Nosferatus Family/Abbot/Roleplay8

A sweaty journey threw Madinas beutiful jungles

The road to Lawataling was not an easy one. Much of the roads where gone, covered in the thick jungle plantation Abbot's crew had been slashing threw for the whole day. Once in a while they encountered local tribes men who greeted the Madinans in amusement after seeing them sweat there hair off trying to bash a way threw the jungle. One of them would eventually turn Abbots crew from there straight line into a natural way around.

In a sense, one could enjoy it, the jungles of Lawataling and especially Panafau contained one of the most diverse flora and fauna in the continent. Abbot however, loathed it. Every part of his clothing was drenched in barrels of sweat, kept there by the extremely humid air, pressing down on any normal human with the weight of a hundred whales, and he didn't have to do any physical labor to achieve that. He was just standing, grasping what ever object was around him so he could lean against it, huffing and puffing like a noble horse after a long and un rewarding hunt for it's master. It was a torture.

They where on there way to defeat the small group of undead underworlders, teasing the coastal townlands of lawataling. When the Republican army arrived there with great anticipation of the coming battle, the undead where gone. For a moment Abbot could be heard from the back of the group cursing and screaming. But as quickly as he lost his temper he regained it and immediately ordered his scouts to spread and find where the group was heading.

"Sir Abbot, the report from your scouts sir." A messenger arrived with a small piece of Parchment. "Undead group, small, mostly skeleton like... bla bla bla... headin fer Panabuk... yer kiddin me....by 'er mercy..." Abbot mumbled. "Get me reports on Panabuk, what ever ye find, relay to Marshal Vallyn, NOW!"

Several hours later the orders arrived. "We aren't playin joker for 'er mercy's sake! I n't come 'ere threw this rottin jungle fer Shjit!" They where ordered to return the same way back, the whole 2 day, 2 way journey was for nothing. And with stampeding steps the army marched, and in Abbots case, crawled back in frustration.