Team Shift Happens
Previous Chapters:
It’s Go Time! - Starting Party 6 PM
Boldly Going / Through the Rift / Arrival in Jaduvira - Stage 0
When the Hell are We!? - Stage 0 Campsite
Out of His Damn Mind - Stage 0 Campsite
One Hot Night / Letters from the Past - Stage 0 Campsite
Over the Hill and Through the Woods - Stage 1
May the Moons have Mercy on Them - Stage 1 Campsite
Helpful Friends are Helpful - Stage 1 Campsite
Tune-ups and Tech Talks - Stage 1 Campsite
Jayde gave a grimace as he got up, his leg aching just a little after helping out Team Mravolinski-Chitco with their two burst tires and wounded teammate. He’d eaten some of his bread with a bit of dried meat, had some water, and now needed to answer a call of nature himself. He closed his eyes for a moment and let his magic flow just a little, gaining an awareness of where everyone was for a brief moment, mostly to make sure no one would be down-river, and that’s when he spotted something unusual. Someone laying over by the river, near where he’d thrown the branches of…
“Oh, no,” Jayde groaned. He headed straight for where he’d thrown the branches of the mercy bush, where he found one incapacitated dark-orange-furred Lombax laying there, a few quill-like leaves in his hand. Jayde sighed, picking up the branches and throwing them into the river to let the current carry them away, back toward Jaduvira, away from the camp, then stood there for several long seconds, trying to figure the best way to carry Malcolm back over to Team Oil Crisis. Magic was right out, as while he was strong in the mystical arts, levitation was one of the things he struggled the most with. Sure, he could do great feats of self-levitation at times, but others… He grimaced to himself as he remembered accidentally slamming the headmaster of Kamwerth Academy of the Arcane hard into the ceiling of the dueling room, when he’d merely intended to float him off of the mat long enough to prevent him dodging Jayde’s next spell. He didn’t need to send this poor Lombax into the stars, even if the high-altitude flight might sober him up.
With a grunt, Jayde spiked his staff into the dirt to hold it before he scooped up Malcolm and slung him over his left shoulder, unwilling to agitate the old wound on his right shoulder even though it had long ago healed. Answering a call of nature would simply have to wait. He turned toward the camp, grabbed his staff in his right hand and pulled it back out of the dirt, and in a rather loose interpretation of a fireman’s carry, brought Malcolm back over to his team.
(@TheYugo45GV Shall we work out your post in PM’s?)