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The Ravager of the World (Lord DreamCrusher x Evendur)

Being slow to react at this point cost Ul-Ruk some of his blood as the jaws managed to snag on his flank and tear into his thick hide. The blow, although a glancing one, was still plenty powerful and sent his reeling momentarily while he struggled to find his footing. Cael gave him just the time he needed by slipping past the creature's side after enhancing his strength once again and, in a situation like this against a larger beast, Ul-Ruk immediately unshackled his mind to allow the bloodrage to wash over him and enhance him further.

"Raaawh! You attack me!? I'll rip out your entrails!" Even with his rage the centaur was still able to tie the rope off around his right arm on muscle memory alone, still that wasn't likely to matter much considering her was already engaged in melee with the creature. His fighting style might be simple and brutish but few could argue that it wasn't effective as he laid into the large creature without hesitation, thrusting out with his large harpoon and throwing forward kicks of his heated horseshoes. Cael's mere presence behind the beast helped to overwhelm its defenses but even without aid Ul-Ruk was a terrifying opponent.


21 hits his flat footed. Takes 18 damage after DR. Ouch.

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Free action Rage (+16 hp puts him back to 91/109, Again not editing the maximum health on my sheet but am keeping the current health up to date)
Free action draw his harpoon
Full round attack

Harpoon 1 (Power Attack): [1d20+16]=15+16=31 (Forgot Flanking so +2)
Damage: [2d6+26]=6+26=32

Harpoon 2: [1d20+11]=3+11=14 (Forgot Flanking so +2)

Hoof 1: [1d20+12]=12+12=24 (Flanking included already)
Damage: [1d6+12]=5+12=17 +1 Fire

Hoof 2: [1d20+12]=13+12=25
Damage: [1d6+12]=6+12=18 +1 Fire

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Because of Rage, AC is 22
 
The large beast roars back in rage as only the second harpoon attack doesn't find purchase in the beast's hide. It starts bleeding heavily from Ul-Ruk's attacks. But then, it has the chance to attack back.

Only the bite finds his flesh again, the claw attacks missing the smaller creature.

For Cael's part, he lets loose a burst of healing energy that seals Ul-Ruk's wounds but not their attacker's.

Bite Attack 1d20+13=24
Damage 2d8+9=20
Selective Channel Energy 3d6=14
 
The claws were easy to duck and dodge but that bite was just impossible to ignore. The size of the creature's jaws meant that it could snap up in such a large area, it made avoidance all but impossible for Ul-Ruk to manage so instead he had to just take the hit and force himself through it. Thankfully Cael's magic helped to mitigate the majority of the bite, repairing the stripped flesh from his equine half, but that also meant the anumus wasn't contributing towards the killing of the beast either.

"Think you're going to eat me?! I'll kill you! I tear you apart with my bare hands! I'll drink your blood!" Not necessarily truths but, while the rage consumed his being, he had little control over anything except dealing pain, punishment, and death. It was odd to consider the duality of his lawful nature and the chaos of his combat but he tended to hold just enough awareness back to prevent accidents, to keep himself in-check. Here and now though? Well, this creature had tried to bite off more than it could chew as the centaur continued to throw brutally accurate and powerful strikes with relentless pacing.

He takes 18 damage but heals 14 of that for a net of -4.

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Harpoon 1: [1d20+18]=16+18=34
Damage: [2d6+26]=6+26=32

Harpoon 2: [1d20+13]=15+13=28
Damage: [2d6+26]=8+26=34

Hoof 1: [1d20+12]=7+12=19

Hoof 2: [1d20+12]=20+12=32
Crit Confirm: [1d20+12]=16+12=28
Damage: [2d6+24]=9+24=33 +2 Fire
 
And almost as quickly as the fight began, the monstrously powerful Centaur had slain a beast twice his size with furious harpoon blows and hoof stomps. Cael rounds the beast the other side once it slumps over and dies, and winces at the teethmarks he sees in his Master's torso. "That was excellent Master! You slew such a massive beast with really no help from me, save a minor enchantment and a little healing. You are definitely worthy of service." Cael complimented the larger male.

