Sir Darvig and Sir Medan bouted through cold sweats and swelling, the shivers, numbness, weakness and fatigue, as the poisoned Solamnic Knights suffered. Both endured. Sir Virgil, not embattled after the chaotic battle against scorpion and athach alike, kept vigilant watch from cave of the giant scorpion pit. The ground was sandy. The cave was excellent shelter from magestorms. The pit in the terrain still contained the carcasses of the gargantuan scorpion and the huge giant. Vermin had set in. Smaller scorpions, but still larger than a grown man, could be seen prowling and probing. Centipedes, with segmented bodies as big around as a lumberjack's leg skittered on hundreds of legs with blinding speed. Vultures descended from the skies. Virgil was able to not attract any of the scavengers' attention, as long as he laid low near the mouth of the cave.
It was morning.
Virgil felt the cool breeze of springtime waft into the cave. He looked up. The Nerakan, then the two Solamnics, saw the low white billowing clouds of a lightstorm headed their way. Gold and silver rain began to fall outside the cave. The Solamnic Knights had just the strength to crawl out of the cave and into the storm like newborn babies, Darvig realized. Someone named Raistlin is going to pay for this, Medan thought to himself. Would Darvig crawl into a lightstorm - a place of peace and sparse, silent, yellow lightning bolts - and just lie there? Would he pray? Would he not go?
"We should risk it," Medan piped up, struggling to roll over. "I'll go first, I am your Squire, Sir Darvig. If there are any dangers within the lightstorm, I will face them first," he bravely volunteered, almost able to feebly reach his sword. Medan waited for Sir Darvig's blessing, or not.
attempt to rest in giant scorpion cave in the Northern Wastes for 4 nights so that Darvig and Medan recover enough strength from the poison to carry themselves and their own equipment (a heavy load) to Kalaman a four hour hike away...
17th Day, 9th Month. Darvig reaches Str of 4, Still down -1 Dex magestorm: yes, a lightstorm! need start writing prose above for this...
one of you guys take it from there!
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The Red Condor shrieked at Sir Darvig in full wrath. Wings flapped storms of fire across the sky. "The Mage-God grows in power swifter than it appears to Paladine. This I know. A warning," Sargonnas told Darvigl, "for you to give to Paladine in your prayers."
“I will,” Darvig uttered.