The  swamp  west of Bowshot, North and west of  Razorhawk Village.

 Dras waits for the  resy of the group. Knowing   her brothers-in-blood would be slowed by the Humans that they had in tow.

 She jerked  around, for a moment , she though she  saw a small blueskined  humaniod...most certain she did..the  leaves were  still moving, or was that because of the slight breeze?

 The  smell of  the swamp carried  on each breeze...thick fetid smell of rotting  vegatation...growels of Night Hunters..and  splashes came  from both the river and the swamp  could be heard, as Natrue's Hunters were at worl

  It was said, only fools ventured near the swamp at night.....

She stood at the ready with her blades drawn, there wouldn't any reason to use her bow at this point, anything could come out quickly at her without any time to draw the string back. She stayed calm though looking around her every now and again, though her low light sight was fading a bit as the night became darker. "Hurry brother." she says to herself.

   In about  15 minutes  or  so the  group caught up to Dras. Ivy  will keep the watch, we eat cold tonight. get some sleep, as best you can, that we might move  out an hour before dawn... I am going to stay up awhiles, Ivy , Dras  and I..we will keep our eyes out for campfires...

  as the rgoup settles in..and things  get a bit  quiet, there is sounds or  rustling now and again, in the  brush  by the river bank, or in the  thick grasses andbushes  around them..Strange calls  will drift through the pitch black night, One cresant moon rising  , giving feeble  light, the other moon is New  and black.

  Haunting Cries that sound like people's voices, begging for aid, ...mournful sounds of Owls  and the  shrieks of Hunting Lizards and warm bloded creatures alike...and the tell tale sounds  of splashes in the wide Storm..as Hunters and Prey, play out thier stories...

She let out a sigh as they came near and shook her head some. As the night went she remained silent looking as each sound went off and stood for a moment to the human like cry.

Rolf puffs a bit as the catch up.  He wasn't used to anyone outpacing him, except for the woman who taught him the ways of the woods.  But after a few moments, his heart beats a bit slower and his breath evens out.  He didn't mind a cold dinner, as warm as it is about these woods.  Quietly munching his rations and taking the occasional swig from his skin, Rolf's ehes play over the others.  He still wasn't sure of them, but they'd proven themselves so far.

Settling down to his rest, his blade hilts held loosly in his hand, Rolf finds sleep a bit distant as he hears the distant voices.  He didn't feel any great need to go exploring.  He'd help someone if he came across them and they needed it, but it sounded too much like a trap to him.

Keshtheil was thankful for the magical energy that coursed thru him and he made note of checking each of the others once they got to the camp site. He did not need much to eat and he did not sleep like most did. He was taught the old ways of Reverie and followed it. He was not sure if Kree knew of this or not, but knew he had to let him. He walked over to Kree.

"I do not mean to be further a pest, than the lady seem to think I already am, but I will be needing time to refresh my magic. I also do not sleep; I practice Reverie and I just wished you to know, before hand."

  the  elf  nods, I hope your  reach Reverie, in these lands, it does not always  come. get the rest you can..however..be mindful, that most of our foes  do not care, if  we need rest!

Keshtheil nods.

"Is there a place you would like for me to be? I could stay close to the humans and if we are attacked provide a big of magical light for them."

  right now?  You know your  skills...place yourself where you think is god..try to have a rock at you back though...

She looks over to Kree in his conversation and grins a bit evilly. "More like a mountain..the beasts here hunt from the tops of large rocks." She laughed to herself as her attention moved back to the guard.

Keshtheil nodded to Kree and gave Dras a polite smile, then gave her a wink. If she wished to play him he would accomadate. He again made a mental note to himself and found a suitable place to refresh his magic.

Keshtheil knew that the crystal, on his staff could easily be used as his focus, for the different light spells he had. He would keep his stink cloud and magic missle, at the ready.

Keshtheil had finished his studying and slowly eased into the Reverie. It was, but a few moments, till he was once more home his faced buried deep in book. A sweet breeze  blew thru the trees carrying with it the smell of fresh flowers and the salt from the ocean.

Keshtheil kept reading when he felt a sting, in his ear. He had thought it was a bee sting, but felt it, in the other ear. He again felt the sting this time hitting him, in different places of his body. He now know that it was Teldenar. Keshtheil had once again out done him, in the studies and this was his payment, for such an act.

Keshtheil knew that if he retaliated, in kind it would only mean a beating for him, one that he would get sooner or later from him. It had been like that, for most of his time, on the island, but it was where he had been sent to study.

Keshtheil relived these torments over and over, as the Reverie went on, knowing that this was the way of the Reverie.

It was by the grace of Eta that Justin managed to keep pace with the others. Each mile which passed prompted a quiet prayer of gratitude from him. When at last Kree stopped they had rejoined the drow. Justin quickly found a suitable stone he could sit one that allowed him to both recover from the last 5 miles and give thanks. Within the half hour he had completed his devotion and set about enquiring if any of the others needed provisions for the night. Sharing a portion of his own to those who did not then moving to the next. As the others ate he sat vigil listening to the night sounds which abound. Adjusting to the moonlight glow he was able to tell the others had consumed their evenmeal, enabling him to partake himself.

With eyes closed and head lowered he thanked Eta for this day, her provisions and protection for all throughout the night. He then partook of his portion, loosed his armour and was quickly asleep sword and shield in hand against possible surprise
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   Slowy, at the  far east of thier little  camp, Ivy rises. His bow moves  smoothly up as his arm comes back with the shaft nocked. Once he stands....he is motionless for a second or two, then the  Thrummm of  the arrow and a Sharpe Cry of anguish COUSIN!


  Kree is  up, in a moment his  Bow brought back even as he stands, his elven eyes  searching the dark.............

  branches  and Brush Move. small squeeking sounds, like  a language, yet..not...

Keshtheil hears the cry of Ivyain and fights for a moment against the Reverie to bring himself out of it. Once he does it is another moment or two he is aware of what is going on.

Keshtheil blinks a few times to get his eyes acclimated to the darkness, as well as gather himself and began searching it. He instantly had his spells ready in his  mind.

"Say the word, if light is needed."