"Oh! I forgot! I have an ability where I can establish a magic link between us where if you're hurt, it will transfer that pain and hurt to me, healing you! I didn't really use it when I was mortal, but that body was frail. My new body can heal itself, and so, may I please always take your pain away Master? It will allow me to conserve healing spells for more crucial moments." The equine male offers, establishing the link unless the centaur refuses.

Setting up Life Link between Cael and Ul-Ruk. If Ul-Ruk is hurt, at the start of Cael's turn, he'll take 5 damage (or less if not hurt that much), and Ul-Ruk heals the same amount.
 
there was still burning anger in Ul-Ruk's eyes as Cael rounded the fallen beast and exclaimed his adoration. However he focused his willpower back and began to pant with fatigue from the short battle, shaking free of the rage and coming around to his full mental capacities once more to the point that he could process what the effeminate male said to him. "Haa...there's a reason I survived...hah...leaving my tribe."

At the mention of this new ability, or rather an ability that Cael just remembered, the centaur nodded his approval without speaking and allowed the invisible tether between them to snap into existence. Although Ul-Ruk couldn't really sense the connection, since he was not versed in the ways of magic, what he could feel was the pain of his wounds leaving his body as if being gently pulled away from his flesh. It really didn't take any effort to notice Cael's reaction as similar wounds appeared on his body in, more or less, the same locations. The horse boy was too busy moaning and cooing his enjoyment of the suffering during the process for it to be any secret.

This process was somewhat slow compared to other healing magic yet it was still far improved over more natural healing. Nearly half a minute later his body was almost back to normal while Cael looked a fair bit worse for wear, exactly as he liked it now because of his corruption. "A useful ability considering your near-inability to die. You get to enjoy my pain while keeping me alive...and I don't have to make any effort to reward you otherwise." Once more the centaur cleaned his harpoon before storing it upon his back. This time though, instead of trying to loot the corpse of the beast, he pulled free his large dagger and began to poke and prod at the corpse in seeking the best place to begin butchering it. "No point in wasting the body. Magical food is ever-replenishing but lacks the raw substance of a freshly-hunted meal. Maybe some of these plates could be useful for later as well."

Fatigued for 4 rounds.

Drops to 71 after Rage ends.

Over 4 rounds Ul-Ruk heals 20hp and Cael suffers 20hp of damage. Ul-Ruk remains at 2 HP below his maximum.

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Survival (to butcher/harvest the Bulette): [1d20+11]=20+11=31

Pfft, of course this is where he nat 20's lmao
 
"Mmmmh..." Cael groans sensually as bite marks appear on his body as they leave Ul-Ruk's, his hands rubbing his body through his very revealing armor, though, he was a little sad when the pain only lasted for a minute or so, before both of them were healed enough. It hadn't been much use to him beforehand, as he hadn't really wanted to take the pain of others as his own, but, now as an extreme masochist, the opportunity was wonderful. "Thank you Master, I'm glad you approve!" He said, as they pair harvested meal and materials from the bulette.

With a fire made, they stopped for a meal from Ul-Ruk's fresh kill. "Do you need anything attended to before we move on, Master?" Cael asks once the meal was finished and their bellies full.

So, Cael basically loses 2 HP net every time this abilty procs. So, he'd be down 8hp for a few rounds before he healed it back up.
 
The butchering went very well despite not knowing anything about the creature. Intuition guided his hands as he made the cuts and peeled away the flesh from the muscle underneath, carefully saving the plating and doing his best to scrape away the underside of any lingering blood and tissue for long-term storage. A lot of the meat was thick and tough but the parts underneath the plating were soft and tender, particularly juicy after he set up a makeshift spit and cooked it over a nice campfire. There was far too much to travel with but, after the meal tonight, Ul-Ruk figured he could tuck away enough meat for a few more days worth of eating.

"A shame to leave so much of it behind but I'm sure the local predators will make short work of it. It's good meat, though probably beyond the capabilities of the rest of my kind to hunt." He shook his head again at how weak they were, barely better than humans in the grand scheme of things. Still, he didn't linger on that too long since this was a day of days. Once the meal was wrapping up Cael asked about any other needs he might have, dutiful little slave as he was to care about his master at all times. Taking a long swig from his waterskin filled with mead, Ul-Ruk considered for a few moments but ultimately felt sated enough for the time being. After all he'd fucked Cael's throat, fucked Kolvori's pussy, ass, and throat, and that was just today. Not to say that he couldn't go a few more rounds if he felt up to it but rather to say that he felt comfortable enough to not push the matter and would rather continue on for what hours remained of the daylight. But then, there was one thing.

