Faerie Big Adventure, Update #5

Terra Sanctum--Monster free? Wrong again! They found Shalia, comatose and near death, quite a ways from the campsite. Something obviously had attacked her during the night. As soon as she was healed, the bickering began.

"We should proceed on the Sea of Harmony and explore the northern regions," Morchella suggested.
"Sea of Harmony, my butt. Nothing but Wyvern's nests. Besides, we need to return the boat," offered Tir.
"Oh, yeah. Well, then what."
"Westward across land to the other side.'

Camping in Snake country can be quite alarming. The Faeries had just dispatched a, what?, "gang" of Snakes, "platoon" of Snakes? It needn't matter. It was dark, they were tired, and quite lost again. Faeries are not morning beings. But fear is a great motivator.
"We need to get out of Snake country."
"Well, actually, this is tecnically Spider country."
"What! Spiders! I hate Spiders."

Within seconds the Faeries were on their way. Track, move, and hide. They reached a boat landing, fell off a few cliffs, and found a cave entrance. Mercifully short, the cave emptied the Faeries into a Marble building. Now more disoriented than usual, they discussed the magic items and gold that they would retrieve from this prize. At least until they ventured outside and were met by vendors hawking very familiar wares.

After backtracking through the cave, the discovered an isolated section of beach and declared it the "Faerie Party Beach." They camped with the soul-cleansing attitude of "no immediate plans."

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> Terra Sanctum--Monster free? Wrong again! They found Shalia, comatose and near death, quite a ways from the campsite. Something obviously had attacked her during the night. As soon as she was healed, the bickering began. > "We should proceed on the Sea of Harmony and explore the northern regions," Morchella suggested. > "Sea of Harmony, my butt. Nothing but Wyvern's nests. Besides, we need to return the boat," offered Tir. > "Oh, yeah. Well, then what." > "Westward across land to the other side.' > Camping in Snake country can be quite alarming. The Faeries had just dispatched a, what?, "gang" of Snakes, "platoon" of Snakes? It needn't matter. It was dark, they were tired, and quite lost again. Faeries are not morning beings. But fear is a great motivator. > "We need to get out of Snake country." > "Well, actually, this is tecnically Spider country." > "What! Spiders! I hate Spiders." > Within seconds the Faeries were on their way. Track, move, and hide. They reached a boat landing, fell off a few cliffs, and found a cave entrance. Mercifully short, the cave emptied the Faeries into a Marble building. Now more disoriented than usual, they discussed the magic items and gold that they would retrieve from this prize. At least until they ventured outside and were met by vendors hawking very familiar wares. > After backtracking through the cave, the discovered an isolated section of beach and declared it the "Faerie Party Beach." They camped with the soul-cleansing attitude of "no immediate plans."
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