Makisig picks a spot among the roots of an ancient balete tree for your camp, but not before the tikbalang leads the group in paying your respects to the forest spirits that dwell there. Once permission is granted, you all settle down for the night.
Makisig points out a distant peak outlined by a dull orange glow - a sure sign, he says, of the goat-men slashing and burning the forest, desecrating the mountain.
"The kalding are vicious fighters, relying on savagery and overwhelming numbers rather than skill. The berserkers fight with axe and spear. The archers employ foul poisons brewed by their shamans."
Makisig inspects Baracus' greataxe and sword with genuine curiosity and respect, taking great interest in the stories behind each weapon.
"My weapons have been taken from me, else I would show you the kris and the balbeg. The tikbalang are bred for war, but we fight with more than just weapons and martial skill. We dance the war dance, an offering to the sky gods and the diwata, engkanto, and anito - nature spirits. The spirits of our ancestors ennoble us as well. And we have these." he points to the tattoos that cover most of his torso, each of which is a magical talisman to aid in battle.
Ybus: It's amazing! You don't get sleepy at all! But it does get real boring real fast. Thoughts of grilled
isaw set your stomach grumbling.
Baracus: During your watch, you see lights flitting about in the woods. Fireflies? Will-o-the-wisp? They linger for a time then drift off and nothing comes of it until your watch ends and it's time to wake Erden.
Erden: Makisig takes the second watch with you. It's getting colder and colder. A falling star streaks across the sky to the north.
Urban: Your watch passes uneventfully. Wormtail and Wormtongue stare at you throughout. It gets colder and colder. By the end of your watch a fog has rolled in.
Rydler: Without a fire, the fog chills you to the bone. You feel certain you are being watched, but nothing unusual happens until day breaks and the fog lifts.
OOC:
Will have more later, but feel free to roleplay your fire-less breakfast or whatever.