"You thirsty Cael? I've seen you eying my waterskin. This one's not filled with water though but rather mead. Alcohol has always been a sweet spot for me, takes the edge off in large enough quantities but otherwise I just like the taste; sometimes the burn. Drink too much alcohol though and it goes right through you. I haven't pissed since this morning before I found you. I could water the plants but I rather like the idea of you trying to chug it straight from the tap." He relaxed his muscles to allow his cock to flop down slowly from his sheath, the sheer size always drew the eye and he knew it. This time it wasn't a command but more of a question. He could force the issue if he chose to of course, but the centaur was more interested in testing the boundaries of Cael's appreciation towards his newfound master. In the wild animals used urine to mark their territory through scent, to warn others to stay away or even to claim their sexual partners. In so-called civilization however these things were considered horribly taboo, disgusting even. His own tribe shied away from the idea even when regular horses often tasted the urine of their females to know when they were in heat. He was curious as to how Cael would react to the idea when it wasn't posed in an order.
 
"Well, it's not so bad to leave it behind. If anyone were trying to track us, they'd see this carcass and know that Ul-Ruk the Ravager is not to be trifled with. Adored yes, but not trifled with." Cael replied with a nod as he helped pack the meat away that they were going to take with them for their trip, having finished consuming what they could today. The centaur had been through a eventful day, so, he wasn't sure if the larger male might need some stress relief.

"Ah, yes Master, I was eyeing it, though, now that I know it's alcohol, that's less what I wanted. I'd be happy to drink your piss if you wish Master, but that's not as much my thing, if I'm being honest with you. More in for pain and torture than a golden bath of acrid yellow." He replied as he released his armor, and wearing just his thong and self-imposed chain collar, he knelt underneath the large male, and took that fat cock in both hands. His soft lips pressed against the head where the piss slit was, ready for that likely large bladder to be released.
 
Interesting to hear that there were still preferences to be had within Cael's mind. Oh certainly he realized that pain was the big interest of the horse boy, it was near all he wished to talk about in regards to pleasure, but it seemed that the willingness to serve overrode everything else at least to a neutral value. Cael might not enjoy being urinated on, or consuming piss, but he would obey without question for the sake of his master. In this case, despite not having been a direct order, the anumus still stripped down and moved into position to prove this as a truth.

Ul-Ruk considered dismissing him to the side since he was not exactly in the mood that demanded humiliation or punishment so to speak but ultimately he decided to go through with the act at least this once just in case the smaller male was bluffing about his level of commitment. Ul-Ruk didn't think he was by this point but he still wanted to try and quell any lingering doubts about the loyalty of his new pet. "Well, this time I desire you to prove your commitment to me. This might not bring you pleasure but you exist for my benefit, you are nothing but a tool for my benefit. I may or may not require this of you again...for now you'll prove to me once more of your drive to serve." He left the door open for the future but truly didn't think it likely, after all he enjoyed the act of urination as a humiliating one and for Cael it was just neutral. Perhaps if his partner liked it then things would be different but, for now, that had not come up in his experience.

Feeling the hands gripping his flaccid shaft, which was still nearly just as thick as always, and the lips pressed against his tip in anticipation Ul-Ruk began to relax himself to allow the liquid to flow. It was a little more difficult to accomplish this time considering the touch of his slave yet, after a few calm moments, the first trickle of his hot piss washed over Cael's tongue to bathe in in the swampy, acrid sensation that was the centaur's own special blend. The trickle soon grew in force to a steady stream and then to a gushing deluge that was impressive to those familiar with the common horse. Indeed, unless Cael stuffed the dick into his throat, there was practically no chance that he could swallow as fast as the piss came in his direction. Golden was perhaps incorrect of an assessment though as Ul-Ruk was decently hydrated, perhaps more a blend between clear and yellow in truth.

