F&F C2-E37 - You’ve Got Snail

Fools & Flagons

Daylight. Glorious daylight. AND GRASS!!! The Tempests emerged from the treacherous tunnel they’d been traveling through for nearly half a week. Zaan and Kasumi immediately reveled in finally being out of the desert by frolicking in the grass. Brick, confused by this spectacle tried to join in but made a Brick shaped crater instead. Vanera followed Klemon to a nearby guard shack while Pez looked around in mild shock at all the green. Vanera, with Klemon’s help, asked the guards stationed by the tunnel exit where they could hire a ship and found their best bet was in the Kingdom of Harpermere. The Tempests headed down the road, not bothering to ask directions, and soon found themselves giving chase as Hambjerger took off into the forest, an odd green glint in his eyes. The party found themselves in a small clearing with what looked like an abandoned house on wheels in the middle of it. Upon Brick knocking on the door of the wagon, a nearby set of boulders rose up from the ground to reveal a LARGE stone elemental with a pile of bones underneath it. The battle was short, and Kasumi was nearly killed with a single swing from the elemental. Brick, upon seeing his ally and friend nearly killed by the elemental, reduced it to a pile of rubble with a rage he’d not experienced before. Cautiously.. VERY cautiously thanks to Brick, the party investigated the wagon home. Kasumi stayed outside and laid as still as possible, deciding to wait and do nothing until her magic was returned to her. The interior of the wagon was insanely magical, bigger on the inside than it was on the outside, with trinkets and doodads scattered everywhere. One of these magical devices is a pantry.. That turned into a closet.. That turned into a doorway into another structure where Zaan was confronted by a silhouetted figure asking him, "Who the hell are ye?"

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