>>5279934By the time you reach the forward base, you are tired and sore. You are spared an arduous climb, thanks to the ‘princess’ leading you through a previously-unknown path, and aiding you in your ascent with her ability to climb nearly-sheer surfaces and extend faintly-glowing silk strands to haul you up. Still, the journey as about as easy as it was comforting or glorious—which is to say, not very.
“Huhhh,” the Great One sighs, flapping his wings once to stretch them and then folding them in. “Had fun.”
That gratifies you at least. AND it’s not as if you got NTOHING out of it. Aside from bow practice, and experience dealing with a diverse and unexpected array of none-Reptilians, the spelunking was useful exercise, and in a practical application for your upcoming underground mission.
>+1 Athleticism>+1 DiplomacyYou take a moment to properly evaluate your day-trip—it MUST have been hours that you were down there, approaching a full twelve—and to reflect on how much you really experienced and accomplished. Prior to today, you’d never journeyed further than an hour or two away from the forward base, never really EXPLORED. You’d never tasted combat, scarcely seen death… And now, you’ve been deep into crevices few of your race have ever lived to tell tales of, slain enemies and made new allies, and seen capital-D DEATH! When you get right down to it, this WAS a life-changing experience…
“About time you got back!” the Novice Fleshweaverdeclares imperiously. “I had to make up some story about you and the Great One being in a deep meditative trance, preparing for journey ahead!”
You sigh, and hang your head. Some things, though, never seem to change.
“Wait,” the Novice says, taking notice of your newest companion. “What is THAT?”
