"Meesha would be quiet sed eef she was prostitute and could eh, how you say? Hef no beesness? That would really break Meesha's balls." she admitted sadly.

“Hahaha, yes that would ‘bust my balls’ too”  she replies in a full blown laughter. 

Barkas jumps in on the joke, a little late.  "Hah!  That would be a sight to see!  Sounds dangerous!  Could hurt someone!  Whoa!"  He locks eyes with Misha again and looks away.  Then he wanders up to her and starts to talk to her again.

"So you really would be killed if you didn't do as ordered?  No second chances?  Do you ever think about... acting on your own?  Is that even possible?  I follow Muamman Duathal, if I ever stray from his will I feel my powers fade at times, if I strayed too far I guess he could could light up my ass with a bolt of lightening, but ... somehow I don't think that he would.  Do you ever dream of - following your own path?"

Barkas looks up at Misha, it had just come out of his mouth after such a harrowing experience.  "Well, see, we men have nuts.  Balls.  And um... well when you get kicked in the balls, it really hurts.  A nutcracker is someone who, in a manner of speaking, busts your balls.  Proverbially hits you in the nuts.  So a son of a nutcracker is a son of a... well a son of a ball buster.  I know this is strange and hard to explain.  Are the any ball busters on Acheron?  Will Bane "bust your balls" so to speak if you don't do his will?"  He pauses at this and eyes Misha...Listening to Barkas move through the explanation a ball buster

Kel just shakes his head.  "You never fail to surprise me Barkas, I find I stand in anticipation of what wisdom you will bestow upon us favored companions next."  Kel says, giving him a big smile.

"So you really would be killed if you didn't do as ordered?  No second chances?  Do you ever think about... acting on your own?  Is that even possible?  I follow Muamman Duathal, if I ever stray from his will I feel my powers fade at times, if I strayed too far I guess he could could light up my ass with a bolt of lightening, but ... somehow I don't think that he would.  Do you ever dream of - following your own path?"

Misha gets serious for a second, looking off in the distance as if staring down a most hated enemy.

"Een zeh War against Hell, there ees no second chance. There ees no hesitation. There ees no fear. Thees ees only zeh Command. Meesha leestens. Meesha obeys. I was not created to..how you say? Follow own path. Meesha not know what thees ees. No. There ees only the Programming. Eet ees the way of the Primes. Glory. Honor. Conquering our enemies without hesitation."

Kel is pretty sure he recognizes the look on Barkas' face as he gazes at Misha.  Ah, my poor man, you sight your arrow at the wrong target.  That beautiful woman has but one love from which she will never stray.   He thinks to himself.

As what accounts for daylight in this gray, mud-soaked land begins to wane, it's not hard to find the tracks of the Khaasta troop that marched through this area. Daetris easily spots what appears to be the footsteps of a large group and a heavily loaded wagon carving a trail away from the gateway you all entered. A bigger issue, though, is the acrid rain has begin to fall and your group realizes that your latest escapade started after midnight despite what time it appears now. As the adrenaline wanes, the yawns begin to escape your mouths. 

What's next?

Barkas turns and despite the events a yawn escapes him.  “Seems that I’m more tired than I was aware, after the adrenaline wears off.  Anywhere we could camp and rest?  We can take watch in shifts, all of us need to rest and recover.”

Barkas takes in Misha’s words and is chewing on them, nods in reply, but keeps thinking of possibilities, ways that she could be freed from what he sees as a strict servitude. He knows that she was meant to come help us in this quest from a far off place, his maps foretold that, but in this way?  Bane?

As the Adrenaline starts wearing off, Ada starts to realize how tired she actually is - the events of the evening, or should I say day, have taken its toll.  Seeing the rain start to come down, she looks up at the sky and mumbles "this is dreadful." She desperately tries to cover a yawn as she replies to Barkas "Yes, I know I could use a good rest before moving on... I'm feeling rather spent at the moment."

"Meesha take first watch." she suggested, but had no idea where to rest, and left that up to the more clever or intellectual members of the party.

"I agree, a rest is in order.  I will take second watch."  Kel says, looking around for somewhere that might give them some cover from the rain.