Due to the centaur's eating habits for the day the taste was bitter from the remnants of the alcohol that his body couldn't process but, beyond that, there was a distinct note of his musky scent that was processed and blended into the fluids. Just like other animals would mark their territory, so too could Ul-Ruk in a way that was possibly enjoyable considering it nearly matched the heavy scent of his groin in flavor. All in all the centaur would have roughly a full gallon of fluids to drain into the femboy's mouth, or to spill down his chest or onto the ground, before he was finished. The whole act would take maybe half a minute or so but for many it might feel like a small eternity.
 
"Yes Master, understood, I will do my best to swallow your piss and prove my adoration and devotion to your and your cause." He replied pleasantly as he walked over and then got down under the horse. His built in obedience to his creator would have him go through with whatever the centaur wished, but, yes, he did have preferences and such beyond that. He was not a succubus, those sluts would do anything for their sexual crack. He did not find it humiliating, devils rarely found things mortals would call taboo to be taboo.

The equine femboy grunted softly as the strongly flavoured bladder brew washed over his tongue, warm and rough in his throat, kind of like how Ul-Ruk described the alcohol that had created it. Cael did his best to swallow, but it quickly started splashing down his front as he was unable to keep up with the flow. It marked him well and good with the larger male's musky scent, yellowing the fur on his chest as it soaked into it. It washed all the way down his front, even as he basically constantly swallowed, but the ample stream was too much for the smaller male to handle properly.

Once he was finished, he coughed and sputtered, before making his way out from under his Master. "Thank you Master for letting me tend to your needs again. Shall we be off?" He asked as he picked up his armor, but didn't put it on, planning on carrying it for a little bit until his fur dried.
 
The relief of draining a full bladder was always wonderful and he did, slightly, enjoy the fact that he'd made Cael drink of his waste and allow it to coat his short coat. Ultimately though there was little gratification beyond the relief but it was harder than ever to doubt the anumus. Ul-Ruk gave a respectful but curt nod of approval as the smaller male rose and questioned about their plan of action. "Yes, let us use what remains of the daylight in travel. Let the piss soak into your fur though, I want you to reek of me for days to come." That part of the activity was a boon he enjoyed. As someone who aspired to the more primitive and savage ways of life, Ul-Ruk did enjoy claiming his partners in many ways. Marking them with piss or cum was one, branding was another, and perhaps adorning them with specialty collars or jewellery of sorts could be another. He wanted others to know who belonged to him. Dominance and submission was the way of the natural world.
 
The equine knew his master was large, and would therefore have a larger bladder, but it still seemed impressive how much urine he had stored inside his body. The overflow started to dry and mat his fur a bit, as that large penis retracted now that its business was done. "Yes Master, understood." Cael replied as he chose to carry his armor until things dried, the chains covering him like a bikini might in the mean time as the pair continued on their speedy trek north.

As they headed up into the mountainous borderlands, it occurred to Cael that Ul-Ruk may not exactly know where he's going, as they had been traveling for a while, and he'd never mentioned a city, or anything like that as a destination for them. as things started to grow dark, they could hear loud, powerful clanging, and once again the earth rumbled. "I swear I didn't kick anything this time!" The Anumus said, having redressed in his armor at this point.
 
Ul-Ruk reached for his harpoon on instinct this time, thinking another of those creatures had appeared to challenge them, but this time the sounds were different. The light was fading and night would soon be upon them, they'd need to camp and rest for the night, but they couldn't leave a potential threat just looming nearby without ensuring their own relative safety. "Shut up." He snapped as he listened to the sound in more detail, trying to pick out the direction it was coming from and perhaps how far away it was.

Survival (nagivation): [1d20+11]=15+11=26

Rolled this late I suppose but yeah, he doesn't have a specific destination in mind but is moreso going off of what he heard from the last village he stopped in. That should be enough to keep him heading in roughly the right direction hopefully.

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Perception: [1d20+14]=11+14=25
 
Cael quieted down, and Ul-Ruk was able to tell that things were about 80ft away to the left, truly thunderous blows to echo so far away.

How do you approach?
 
Stealth was not in his nature but he had to at least try to be quiet while investigating this noise. Having picked out the direction, Ul-Ruk gestured to Cael to follow him as he slowly and carefully began creeping towards the source of the disturbance. His curiosity was piqued but also he was right to be cautious, he had no idea what was making such a loud and thunderous reverberation to shake the ground as such. Better to try and learn the source before choosing to burst forth in a proud display.

