The human mage frowns as he listens to Alaion request. Finn had almost died getting the keyword for that wand. Mind you, the risk had been worth the reward. Being able to use the wand certainly increases their chances of survival. Besides, the wand is not the true treasure. It is the spell book.

He gets the magic Missile wand out from his belt, turning it and handing it hilt first to Alaion.

"You're on watch tonight. He says to the Elven Cleric.

He then turns to Cami, accepting the bag and thanking her.  He carefully uses his dagger to cut as many pods as he could fit into the bag.  He ties the bag with some string and places the package in his scroll case to protect them from any impacts, considering how fragile they are.

The view was stunning, but 6 miles (or 9.6 kilometers) was going to take awhile. Finn was in shape but it was too bad the red creeper couldn't just have eaten the book.

[Private to Finn: I have no clue what that last sentence means.  :○) ]
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"Thank you young Mage." He offers Finn a smile as he takes the missile wand, slipping it into his belt as he adds "As will you when we each stand watch as required."

[Private to Alaion: Since you have not roleplayed the action of listening for the command word to use the wand, roll a INT roll to have possibly learned the command word to trigger the wand from hearing it. ]
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Being strangled by a vine was not high on Aramil's list of enjoyable activities. Most plants and assorted flora were things that elves took great delight in, but he would gladly never see one of those again.

Rather than talk he rubbed his throat and gratefully took in lungfulls of fresh air.

Myshra follows Durwe's path, moving slowly past the dangerous vines. She pulls herself up the cleft to reach the top and breathes easier. Taking a moment to regard the view, she drinks from her leather waterskin.

"Nice view up here." she says to no one in particular. She eats a few strands of dried tuatera meat while examining the seared skin on her arms and neck.

She calls upon the will of Heironeous and casts a healing spell, regenerating damaged flesh.

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Casting CLW.
Myshra rolled 5 using 1d4+4.  CLW  (5-8 hit points healed).
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"It is a beautiful view, I wish we had time to linger and take it in, but we don't." He said as he climbed through the  cleft, reaching back, offering a hand to Elmona.

Elmona took Valeros's hand with a 'thank you' smile. "It is indeed" she agreed "There is beauty everywhere if only we know where to find it. We all have our demons to fight, and it is the memories of places like this, and moments of quiet pleasure that give us the strength to fight them" That was perhaps the usual Elven cryptic words. Or perhaps it refered to Valero's gambling. Or his worries about 'his performance against the plant'. In any event it wasn't a judgemental body language, more supportive and understanding.

Elmona continued with what was probably a change of subject, but with Elves who could really tell "If we are fortunate our pursuer will allow the quietness and serenity of this place to soften the calluses he will have put around his heart, and perhaps realise the mistake he has made in wasting his life in the pursuit of power. Gaining only ashes" she gave a little 'who knows' gesture "We can hope. History tells us that even the most brutal and ruthless can change"

"Sadly, I feel he has a very hard heart. It would be nice if you were right though." he said more cheerfully. He enjoyed talking with her, she made him comfortable.

Determining that Thorgwain's needs were great, Duivelssmak lays healing hands upon him.

After casting his spell, Duivelssmak suggests they rest for a short time.  This will allow him to cast one more spell of healing and also give him an opportunity to recover the deity's favor.

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07:47, Today: Duivelssmak rolled 8 using 1d4+4.  heal Thorgwain.

[Private to Duivelssmak: Who else is receiving healing? Make a CON-1 roll to establish state of mind for recovery of mana.]
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Dani had stayed moodily silent. She is hot,  tired, itchy, and uncomfortable, true, but being completely useless and, with a shutter at the remembered paralisis, helpless in the fight with the red vine was what really bothers her.

She had dropped back and continued the day staying near Lamai, even as Lami had stayed near Finn. She felt drawn to the lamai'nain for some reason.

