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MATT: We begin today’s story as morning slowly
creeps over the distant mountains. The cold,
frosted dew on the tops of the nearby grasses
glistening like tiny crystals, the bits of
sunlight begin to just break past the ridge. The
sky, previously clear the night before showing the
stars above, now is matted with cloud cover and
small breaks that show the blue sky above. The
cold weather is definitely shaking you awake as
you all begin to come to, rubbing your eyes.
Glancing about the cold atmosphere, you come to
the hard, dirt ground patch that you had cleared
out for your evening’s rest, your packs and tents
ready to be reassembled… But it’s just the four
of you.
SAM: Jester, I need some pocket bacon for
breakfast. Jester? Jester– oh, she’s probably
taking a dump in the woods.
MARISHA: I think I have some pocket bacon still.
SAM: Oh, can I have some?
MARISHA: Yeah. It’s a little moldy.
SAM: Oh, that’s even better. (eating noises)
MARISHA: Okay.
TALIESIN: Fjord never came back after watch last
night.
LIAM: I stand up and scan the area.
MATT: Make a perception check.
LIAM: What is that? That’s a six plus something.
Nine.
MATT: Looking about, there is a faint mist that is
still burning off that clouds your vision far
enough to the point where you can’t quite see some
elements of the mountain range you had just come
from, but glancing about around you, there’s no
sign of your three companions. There’s no visuals
that guide you to where they might be.
MARISHA: Where’s Yasha? She’s gone too.
SAM: She does that sometimes. I’m sure it’s
nothing.
MARISHA: Yeah, but–
TALIESIN: Fjord?
MARISHA and TALIESIN: Jester?
TALIESIN: The Traveler’s bullshit!
SAM: That’s playing–
TALIESIN: That really would’ve worked.
SAM: That’s playing with fire.
TALIESIN: I’m going to check the tents. I’m going
to check the tents to see if their stuff is still there.
MATT: As you go about to their sleeping
arrangement spaces, everything except for whatever
they had on them as they took their watch is still
there. The haversack is left behind, the rest of
their goods lying on the ground where they were
left.
SAM: Their personal belongings and stuff?
MATT: Yep.
MARISHA: Falchion?
MATT: The falchion’s always with him.
MARISHA: Right, but his holster thingy. Right?