ic: "Hmm....I wonder...could my spellbook be in Pyreside? Is that where the one who had me captured is? Battle? What is going on? I will just have to ponder it later, as I am still hungry and now very tired." Silvan thought as he put the letter away in the scroll case.

He decided it would be best to keep this message, and he kept it with him, along with his rapier. He could see the half human getting out rations from where he was standing. "Should I ask for food? My rations won't hold out much longer...I'm not talking to that half breed unless I have to. I swear, this group is so...peculiar." Silvan went back to his pack and pulled out another bit of rations and began eatting alone, not feeling comfortable with the others. he continued to ponder the events at hand and the letter he had read.

"When I get a chance, I may just tell this the others about this letter, if it suits my purposes. I MUST recover my spellbook, and I'm sure we all, at least the dwarf, half breed, and I, would like to get back at whoever caged us. If I could get them to come with me and protect me, that would be something, but they are so unorganized, and it looks as if almost none of them knows the other. What a strange, and odd situation we are in..." Silvan continued to think as he finished his rations and was standing there, by the dead lizard, deciding when to go talk to these....people.

(ooc come to think of it how do elves repose because I know they don't sleep)

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The PHB describes the elves' four-hour repose as a sort of silent meditation. Elves are capable of sleeping in the same manner as all other races, however they have found meditation to be more efficient. As such, it lets them claim more of the day for their pursuits.

The position of meditation is entirely up to you. Two of the most well-known meditative positions are sitting indian-style or lying flat on the back. One can also meditate while seated in a comfortable chair, if such a device is avaliable. Whatever position you prefer, your character will only be able to meditate effectively in that one position, so be consistent.

And once again, everyone, remember to check the end of the previous page (5) if you haven't already

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He turns back to his spell book and looks at the same page again, "And I will go to sleep after I rememorize this spell again, or maybe, I won't sleep at all."

"Pro'lly belonged to one o' the lizards..." Khazmon thinks. Then, he grins a bit. He picks the bag up, and to add a bit of insult to the lizardman owner's untimely demise, throws it at the woods, high enough to go over someone's head.

Then, he does a quick check to make sure none of the things in his pile have been stolen. Especially not the armor, that took a while to make.

As you sit up from inside your bedroll, you notice that the space inside has been filled from the other end. Your traveling companion has slipped into it from the foot, and now has her head nestled in your lap.

Ruvyen

The bag of teeth lands against a tree, and falls to the ground with a slight rattle. As for your possessions, they all seem to be where you left them. The armor looks no more or less worn than the last time you had it on.

It appears that the bird you saw gathering coins before has done quite a job of it. While you only took ten coins for your pile, there seem to be only a few remaining in the surrounding grasses.

Aanile

Twin moon leaves your shoulder as you duck down under the edge of your elven companion's bedroll. She returns to her perch atop one of the upright wagons nearby.

He stands up and says whispers, "Well, might as well get this over with..."
He kneels down and picks up his spellbook with his left hand, and grabs his quarterstaff with his right."

He says loud enough so that anyone near or in the camp can hear him, "Greetings all!" He bows down, and then stands back up. "My name is Aust Siannodel, and, well, hardly know any of your names, except for..." he points to the dwarf, "Khazmon, and..." he points to the elf sitting in his bedroll, "Taylen, well, I think that is what his name is... So, anyone else wish to introduce themselves?" He scratches the back of his head, and speaks quietly, "Hrm... have I forgotten anything else..." His voice switches to a louder tone again, "Oh yeah, I have come from Terranada to wipe out a camp of goblins that were attacking caravans going to other cities, and my group was slain, and I was the only survivor." He looks down and pauses. "I wondered, I think three days, from the goblin camp, lost, and eventually found my way here... Anyways, if anyone here would mind helping me attempt those goblins at some point, there was a decent sum of gold for a reward from the Terranda military department, and you would be..." he pauses again, "You would be helping me get revenge for all of the deathes that those goblins have caused."

Aust bows once again, and places all of his gear in front of him, and opens his spellbook again, and looks at the same page that he was looking at earlier. At the top of the page is Magic Missle written in Elvish.

"What? Woah! Too bouncy," the little bird announces to you, as it departs from the woman's hair, and finds its way to your shoulder.

Everyone

The small bird departs from the young woman's hair as she bows Aust. It flutters over to the small winged girl, and settles on her shoulder.

ooc: Time for bed, sorry I can't continue this conversation until tomarrow.