Mysha was right about the view, it was nice.  Looking over the party and the view Dani quietly ponders all the things she didn't know she didn't know before. While taking advantage of the short break to drink and eat, she keeps a closer eye on the forest around them.
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The short break afforded Xune an opportunity to clean and sharpen her blade, so she did. She also took the time to look after her armor and to scarf down some jerky. The day grew long, and the constant wonder if another tree devil would pop out at any moment did nothing positive for her mood. She scowled unknowingly, grumbling at the universe.

Durwe nods in agreement with Duiv's suggestion. He puts his pack against a tree and begins examining his blade and armor for damages. In moments he is honing his blade while sitting on a long fallen tree trunk.

Without being obvious about it, he regards Alaion, wondering at his hiding the fact that he was a cleric for so long. The politics of the Houses of Glenholme has not been on his mind for nearly a century. How long have there been clerics in Glenholme, he wonders. There were none when he left then, he is sure.

Putting the whetstone down for a moment, Durwe tsks, calling the mastif, Loki, over to him. The dog eagerly approaches, wagging his tail and Durwe spends a few minutes giving the canine attention by scratching behind his ears, rubbing his hackles, and overall being playful.

"Such a good good boy," Durwe murmurs happily. He takes some of the dried tuatera meat and gives it to the dog who wolfs it down hungrily. "You're a hungry boy. When's the last time you ate?"

At his own question, Durwe looks over at Lamai as he pours some of his water into a cupped hand for Loki. Was she hungry as well?

"Lamai? Hungry?" Durwe asks, holding out a piece of dried meat for her.

Loki's last meal was when we last ate. Alaion informed. He didn't mind Loki snapping up the treat but would have appreciated being asked by Durwe before taking such liberty. Alaion would need to revise Loki's training to circumvent potential poisoning.
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Lamai was busily cleaning her scales when she hears the word these people have decided to call her. She looks up at Finn, then around the clearing for the caller. Spotting Durwe looking at her with an outstretched hand with meat. Her tongue flicks nervously before she crosses over to him and takes the meat from his hand.

"سحلية" she says, the word coming out as a soft hiss. She eats while returning near to Finn, glancing while in passing at the mastif dog. A thought suddenly occurred to her. Was she now a pet to them? This, she would have to consider.
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Myshra is glad to rest her laurels, taking a seat beneath a tall pine. It is a very tall pine with a large girth, she notes. Taller than any she has ever seen. Once seated, she eats of rations and hydrates with water from her leather skin. She listens to the breeze that makes the trees sigh. She breathes in the fresh late summer air.  It is a relaxing moment in an otherwise taxing day.

Once done with her meal, she removes the Canon of Hieroneous and begins prayers to recover her mana.

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Myshra rolled 18 using 1d20.  CON-1 check
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Thorgwain pats the cleric on the back, grateful for the healing. He then does as the others and rests his short legs on a large boulder. Across the expanse of tree tops between them and the mountain birds of various sizes can be seen flocking from one site to another. The snow capped mount Droskar looms in the background.

"Tha trees. Oi be gatherin tha be large ones tha farther in we be goin." he says to no one in particular. He watches the landscape as ey eat and drink, not paying much attention to others.
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"They are very large, yes." Durwe replies, looking out across the verdant expanse of tree tops. "But none can compare to the grandeur of the living forest of Ceili Mhor. Trees a hundred times taller than what you see here. We have a city, The Bore it is called in human words, where an entire city has been shaped in the bole of an ancient fallen hardwood. The stump of that tree houses the members of the House Mallorea. None know how deep it goes."

Durwe stops speaking, his voice trailing off into thought.
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Very large trees were very welcome in Aramil's eyes, as long as there were no more plants attacking them. He left it to Durwe to describe the true majesty of the ancient trees. He still had his aches and pains though.

"I would be most grateful for some healing, if anyone has any to offer..?"

Duivelssmak smiles and accedes to Aramil’s request, laying healing hands upon him.

Next, he rests, attempting to recover the divine favor he has expended.

