Return to the Woods

After braving the desert, it's strange creatures, and strange foods, the group is back in familiar woods.

It feels nice to set up camp at night to sleep and then move during the day. As the food cooks and people get settled, Eliandir sits down and does what he always does, fuss over his arrows. He catches a glimpse of Ashlyn and Thandwen from the corner of his eye and scoots over a bit so all he sees are trees and darkness.

New sandy lands

Eliandir plops down beside the wolf whom has has been calling Radion. "This place is new and interesting, and I can't even find a moment to really appreciate it," he sighs, looking over the gems he's planning on cutting up into arrow heads. "It's too hot here. Even the enemies are fire." He then looks at one of his arrows carefully. "These wouldn't hold up to those fire monsters. They'd burn up." His face looks pained at the thought of his beloved arrows turning to ashes. The arrows he uses with the oil have metal shafts, but there are only so many of those and these creatures are obviously magic. What if they destroy the heads? He grips the arrow tightly with both hands and grits his teeth at such a horrible thought.

Raidion tilts his head curiously and wags his tail before playfully bowing, staring at the arrow. Eli tilts his head as well and remembers when he was a child, watching human children throwing sticks for their dogs. "You want this?" he asks.

BARK!

"If you don't bring this back, you're in trouble," he grumbles and throws the arrow.

BARK BARK!

Radion runs after the arrow, picks it up, and carries it back, placing it at Eliandir's feet.

The elf smiles and throws the arrow again, saying hae softly every time he throws it.

Giant slayers back to Renenth

The group exists the stony mountains and trudges back into the swamp. The new cloaks from the yeti and wolves make the journey far more comfortable. Eliandir had wandered away from the camp with his wolf to find some food for everyone. He returns with a few creatures that resemble a mix between a fish, eel, and frog. His wolf, whom Eli has dubbed Potato today, carries what appears to be a turtle in its mouth. It proceeds to play with its catch as Eli guts and cleans the slimy muddy creatures. He figured they would be similar to fish in flesh, and was glad to find out he was correct. A hot bowl of fish stew sounds especially delicious in this cold dark swamp.

Hydra Recovery

Muttering, Thandwen squeezed the water out of her hair as she walked back to camp, finally clean of hydra gore. Thankfully, the camp hadn't been broken before the attack, so they were all able to rest comfortably. Seeing Eli working away at his arrows, she plops down next to him and picks up a feather, blowing on it softly. "Whatcha doing, Glitter Britches?"

D&D 5th Edition

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Camping

Hera sits back against a tree trunk, strumming a sad, lonely tune on her lute and watching everyone mill around the campsite. <i>Has it really been only a year since we were doing this same thing, wandering through planes with a handful of strange and wonderful creatures?</i> she wonders. <i>Time seems to have gone by so fast.</i> With a sigh, she stretches her legs out and hums along with the melancholy song.

Outlands

After their meeting with the brain in the Caverns of Thought, the group heads back to the Palace of Judgement to find a portal to the Astral plane and continue their journey.

They travel through the Outlands and an infinite autumn forest stretches before them. The leaves on the trees are brilliant shades of orange, yellow, and red and they seem to dance in the cool breeze as they release their grip on the branches and make their way to the ground. In between the patches of trees, there are open plains of tall tan grass.

Goddard sniffs at the air and leads the way through the swaying grass.