That afternoon our small caravan rolled uneventfully southwest across the plains of Solamnia. We had split into two groups after our ferries reached the far bank of the Vingaard. Squal, Stabelina, Artor, and Kalen formed a small party about two-hundred yards ahead of my group composed of Luthen, Azure, Simone, and Kaylee – who was still perched on my cart and chattering away. We had decided it was best to travel in two different groups because of the effect Simone’s cursed ring was having on some of the others. Those of us in the second group seem to be immune to the effects. That’s why we’re taking this journey to Elmwood – to enlist some divine help and see what can be done about this ring. We’ve learned that there is a monastery to Majere located somewhere in the Darkwoods, just south of Elmwood. Since this is on the way to Solanthus anyway, we’ve decided this slight detour is for the best. Better to be rid of this ring as soon as possible.
As the sun set, the sky turned a deep shade of blue as storm clouds gathered overhead. Evening quickly approached and I can’t say I wasn’t grateful. Had my first encounter with the kender’s sticky fingers a little earlier. She asked me if I liked to carve wood, which was an odd question. Amongst all her prattling she had never asked about my hobbies; she was generally more interested in playing her flute and writing songs. Turned out the little thief had swiped my dagger – which is what prompted her to ask the carving question. Got it back easily enough, considering my family name is carved on the bottom of the hilt in Dwarven. Need to keep a closer hold on my belongings before this kender walks off with my underclothes too.
Luthen spotted the first group stopping to set up camp for the night, so we did the same thing a few hundred yards away. A light rain was falling and I was glad to get off of my hard wooden cart for the day. After I had my cart and mule secured for the night, I wandered a little in search of some wood for the fire. Luthen needed some fuel - keeping a magical fire burning in his hand all night would become a little tiring. As I was gathering wood, the rain started to pick up. Out of nowhere, I was blinded by a flash of light and thrown through the air. Haven’t felt anything like it since I was hit by that runaway cart in Palanthas when I was just a beardling. Didn’t know what was going on for a few minutes, but I smelled burning hair. Azure came running over and told me I had been struck by lightning as she laid her hands on me and healed my blistered skin. Kinda’ feel proud, surviving a lightning bolt and whatnot, but it was an experience I could have done without.
Since I was wide awake from the lightning, I volunteered for first watch. Good thing the lightning was only weather-related. Wasn’t really in the mood to slay a dragon.
OOC: The lightning incident was pure comedy. Tauren rolled a weather-related random encounter (or something like that, maybe he can explain more than that). Lo and behold, who would get struck by the lightning - one of the shortest guys in the party! I'm not sure how deadly a lightning strike is (in D&D terms anyway) so I guess Nathril was lucky to survive. I don't even remember how much damage he took - I just remembered the unlucky shipmate who was fried by the Priestess of Zeboim's lightning bolt a few days earlier.