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Valesse · 08-09-2006, 10:35 PM

Valesseka blinked as the other adventurers scattered. Certainly there must be something wrong with this Berrick fellow. Not only had she come from the west, but probably passed right by this glittering cavern quite quickly in her rush east to find the Sea of Rhûn. Wandering north, she was fast to make sure to keep careful eye on where she was heading. Every once and a while having to alter her course slightly because of rocky obstacles. By the heat of the day, however, Valesseka found herself eeriely cooled. There was a loud, constant rushing sound, and in only a few more moments she would see it. Valesseka had arrived at the River Running.

After gapping at the speeding current for a minute, Valesseka took in her surroundings more collectedly (Though that is, in itself, and overstatement, if I might add.). A short walk to her left there was a small abandoned beaver dam. Eyeing the speeding current again, Valesseka figured she could reason out what had happened to the resident beavers. Behind her were still some trees, a few of which had noticably grabbed the attention of the watery rodents of yesteryear and fallen to their demise.

Wasting no time, Valesseka pulled out her throwing axe and got to work scrapping the remaining bark off of the most petrified looking of the fallen timbers. Not long after, however, began her collection of splinters, which grew to such a point where she had to stop working and see to her hands. Wincing, Valesseka finished her work and carefully push the log on top of the dam. With this she "broke" for dinner, snacking on dried bread and jerky as well as some water. With a gulp and a glug it was down and so was she, on top of the trunk.

With her pack tied to the top of the log, stave included, Valesseka sat backwards on the log and pushed off of the dam with her feet. Quickly she jumped in and held onto the trunk so it would not get away. Carefully, though through much mud and muck, she walked her pack across, clinging and paddling frantically when her feet could no longer reach the river bed. Reaching the other bank covered in sludge, Valesseka muttered as she was forced into her secound wool garb, washing the dirty one in the water which had ravaged it. "I bet that ent wouldn't have any problem going north." She muttered, "Hope I'm ahead...or at least not last."

Hanging her wet clothing on the rope she settled down for the day in from the riverbank.

08-09-2006, 10:35 PM	#23
Valesse Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Aug 2005 Location: \|Away Posts: 614	Valesseka blinked as the other adventurers scattered. Certainly there must be something wrong with this Berrick fellow. Not only had she come from the west, but probably passed right by this glittering cavern quite quickly in her rush east to find the Sea of Rhûn. Wandering north, she was fast to make sure to keep careful eye on where she was heading. Every once and a while having to alter her course slightly because of rocky obstacles. By the heat of the day, however, Valesseka found herself eeriely cooled. There was a loud, constant rushing sound, and in only a few more moments she would see it. Valesseka had arrived at the River Running. After gapping at the speeding current for a minute, Valesseka took in her surroundings more collectedly (Though that is, in itself, and overstatement, if I might add.). A short walk to her left there was a small abandoned beaver dam. Eyeing the speeding current again, Valesseka figured she could reason out what had happened to the resident beavers. Behind her were still some trees, a few of which had noticably grabbed the attention of the watery rodents of yesteryear and fallen to their demise. Wasting no time, Valesseka pulled out her throwing axe and got to work scrapping the remaining bark off of the most petrified looking of the fallen timbers. Not long after, however, began her collection of splinters, which grew to such a point where she had to stop working and see to her hands. Wincing, Valesseka finished her work and carefully push the log on top of the dam. With this she "broke" for dinner, snacking on dried bread and jerky as well as some water. With a gulp and a glug it was down and so was she, on top of the trunk. With her pack tied to the top of the log, stave included, Valesseka sat backwards on the log and pushed off of the dam with her feet. Quickly she jumped in and held onto the trunk so it would not get away. Carefully, though through much mud and muck, she walked her pack across, clinging and paddling frantically when her feet could no longer reach the river bed. Reaching the other bank covered in sludge, Valesseka muttered as she was forced into her secound wool garb, washing the dirty one in the water which had ravaged it. "I bet that ent wouldn't have any problem going north." She muttered, "Hope I'm ahead...or at least not last." Hanging her wet clothing on the rope she settled down for the day in from the riverbank.