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LemonsWith introductions out of the way, the adventurers had scattered across Swynport, collecting whatever supplies they needed. Those searching for food had been disheartened - after the incident with the omega cramp, the guild's kitchen had completely shutdown. They were worried that there might have been a case of food poisoning. Searching the streets for any food was a futile effort - all of the vendors had taken the day off to prepare for the festival. As a result, those who hadn't eaten before Wren was practically removed from existence had to make do with whatever supplies were on the cart.
Surprisingly, the general store and the armament shops were still open. Most likely due to the owners being extremely old and hating festivals. Everyone quickly did what they needed and hopped onto the carts (or, in the case of Laurence's group, met up again at the guild and left together).
The path to the shipwreck was uneventful. Leonore didn't speak to anyone during the trip. Rather, she intentionally ignored everyone else. The cart, pulled by a single steer, was extremely simple. It looked to be rather light, made from wood and resembling a simple platform with two wheels on it. If you didn't know any better, you would say that this baby was made for speed and handling. Funnily enough, to even get the thing to move, Korgath had to sit on one side, while everyone else sat on the other side. Luckily for those who didn't eat, the cart had some rations on it. Some stale bread and shredded jerky mixed with tallow and berries. It wasn't much, but it was something.
Luckily, things began to be much more interesting when the shipwreck breached the horizon. The sun reflected off the water, revealing two things: half of the boat was on the shore. The other half had vanished. It may have been swept underwater, but there was no concrete evidence of it being underwater. However, there was no treasure in sight. Instead, the sand appeared to be littered with strange footprints. Even without a close investigation, you could easily tell that these prints weren't human. In fact, half of them seemed to be from boxes being dragged across the sand. The prints seemed to lead north across the sand to a rocky bluff that looked over the water.
Leonore was obviously unimpressed. In fact, the entire trip to the coast had left her feeling disgusted. She hated cows - something obvious by the constant scowl trying not to smell the farm animal "Off," she had commanded the others, "go investigate the ship, or whatever." Rather than the shipwreck, she appeared to be more interested in getting it all over with.
For those heading off to destroy burrows, their walk outside the town had revealed two things - numerous corpses of livestock and enough cheap rusted weapons to outfit the world's worst military. Laurence, who had been carrying a bag of supplies he had acquired from Rolf, had lead the way to the first burrow, stopped to speak. "This is a small burrow. There should only be one exit, seeing how the hole is about one-goblin sized," he said while he dug through his bag, "if you'd like, I could teach you how to deal with these small goblin burrows. Or, you know, you could try on your own and get murdered by glorified rats wielding broken weapons."
It would appear that Laurence had some experience dealing with goblins. At least, judging by his bitter tone. Laurence had pulled out a torch and a vial of thick tar rather quickly. He began to shake the vial, almost as if he expected them to answer with them requesting that he teaches them the ropes.
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The start of the trip was a disaster. Nobody had questioned Noelle driving the carriage. Once they had left the city, Noelle managed to fall asleep at the wheel. The two horses drawing the carriage had run off the dirt path, slamming the carriage between two trees. The front was extremely dented and the front wheels seemed to wiggle as the carriage moved. Lumi had taken the reins and a valuable lesson was learned that day.
Even with all of the problems, the party still pushed forwards. However, as they grew closer to the village, a thick fog seemed to roll in. Without any warning, it quickly enveloped them. This was no ordinary fog. The village was nowhere near any large body of water. All in the matter of three minutes, the adventurers were unable to see more than five meters ahead of them. They could only follow the road.
Noelle, of course, was comfortably asleep. She had stolen all of the blankets in the cart and had a fabric cocoon keeping out the frigid fog.
Surprisingly, the general store and the armament shops were still open. Most likely due to the owners being extremely old and hating festivals. Everyone quickly did what they needed and hopped onto the carts (or, in the case of Laurence's group, met up again at the guild and left together).
The path to the shipwreck was uneventful. Leonore didn't speak to anyone during the trip. Rather, she intentionally ignored everyone else. The cart, pulled by a single steer, was extremely simple. It looked to be rather light, made from wood and resembling a simple platform with two wheels on it. If you didn't know any better, you would say that this baby was made for speed and handling. Funnily enough, to even get the thing to move, Korgath had to sit on one side, while everyone else sat on the other side. Luckily for those who didn't eat, the cart had some rations on it. Some stale bread and shredded jerky mixed with tallow and berries. It wasn't much, but it was something.
Luckily, things began to be much more interesting when the shipwreck breached the horizon. The sun reflected off the water, revealing two things: half of the boat was on the shore. The other half had vanished. It may have been swept underwater, but there was no concrete evidence of it being underwater. However, there was no treasure in sight. Instead, the sand appeared to be littered with strange footprints. Even without a close investigation, you could easily tell that these prints weren't human. In fact, half of them seemed to be from boxes being dragged across the sand. The prints seemed to lead north across the sand to a rocky bluff that looked over the water.
Leonore was obviously unimpressed. In fact, the entire trip to the coast had left her feeling disgusted. She hated cows - something obvious by the constant scowl trying not to smell the farm animal "Off," she had commanded the others, "go investigate the ship, or whatever." Rather than the shipwreck, she appeared to be more interested in getting it all over with.
For those heading off to destroy burrows, their walk outside the town had revealed two things - numerous corpses of livestock and enough cheap rusted weapons to outfit the world's worst military. Laurence, who had been carrying a bag of supplies he had acquired from Rolf, had lead the way to the first burrow, stopped to speak. "This is a small burrow. There should only be one exit, seeing how the hole is about one-goblin sized," he said while he dug through his bag, "if you'd like, I could teach you how to deal with these small goblin burrows. Or, you know, you could try on your own and get murdered by glorified rats wielding broken weapons."
It would appear that Laurence had some experience dealing with goblins. At least, judging by his bitter tone. Laurence had pulled out a torch and a vial of thick tar rather quickly. He began to shake the vial, almost as if he expected them to answer with them requesting that he teaches them the ropes.
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The start of the trip was a disaster. Nobody had questioned Noelle driving the carriage. Once they had left the city, Noelle managed to fall asleep at the wheel. The two horses drawing the carriage had run off the dirt path, slamming the carriage between two trees. The front was extremely dented and the front wheels seemed to wiggle as the carriage moved. Lumi had taken the reins and a valuable lesson was learned that day.
Even with all of the problems, the party still pushed forwards. However, as they grew closer to the village, a thick fog seemed to roll in. Without any warning, it quickly enveloped them. This was no ordinary fog. The village was nowhere near any large body of water. All in the matter of three minutes, the adventurers were unable to see more than five meters ahead of them. They could only follow the road.
Noelle, of course, was comfortably asleep. She had stolen all of the blankets in the cart and had a fabric cocoon keeping out the frigid fog.