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20:05, Today: Duivelssmak rolled 6 using 1d8.  Heal Aramil
20:06, Today: Duivelssmak rolled 3 using 1d20-1.  Con check.

[Private to Duivelssmak: It's a CON-1 check rolled with a d20 die and the CLW spell in this game is 1d4+4 or 5-8 points healed. We will keep your rolls as is this time.]
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Myshra sighs in obvious frustration while rubbing at a sore caused by the red creeper vine. She closes the holy book hard and stuffs it back into her pack. Her mind apparently is too battle weary or bothered with the slight injury left upon her to manage the mental power required to control her deity's gift of mana. She will need rest.

She still has enough mana reserve for one more spell if needed. As she looks at the others, she sees there is a need.

Myshra approaches Larn, who has been quiet about his wounds. She feels empathy toward the tribesman, having been wounded in the same manner. "Let me heal you of those vine wounds Larn."

As long as he does not object, she places a hand on his shoulder and begins the mantra for the healing spell. She mentally releases the mana into the mantra, empowering the healing Grace of her Lord. Larn's wounds heal completely, leaving the tribesman with a feeling of renewed vigor.
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Finn puts down his equipment and sits down on the ground. He notes that Lamai and Dani have sat nearby.  At least there is shade and protection from the wind here. Finn is feeling slightly vulnerable right now.

There is some time to try to talk right now.  Finn wanted to know what their young charge wants to do. First he gets things ready. He pulls out twelve sling bullets and places them in a pile on the ground.

He reaches into his backpack for a pen and spell pouch, pulling out the strips of blessed leather. Gathering them in his hand he turns to Lamai.

"Sys-syl-min-syl." He carefully calls softly to the snake woman, trying to get her attention.  He puts one of the strips on the ground with the pile of bullets and uses the pen to point first to her, and then it. "Sys-syl-min-syl.  Lamai."

He then places a pile of strips on the ground away from hers.  "Lamai'nain" He says, pointing to the group of leather. He then drags her strip back and forth between the strips and bullets before handing hers to her.

He points his pen to the group of bullets and then points towards the mountain. He then points the pen at her strip and then first points to the mountain, then the pile of strips.

[Private to Finn: Edit to correct Lamai's name.]
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Valeros nibbled on his jerky as he watched casually as Finn tried to communicate with Lamai. Hewas barely hurt and figured it would heal in a day or so, so he didn't bother with it. It would soon be time to move on, had to keep ahead of the enemy!

With a worn-out look on his face, Duivelssmak tells the others that he hopes they will be able to rest for the night soon.  Obviously, he is far from 100%.

Lamai cocks her head at Finn, her tongue flicking the air. She shakes her head. "Syss-yl-mins-yl."

She watches as the mage plays with bullets and leather, cocking her head in thought. Her eyes move back and forth between objects, easily making the connections in her mind. "La-ma-ee-na-een." she repeats, the syllables coming out with a lisp as she places a finger on the pile of strips.

"مشاة الأرض?" She asks, placing a finger on the bullets. She looks up at Finn expectantly.

"مشاة الأرض. La-ma-ee." She lisps, pointing at the mountain.

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Lamai rolled 3 using 1d20.  Intuition roll (INT)

Durwe glances at the position of the sun. First hour of low sun. They still have three hours sunlight, four of daylight.

"This is a good spot for resting." The elf replies to Duiv's suggestion. "We have four hours daylight. Four hours we can use to get closer. Or we can go ahead and make camp here. I know you all are weary from today's exertion. Some are not used to extreme activity. I myself have not been in the wilds for nearly six months. Do you all wish to continue today?"

"Please." Larn says to Mysha, letting the cleric touch him. He closes his eyes, listening to her voice. It soothes him. He can feel the warmth of her palm on his shoulder and notes his mind concentrating on that touch. It embarrasses him, this distraction.

"You have my thanks and gratitude Mysha. If there is something I can uhh-- do for you, please just ask." The tribesman says, his face a light shade of crimson. He moves, forcing her to remove her hand.

"Again, thanks."