Stealth: [1d20+1]=12+1=13
 
The pair approached and saw what what a large humanoid covered in flames fighting another large humanoid covered in a cold aura. The fiery sword clanged against the icy axe as the pair continued to battle. The flaming giant seemed to notice both Ul-Ruk and Cael, and the appearance of what appeared to be a similarly aligned creature seemed like a boon. The frost giant however did not notice them, and was not distracted by the arrival of the two interlopers.

With the inadvertent distraction, the frost giant slew his antithesis with his Axe, and, panting with some effort, turned around to see what his foe had looked at so eagerly. "Allies of Flimbar?! You die next!" He roared with a frosty rage, raising his ice-slicked axe, ready for a new fight.

Cael Stealth[1d20+5]=19+5=24

Roll for intiative!

Cael Initiative[1d20+5]=6+5=11

Giant Initiative[1d20-1]=14-1=13
 
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The fight was impressive and he had no intention of stepping into it without more context, however fate seemed to decree that it was being thrust upon him regardless as the icy giant turned to challenge them under false pretenses. "I have no idea who you are talking about but if you want to die then feel free to step right up." Ul-Ruk drew his harpoon and tied off the rope to his right arm, ready to stare down yet another conflict during this long day. After a dry spell of relative boredom it was difficult to complain about opportunities for action but these couldn't all just be random coincidences surely?

Initiative: [1d20+3]=15+3=18

Not sure what's going to happen in regards to turn order or the giant's response. That said, if Ul-Ruk goes before the giant then he's going to ready an action to throw his harpoon when the Giant gets to 20ft away (the limit of his first range increment).
 
"Haha! You look like man with horse stuffed up his ass! Me help you two separate!" The large, frosty man says as he steps forward, ready with his axe, striding confidently towards his new opponents. He gets within Ul-Ruk's preferred throwing range easily.
 
Clearly this creature was not the most intelligent of beings, so be it. He steadied his hand as the giant man charged towards him and, once the distance was just right, Ul-Ruk threw the harpoon forward. His target was large but still armored so his accuracy was important, though as he released the weapon and watched it sail forward it looked and felt good to his sensibilities.

He's not currently raging because he wasn't certain if the Giant would continue to attack.

Harpoon throw (Power Attack): [1d20+12]=12+12=24
Damage: [2d6+14]=6+14=20
 
The frost giant does not seem impressed with the harpoon as it slices into his left arm. He roars with frosty breath and closes the gap into melee, for him at least, there was still space for Ul-Ruk or Cael to close for them to hit in melee. The femboy Kyton follows the same strategy as the fight with the Bulette. He strengthens his Master, and then bolts for the other side of the frost giant.

The giant's sweeping axe connects with Cael, knocking the wind out of him from such a vicious blow. "Aaagh! That axe is so chilly!" The equine complained as he limped to set up a flank.

Cast Bull's Strength Defensively = 28 Success

AoO vs Cael = 23

Damage = 19
 
His throw did land and draw blood but the way it deflected off the side of the creature only dug out a small gash rather than sinking in for better effect. In the meantime he was now left without a weapon in hand, though not for long in any case as he worked to pull the rope and retrieve his harpoon. The effort didn't take much time before it was back in his grip, though it did hamper his ability to capitalize on the presence of the foe that was now in range to swing with that hefty axe, as evidenced by Cael taking a hit as he moved once more to flank.

Carefully he trotted forward just enough to bring himself into reach while he tapped into his primal fury once more, shouting with anger before he thrust out towards the creature's midsection. "Rrrrraaagh! You can't stop me! None can stop me!" Ul-Ruk was tall but this individual was about double his stature so his best opportunities were going to be against the thighs and stomach, not that the location much mattered to him so long as he could work to bring the giant down.

Move Action to retrieve Harpoon
5ft step forward
Free Action to Rage
Standard action to attack.

Harpoon (Power Attack): [1d20+18]=6+18=24 (Included flanking already)
Damage: [2d6+26]=6+26=32


AC is 22
 
The frost giant grunts in pain as the harpoon finds purchase, but, giants have a lot of blood to lose, and he wasn't bleeding out very quickly at all from the wounds Ul-Ruk had already inflicted. "I can stop you, Puny Pony Man!" The giant challenges back as he brings his Axe down twice on Ul-Ruk. It finds purchase each time, cleaving into the muscular centaur.