Taking a step away from Willias, she reaches into her shoulder bag, and pulls out a book by its spine. She extends her arm, holding the book well above the edge of the fire. "Let's see just how nimble you elvenkind are."

Where the half-elf stands, Aust would need to dive quite literally over the fire to reach the spellbook. Silvan could go around, but he may need to do so swiftly, as it would be a simple thing for anyone in the half-elf's place to drop the book in the fire. A book of that size is too heavy for either of the birds to carry, and no one else is within two steps' reach.

Drakkenmaw

If you glance in the camp's direction, there appears to be somewhat of a commotion. Everyone is inside the camp, and if not for the dwarf on its near edge, you might be able to approach anew. As is, in the dark early night, none of them could possibly see you this far away.

"What would you do with a spellbook anyways..." he says.

"Well, I could help him get his book back, but, I would have to jump over this fire to get to the book... Or..." Aust thinks. "I might be able to cast Resistance to help me get over those flames and get the book... But I don't have any small cloaks... The only spell I have left is Ray of Frost..."

Aust looks around, and spots the fire and smiles, "I could put the fire out, but what would the others think... Forget it, just jump the flames Aust."

Aust takes a few steps backwards and then makes a running jump to attempt to leap over the flames, to grab the spellbook.

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The lizardman then rubbed his back again at a sudden twinge of pain, and thought of another reason to stay. He wanted to find out what reason that mage found to assault him with no provocation. If he didn't have one, Drakkenclaw thought angrily to himself, the lizardman would give him one.

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Spellcasting creates stresses on the mind, just as fighting creates stresses on the body. In order to prepare your spells again, you will need rest, in addition to the time needed to stow the spell in your mind.

Were this not true, wizards and sorcerers would have no limit at all on how many spells they could cast in a day.

Whatever may be happening in the camp, it is hard to say. You cannot tell what the commotion is about, whether it is an argument, a celebration, or simply some obsurd ritual of the cultures in this area. You would need to get closer to find out. Fortunately, the trees provide decent cover, and you are able to move through them without attracting the attention of those in the camp... for now at least.

Willias

Your backward steps seem to act as a trigger for the events that ensue. You see the half-elf drop the book, robed elf dive after it, and just as you begin your charge, the half-elf dives after him. This proved to complicate things greatly.

You manage to clear the fire, catching only the fringes of the flame with your boot, and coming out the other side none the worse for wear. However, you are too late to grab the book, and only succeed at catching the edge of the half-human woman's head with your foot on the way by, before making a rough but reasonably safe landing, coming to rest a pace or two from the dwarf and his pile.

Reyolen

Just as you reach in, the girl releases your book. With no time to spare, you reach down to snatch it from the air. The book slips down, nearly leaving your fingers, but you manage to get your other hand beneath it, and pull it to your chest as you fall to the ground.

During your fall, you feel a slight pressure on your shoulder, as well as on your hip. The half-human has managed to snag the scroll case from you, which you had decided to keep with you after you read its contents.

Taylen, Falaanla

The scene around the fire appears almost like a group of acrobats, though slightly more inept. Silvan, Aust, and Ara all appear to dive at the fire, or at each other beside the fire; it is hard to tell, as they soon all hit the ground. The robed elf, Silvan, appears to be clutching something to his chest. The half-human, Ara, has a small shaft of some sort, just under a foot in length, clutched in her hand. She has also managed to undergo a most drastic change in hairstyle... it is now completely blonde, and drawn back in a tight braid. Aust, the elf in traveler's garb, has managed to leap over the fire to the other side, leaving the firelight obstructing further sight of him once he approaches the ground.

Ruvyen

The two unarmored elves and the red-haired half-elf all dive towards each other. As the robed elf and the half-elven girl cross paths, both snatching something from the other, the other elf (Aust) makes a headlong leap over the fire after them both, snagging the half-elf's hair with his foot.

Aust rolls to a stop beside you as you fumble to pull on one of your armor leggings. He has something bright red hanging on his foot, resembling a small furry animal.

"Dammit! I hope that book didn't fall into the fire..." he quickly rolls over and looks at Silvan. "Did you get it!?" he asks with excitement.

Aust sits down and opens his spellbook again, repreparing Magic Missle again.

(OOC phone will be out until friday at the earliest probably and I am truely sorry about that. Hopefully it will be on then before I miss too much of the goings on. Will post as I get the chance if my input is needed I'm sure Ford is more than capable of thinking up a response)