[h2][color=Cyan]The Wanderers [Turn 1][/color][/h2]

Nezonya, Nexzoniea, Nexonia!

Nexonia blinked at the realisation that someone was calling her. The pathfinder proverb was true, after spending years in the wild you can't remember your name, but it feels good to be out of the rain. Nexonia had spent 5 years in the wild. That was one more than was needed to qualify her as a veteran Pathfinder. She enjoyed the wild, perhaps more than acting as Pathfinder, but there were people to care for on this Wander.

She was passing two parents trying to restrain their youngest from running into the grassy field. "Leave him be, he'll come in when he's done" she shouted back . Released, the young man ran ,"its so easy a child could do it", "it's so easy a child could do it", "it's so easy a child could do it" he was chanting and then ran and grasping a stick begun writing things in the mud of which only he could understand. Poor poor yougling, struck with the fever. He dared inspiration in her game and, like the lighting must strike ground, too his inspiration must be allowed to strike, lest it build up.

It was early dawn and she came upon the crowd waiting outside the long house made from the largest catamaran. The druids had been quick to set up a garden in between the two upturned hills shielded from the worst of the wind. She had petitioned them to bless this long house and they were taking their sweet time. 

After a while the druids came out, led by the most senior. Neave the master druid gave his signal for the other druids to dows the long house with their potions. Each taking more than 8 hours to prepare, and each doing a different part of the ceremony. When they were finished the sacred words were said in old tongue. Just then a sunburst shone golden light onto the long house and the potions shone in the sunlight with a golden glow. The crowd stood in awe, and all of a sudden it was over as quick as it had begun. Neave the druid uttered the last of the holy words in old tongue and turned to leave. Is that it? said Nexonia as they were turning. The druid stopped by the door and held out a hand, a new sprig of leaves was sticking out of the wood. "Give it time" he said in a strong and husky voice.

Meanwhile Hexia the huntress was stalking a Jack rabbit in the foothills. She had 4 already slung round her back making it hard to wield the short bow. The Jack danced it's way up towards the rushing stream passed some rocks and over. Clambering higher still Hexia peered over the rocks. The Jack jumped sailing over a clump. Then Hexia lowered her bow. That was not just a clump! That was a deer. A fresh kill from last night. Whatever killed it had scorged large claw Mark's in its flesh. Hexia could not tell what had killed it but knew others might be able to. Making a quick decision she about turned and made her way down to tell the others of what she had found.