Temple Run

"Fortunately, or unfortunately for you, the base here was chosen for its proximity to certain amounts of gases and native structures. The Captain thought it wise to issue the speeders to the other scout group which is travelling a greater distance in search of a native village. Your destination, from out intel, should only be about a days journey on foot."

The lieutenant swiped up on his datapad. "Apparently, the gas in question is safe to inhale for a short amount of time. If breathed for longer than five or ten minutes, it can induce headaches, severe migraines and hallucinations. At least, according to small scientific expedition before us. The color was bluish-yellowish from what the data says."

Rokarr almost seems bored by the whole conversation. "Temple, gas, profit. Got it." He draws the pistols at his side, twirling them before holding them easily in a ready stance. "Which way boss? I'll take point."

The Lieutenant takes Kikli's datapad and plugs in a few numbers. "There. That should give you an approximate pinpoint of where this temple is. Good luck!" He then directs the group to a sergeant who kits the group out with rations and basic equipment for what the sergeant called a "hike".

With rations in tow, the scouting group heads out into the damp and muggy forest. The ground was normally even and the underbrush did not pose too much of an obstacle. However, the steaming humidity of the area felt like a warm blanket that had over-stayed its welcome. The sun poked through the low-hanging roof of clouds that attached themselves to the tops of the trees. A few animals scampered away from the party. Those with keen eyes could even see a large boar-like animal that watched the group with disinterest.

Finally, after a good half day's march, the group could hear the sound of flowing water in the distant. Not long afterwards, the trees cleared and a small river came into view. According to the data the lieutenant gave on Kikli's datapad, the temple lay on the further side of the river.

The darting eyes of Tark, Kikli, and Rokar scan the area around the river. They see a spot where one could ford. However, at the very edge of their line of sight, a rope bridge could be seen. Attached to trees on either side of the river, the bridge swung precariously and looked like it had seen better days.