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[ladybirdcrap]

Hey good job guys you actually fulfilled a mission of a post for once and nothing got set on fire? Wow gold star what special little sports you are. Okay so once you pick up and leave town after you stay the night you're on the road again, you're headed for a small village about a half day's walk. Take up your horses and your wagon and all that and hit the old oregon trail etc

Somewhere along your walking montage you'll pass a gathering of stones that look kind of out of place. You can stop to poke it if you're really bored but you're going to have to keep moving, so

[Mission: walking montage, poke things, be cool]

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[armedarchaeologist]

Hey, that gathering of stones looks kind of out of place...

[pretty much talking to his horse, since the horse is pretty much the only one that seems to be listening to him, and he's pretty sure he's imagining that because it's a horse and lacks the ability to interrupt him.

gently steers it in a stonely direction. he's getting better at horse.]

[armedarchaeologist]

[dismounts and goes to take a closer look. good horsey. stay.]

[mumbles something about karen and takes out his flashlight to shine under the narnia table thing.]

[scantilyclad]

Oh, look. The fool seeks to get left behind.

[armedarchaeologist]

[still squinting. is that a—?]

We're moving about ten miles an hour and leaving a trail a mile wide. I think I'll be fine.

[scantilyclad]

My, your rocks must be fascinating.

[armedarchaeologist]

They really are.

[they really aren't. there seems to be nothing there. but damned if he's going to turn around and tell morrigan as much now. no, he's got to find something interesting.

gives up on the space under the table and starts looking at the walls instead, which really are interesting. to him.]

[scantilyclad]

You speak untruth. 'Tis nothing here but stones, and lo! More stones.

[armedarchaeologist]

Yeah, but put here by who?

[crouches next to an inside wall and pokes at the cracks between the stones.]

Whom.

That's the interesting part. Not to mention when.

[scantilyclad]

If you love the ruins so, why do you not wed immediately and cease thy games?

[armedarchaeologist]

[stops.

turns to morrigan.

stares.]

Did you just Pee-wee Herman me?

[he's not offended, that's his speechless face.]

[scantilyclad]

[ does it look like she gets the reference. ]

[cabineyes]

[ left behind. ]

[ wakes up in a ditch with all of august's money. there's a flock of sheep eating grass right by his head. some are chewing on his hair. must have been a good night. ]

[andtrue]

[ elsewhere ]



[ where the hell is his money ]

[cabineyes]

[ the sheep are eating it. ]

[andtrue]

[ finds hook's hook in his pocket and a bill of sale ]

[crotchbite]

[are you two fucking serious

not part of any of this. sleeping in the wagon, fuck off world]

[cabineyes]

[ tries to shove the sheep away with the hook but ]

[ there's only a stump. ]

[andtrue]

[ woke up in a different wagon. that was a good night ]

[cabineyes]

The bloody....

[ slowly gets up, clinging to the money. apparently he's just outside the town where they left this morning. ]

[ oh mygod his head. ]

[ladybirdcrap]

[taking august to his chicken farm]

[andtrue]

[ this is not where he's supposed to be. ]

[cabineyes]

[ goodbye august. sucks to be you. ]

[ he's going to hit the road. ]

[ except he can't go without his hook. what now. ]

[andtrue]

[ jumps out the back of the chicken wagon and starts walking ]

[ladybirdcrap]

[rides past hook through a giant mud puddle]

[crotchbite]

[her head is going to murder her when she wakes up but for now blissful sleep while there is some sort of blood sacrifice investiGtion foing on]