Cael moans as the bond transfers pain to him, taking it away from his Master. He channels his divine energy to heal the both of them, since he could do that safely while in the Giant's reach.

Giant Attack 1 = 30
Damage = 21
Giant Attack 2 = 29
Damage = 17

Selective Channel Energy = 13
 
He tried to avoid the blows of that axe but the sheer size made it a daunting task. That, and the anger he tapped into made him a bit more concerned about dishing out punishment rather than protecting himself in the heat of the moment. A chunk of his flesh was cleaved right off his backside before it swung around and caught him in the side, driving a deep gash into him that was only slightly lessened by the toughness of his hide. Thankfully Cael's healing and link were both there to mitigate these strikes, helping him recover almost back to full capacity so that he could return the favor.

Shaking off the pain and focusing through the red haze, Ul-Ruk stamped his hooves and rushed forward stabbing once with his harpoon towards the creature's thighs then spinning the weapon around and orienting it upwards towards the stomach where he forced himself into a rear to add more momentum into the thrust. The result was devastating as he refuted the creature's claims in the most violent way. "No, you cannot!"


Okay so he was at 107 because of rage.
-Then he takes...19+15=34 damage to drop him down to 73.
-Then Cael's turn transfers 5 damage from Ul-Ruk to Cael to bring him up to 78
-Then Cael channels for 13 to bring him up to 91/109

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Harpoon 1: [1d20+18]=5+18=23
Damage: [2d6+26]=4+26=30

Harpoon 2: [1d20+13]=20+13=33
Critical Confirm: [1d20+13]=12+13=25
Damage (Ouch Time): [6d6+78]=21+78=99

Grapple Check (Why Not?): [1d20+16]=15+16=31 (Holy hell I grappled the frost giant with my Harpoon lmao)

Raging Grappler applies to automatically deal damage on a successful Grapple Initiation
Automatic Hoof Damage: [1d6+12]=4+12=16 +1 Fire

Hoof 1: [1d20+12]=6+12=18

Hoof 2: [1d20+12]=3+12=15
 
Cael watched as his Master showed off his Doctorate in Battlefield Debates, and saw the frost giant grunt in pain as the first blow hit a similar place to the first. Then he saw the harpoon squelch through the large, cold male, as the centaur showed off his bestial strength once more. It also gave Cael ideas for later, like being target practice for his Master's harpoon throwing.

The light left the giant's eyes before the hooves trampled him, but, it didn't hurt to be extra safe.

"Wow Master! You're unstoppable!" Cael said with adoration, not giving himself any credit for keeping the burly male in fighting conditions.

Over the rest of the night, the Life Link and Regeneration will heal you both to full. There is not much treasure besides a large sized great sword, and similarly sized greataxe.

You both get 3200 XP
 
Ul-Ruk grunted from the strain of holding up the giant upon his harpoon but wanted to watch the realization hit the creature's eyes, staring to see the moment it realized that the centaur was something that never should have been fucked with. He saw it and smiled, that little mote of light that quickly faded as the life ebbed from the body and left nothing but a corpse. The giant learned the lesson, though it was far too late to do it any good, and with that Ul-Ruk grunted as he flipped the body over and ripped his harpoon free from the stomach to mark the end of the fight. As was always the case when he tapped into his primal rage, he was panting and tired for the moment but the sensation would quickly fade and he'd return more or less to normal.

"He underestimated his opponent, that was his downfall. His strength was mighty but his mind was not sharp." He looked to the body of the other individual, the one that had previously been made of flames, and continued. "There will likely be more in the coming days. Those ones..." He pointed the bloody weapon towards the fiery one. "...might be reasonable, but we can't know for certain until we meet another. Come, there's nothing here for us. We find a secluded spot and bed down for the night, hope nothing catches us off-guard."

Survival (to find a protective campsite): [1d20+11]=15+11=26

Will establish watches during the night. Ul-Ruk will stay up first, then wake Cael for the second watch. Trusting his eyes in the darkness more than the horseboy's.
 
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