Journal Entry -- July 2007 (Catch up)
Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2008 4:52 pmJuly 2007--Session notes
It's taken several olgulmaun {healing potions}, but I've finally healed up from the fight with the arkfrusvir garr {werebear} and his frus {animal}. Me wounds have closed, but I still feel...odd. The Beast seems ever closer to the surface, but at the same time under more control. Me skin feels like it's buzzin', too. Much more sensitive. Ah, well. More'n likely it's nothin' more than a strange somethin' or other in the olmaun {potions}.
After restin' a while from the battle, we started on our return trip. The forest path was straight and well-marked; we may as well have been in a levasst {underground passageway} for all that we could turn to the right or left. In fact, the gurnvos {trees} were so thick at times that we were completely enclosed by them.
We hadn't traveled far, however, when a strange fog appeared. Within moments 'twas thick enough that we could not see an arm's length in any direction. Pilin seemed tense and Aon's hackles were raised and his nose goin' crazy. Even me own arm hair was standin' on end and I felt edgy. It took most of the day, travelin' like this, before the fog began to clear. When we could see once again, 'twas clear that we were far from where we had started the day. The surroundin' gurnvosen {forest} even felt different.
Pilin held up a hand, stoppin' us. He drew us all close by, and told us that Aon had sensed someone watchin' the group from the forest edge. No-one else seemed to see him, but Pilin called out a warning. In response a hurm {human} emerged from the forest in front of us and approached us. He looked us over pretty carefully, then extended a hand of greetin' to Pilin. His name was Jesse; he said he was from a town named Haven-Fara.
It's taken several olgulmaun {healing potions}, but I've finally healed up from the fight with the arkfrusvir garr {werebear} and his frus {animal}. Me wounds have closed, but I still feel...odd. The Beast seems ever closer to the surface, but at the same time under more control. Me skin feels like it's buzzin', too. Much more sensitive. Ah, well. More'n likely it's nothin' more than a strange somethin' or other in the olmaun {potions}.
After restin' a while from the battle, we started on our return trip. The forest path was straight and well-marked; we may as well have been in a levasst {underground passageway} for all that we could turn to the right or left. In fact, the gurnvos {trees} were so thick at times that we were completely enclosed by them.
We hadn't traveled far, however, when a strange fog appeared. Within moments 'twas thick enough that we could not see an arm's length in any direction. Pilin seemed tense and Aon's hackles were raised and his nose goin' crazy. Even me own arm hair was standin' on end and I felt edgy. It took most of the day, travelin' like this, before the fog began to clear. When we could see once again, 'twas clear that we were far from where we had started the day. The surroundin' gurnvosen {forest} even felt different.
Pilin held up a hand, stoppin' us. He drew us all close by, and told us that Aon had sensed someone watchin' the group from the forest edge. No-one else seemed to see him, but Pilin called out a warning. In response a hurm {human} emerged from the forest in front of us and approached us. He looked us over pretty carefully, then extended a hand of greetin' to Pilin. His name was Jesse; he said he was from a town named Haven-Fara.