I fear that I must apologize for the way that my last entry ended. At the time, as I said in the beginning of the entry, I was still in a slight state of shock. It’s been about a day since then, and I feel that I may continue in a more reasonable fashion.
I awoke to the taste of sand in my mouth and the sound of waves crashing against a shoreline. A gull cried above me. I felt the sun beating against me; it had heated up my black armor quite a bit, and I felt myself beginning to pant a little as I woke further. A wet tongue began licking my face. I dared to open my eyes and found myself staring at one of the sled dogs, behind him a stretch of beach, the others, including Eisenheim, scattered around me. I sat up and rubbed my head, taking my helm off and looking around a little. There was a forest bordering the beach, mixed deciduous and coniferous trees. I noticed what appeared to be a pile of sand up the beach with something shiny in it, which Elliphany was already walking towards. I got up and shook myself a little to try and clear the cobwebs from my head a little more.
I walked over to Eisenheim, who was still unconscious, and Das joined me in short order. I attempted to heal him, to try and get him to wake up, but to no avail. Elliphany came over to us at this point and showed us a coin, telling us that the pile of sand was the treasure pile that we had collected in the temple, and the coin had been on top of it. It was a platinum coin, with the image of Bahamut stamped upon it. She told us that this was like Bahamut’s calling card. Apparently, he took notice of Das and Elliphany praying to him and decided to help us.
After some discussion, Elliphany flew up into the air to try and get a sense of where we were, and told us that there was a track going through the forest not too far from here. She sent a bird messenger out in hopes of reaching someone as well, but after twelve hours and no word, we could only assume that it had not reached anyone, and we decided to move. It was during this waiting period that I wrote the last entry.
Das and I fashioned a stretcher out of hide and some sapling trees for the still unconscious Tiefling, and we began the trek into the forest. We came upon the track that [[:21755 | Elli]phany] had spotted soon after, a worn wagon track, and decided to camp on it for the night, which is where I am writing from right now. I hope to have more news for the next entry, until then, we can only hope that this track leads to a city.