Barkas says "It is agreed then.  I'll take 3rd watch.  Let me look for somewhere good for us to camp, protection from the rain and hidden (if possible), in a suitable spot."

Survival :  9

((srysly?))

"Meesha prefer not to sleep een outhouse, Barkas, my friend." she said, smirking at you. "Let us try a leetle harder."

 Looking over at Daetris Ada says "Daetris and I can take the last watch.... I hope you don't mind me volunteering you, do you?" She says 

Barkas says "It is agreed then.  I'll take 3rd watch.  Let me look for somewhere good for us to camp, protection from the rain and hidden (if possible), in a suitable spot."

"I'll help you look around." Ada volunteers

Survival: 20

 "How about over here... it looks like it's not so muddy here and it's a short ways off the path... seems to be protected enough by those boulders as well."

Now that the domed structure has completed its collapse, with Ada's help, the party is able to find a semi-dry, semi-solid place to camp for the night at the cliff's base. It's an uneasy night of rest, no dangers present themselves, but the constant sounds of the mud shifting, odd animal noises and the otherwise foreign terrain keep everyone one edge. At some point in the night, the rain stops and the clouds break a bit, offering Barkas a moment to gaze up at his beloved stars. Sadly, the normally comforting act leaves the druid even more distraught.

He does not recognize any of the stars.

Morning comes and you are met with a hot, humid day. 

Kel stands and stretches, his muscles stiff from the unforgiving ground and poor night of sleep.  "At least it is no longer raining."  He notes as he rummages in his pack for some rations, ripping a bite off the jerky he pulls out.  "How is everyone else this, well, decent morning?"  He asks after finishing his bite.

Barkas stretches after a long rest, feeling better, but yet not so well.  He is alarmed at the change in the star pattern.  "Nothing aligns!  What kind of place is this?  I am totally discombobulated.  I can't give you any of my _famous_ sage advice.  I'm lost like the rest of you lot."  As he is saying this as you all wake up and stir he is walking around in circles, waving his arms and gesticulating.

Upon Ada volunteering both of them for the last watch, Daetris just shrugs. "I'd have offered if you didn't. No worries."

She spends most of her watch with her bow in her lap, checking over her arrows and making sure that everything is still in tiptop working shape. But now that the morning is here, she's wide awake alongside the others and all but bouncing. "Ready to go, honestly. Can't wait to see what kinda trouble this place can hold," she tells Kel. 

During the final watch, Ada takes some time to reflect on the past 24 hrs - indeed, these were good companions to be traveling with.  She meditates on the arcane forces within her and takes time to thank Mystra for granting her safety and insight.  As the day brightens and others start to rise she takes out some rations and has a bite to eat.  "Feels like it's going to be a scorcher today" she says as she looks out over the hot humid landscape.  "Well, y'all better get something to eat.... we best be moving on in a bit."

Misha wore her armor while on watch. During this time, her blade and shield were close by, and she sat in a meditative pose on the ground, sitting on her knees, eyes closed. She appeared to be praying, yet still paying attention. Once her shift was over, Misha was not sweating, as if high temperature was something her body was well adjusted to. It took a little bit of time to unlatch, but piece by piece, she took off her armor and laid it down next to her reverently, as it was not some product purchased from a local blacksmith. As the pieces came off, what Misha was wearing underneath could only be described as off duty military wear. Boots, tight black pants made of thin material, yet surprisingly durable and tight, and a black long sleeve turtleneck top that was entirely three sizes too small for her. Every move she made caused the fabric to stretch and mold with her physique, but kept her warm, protected, and contained. Misha was not a huge hulking woman like an ogre by any means, more like a Viking, or an amazon. While her strength was a combination of genetic modification and the result of years of training and exercise, she had an extremely low fat percentage -  her muscles were hard, some round, some long, but all were at the peak of efficiency, large enough still to be swift and agile, and could all be seen in great anatomic detail. 

When morning came, she rose, stretched, and re armored herself. But, of course, not before a quick prayer. "Bane, bless this day and my comrades, for we have awoken, thanks to you, and leev to serve You, and your Weel."