are those of us right here." She gave the rest of the group a worried expression before starting to turn her attention back to Mystic, her concerns about his mental well being momentarily forgotten as Tusserk spoke. "I'd recommend against posting watches solo, a single sentry can be overwhelmed much easier than a pair, plus two sentries have a lower chance of falling asleep than a lone one." She looked around at her friends and sighed in exhaustion, her own desire for sleep growing with each passing hour.

She yawned and caught Lucky's gaze for a moment, gesturing to her tent meaningfully, giving him her best we need to talk, now, expression. "We can sort out details in the morning, by the sounds of it the troll has plenty to eat this night and won't come hunting for a while yet, if he shows before then I have some torches, and we can fight or flee as each of us sees fit, but if none of us get any rest we'll be in poor shape to make decisions come dawn, let alone fight."

She sighed and knelt down to crawl into her tent, giving a backwards glance at the group, "Kindly wake us when its our turn to take watch."

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(The Following took place between Jenette and me in private chat, then I posted it here after she edited it for clarity.)

Lucky growled briefly at Silveressa's look, but decided against refusing her command, gently picking up the half eaten deer leg in his jaws and carrying to the tent, before pawing it into one of his saddle bags for later.

"Anything happens in the night and we wind up separated, our attempt at a campsite earlier today would make a good rally spot," he suggested to the group before nosing his way into the tent, finding the space slightly cramped between the both of them and Silveressa's traveling pack and weapons.

Silveressa placed her pack into the far corner as Lucky filled the interior with his warmth, the light from the fire shining through the side of the tent, painting them both in a warm ruddy light. With a shake of her head she gently grasped his muzzle and brought him closer, staring into his eyes with concern. "Mystic seems to be going crazy and hearing voices, Dozus is a lost somewhere in his own head and you're acting more like an animal than the woman I love. I need to know, are you still in there Carly?" She asked, her voice low but carrying notes of worry.

Lucky flinched slightly at the urgency of her touch, relaxing as her fingers caressed his fur and he sensed not anger, but sadness and, fear? In response to her question he instinctively licked the side of her face, his pink tongue leaving a trail of warmth and wetness in its wake as his mind formulated a more human answer. "Yes, but Lucky is in here too, and loads of Dire wolf instincts, its... Muddled sometimes but I'm still me, at least enough to know whats what, and how I feel about you."

Silveressa relaxed visibly at the answer, laying her head against his flank as she felt tears welling in the corners of her eyes, his warmth and the wild musky scent at once both reassuringly familiar and a reminder she was unbelievably far from home. She grasped him firmer about the neck, wrapping her arms around him and hugging hard, not trusting her voice not to crack for several moments.

Lucky reached out to return the embrace, finding his paws unable to fold around her as he desired, instead nearly pawing her to the bed roll in his attempt, settling on resting his head in her lap and licking gently at her hand in a show of comfort, a soft whine unintentionally escaping his lips.

Silveressa pulled back after another moment of silent sobbing, shaking her head and brushing a tangle of hair from her eyes. "Sorry, I'll be fine, it's just been a hell of a day and I'm fresh out of scotch." She admitted to him with a smile, a flood of embarrassment at her emotional outburst causing a rush of crimson to her cheeks.

Lucky looked up and licked the side of her face again, giving her a wolfish grin, "Elvish girls look so pretty when they cry, no wonder they melt the hearts of adventurers." He let the smile fade a moment later, admiring her golden silver eyes before speaking again. "It's not like the fantasy novels and games is it? No fair maidens to rescue, dungeons to delve and wagons of loot to haul to town with peasants singing our praises." His ears pricked as he heard the sounds of movement in the darkness beyond, but it ended just as abruptly as it began.

Silveressa nodded at his insight, drawing her knees up to her chest and shivering slightly, "No, it's nothing like the stories, but still even as miserable as this is, it's better than earth, no pollution filling the air and soil, no bills to pay off, no doctors telling me I've-"

Lucky reached out and placed a paw over her lips, interrupting her in surprise, his voice a deeper growl as he filled the silence, "Enough of that, you said earlier we need to focus on here and now, not then and there if we're going to survive in this place, if I can hold it together without oppose-able thumbs and sharing the body of a Dire Wolf with Lucky, there's hope for the rest of you, but not if we don't stick together."

Silveressa nodded after a moments thought, "You're right, still, I'm worried about Rosie too, and if she even knows something's happened, that's assuming time flows here the same as it does there, for all we know a life time here is a handful of seconds back in our dimension."

Lucky tilted his head at her words, the animal side of him urging him to nuzzle her, offer comfort and reassurance until she was once again calm and confidant, the human part of him recalling far to many episodes of Quantum Leap and Sliders for his own good. "This place is full of magic, I remember D&D having spells for planar walking, summoning and more, instead of looking for a way home we could hunt for a way to bring Rosie here, and help our friends that want to get back there at the same time."

Silveressa nodded, "It's worth looking into, the castle Lady K is from sounds like as good a place as any to head to, I'll see what everyone else thinks in the morning." She shivered again, the cold more biting now she had removed her thigh high leather boots, the longing for a cold weather sleeping bag suddenly overwhelming. "I really wish the GM had made a point to tell us how bloody cold it was in this area so we could buy the proper gear for ourselves."

Lucky whined softly in agreement, sliding along side her and pressing himself against her, letting his body heat warm her. "Just be glad you didn't decide on a chain mail bikini." He quipped, yipping softly in laughter.

Silveressa giggled and nodded, snuggling closer against his fur, the warmth and comfort compounding her drowsiness. "I bet you'd just love to see me in one of those." She told him sleepily.

Lucky panted slightly at the vision it conjured to mind, primal urges stirring within him, warring briefly against his own need for sleep before emerging as the firm victor. "You don't need chain mail lingerie to turn my head, or Lucky's." he growled softly, licking the side of her neck.

Silveressa opened her eyes a bit wider at the response her comment elicited, shaking her head and smiling gently. "You're both incorrigible you know that? More so now you share the same body; Not a word of complaint tomorrow about not getting enough sleep." She told him quietly, closing her eyes and losing herself to the moment.

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During his watch that night, unbeknownst to all, Dozus simply walked off into the darkness, in the direction of the Thorpe, mumbling the whole time, and quivering.