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You don’t want to piss Volka off, nor do you consider yourself much of a runner, so the choice is obvious. Swan diving into the air, you feel a surge of energy as the Skog grabs you by the scruff of your robe and kicks it into <span class="mu-s">OVERDRIVE!</span>
Darkness passes you by like cacti on the side of the freeway. You aren’t sure if darkness can blur or not, but if anyone could make it happen, you reason quietly to yourself, Volka could probably manage it. Bumping along the muddy trail with her tail still held tight by your guide, TT alternates between apologies and squeaks all along the way!
If it were you taking the wheel you probably would have fallen into a ditch by now, but thanks to your bodyguard’s speed and guile it isn’t long before you skid to a halt at the sound of roaring water up ahead!
“<span class="mu-i">Ackpth… oh thank the Gods…</span>” Groans Tzah-Tzie as she hangs from Volka’s hand like a dead opossum, “<span class="mu-i">Stop the world, I wanna get off…</span>”
“Trail splits off here!” Volka reports as she dips you close enough to poke at the ground. True to her word, the muddy tracks of a wagon seem to divert from what feels like the edge of a bridge towards a grassy hill leading to the riverside. Dislodging yourself from her claw, you give your associates a quick ‘<span class="mu-i">ssh</span>’ before leading the creep down the hill!
Chirps, clicks, and the rushing river mask your approach as you use the divots in the grass to guide you, and before long you hear the crackly voice of a familiar pubgoer…
“I cannae believe what I be hearin’--we be stickin’ to the plan!”
“Plan’s changed, Many-Eyes.” Grunts a set of tall, yellow eyes–these ones far more grizzled and nasty than Volka’s.
“We’re headin’ <span class="mu-b">WEST.</span>” Adds another similarly nasty-sounding voice!
“<span class="mu-i">Skogs…</span>” Whispers TT with a hint of trepidation in her squeaky whisper… “<span class="mu-i">Plural</span>, Anton…”
Yea, you heard…
“Oti! Oi, <span class="mu-i">OTI!</span> Ye’ be ‘earin’ this codswallop!?”
A lazy voice from outside the circle of eyes answers with an impatient scoff. “I <span class="mu-i">DO</span> be ‘earin this’... not that it helps me concentrate on this <span class="mu-g">SLEEP</span> spell…”
A hiss that makes your guts crawl emanates from the area near the sleepy spellslinger–there’s something big over there, but you’re not sure what it is…
“You three stooges better calm down–you’re spooking the <span class="mu-b">STRIDERS</span>.” Adds the mage in a chiding tone.
“Aye, keep wavin’ yer axes an’ the ‘ole payload’ll be sailin’ down the river!”
Volka rises to confront them, but you stop her with a hand on her thigh, earning a small shiver from the gentle giant. You can’t help it, she’s TALL!
>CONTD.
