Reprise! Act 1!

[Rezantis]

Relm blinked.

"We're in the forest."

[Carthrat]

"It's only fire," says Carthrat, slightly deflated.

[Rezantis]

"Well, yes, but it's also smoke and stampeding animals and burning villages and . . . "

Relm trailed off, a rather nasty looking expression on her face, looking around the forest.

[Ginnezumusha]

"I think she wants us to be outside of the forest before burning it down."

[Carthrat]

"But that's no fun," complains Carthrat, trotting after the elementalist. "What's the point in setting things on fire if you can't enjoy it?"

[Rezantis]

Relm deflated slightly herself.

"Dammit, the wind's going in the wrong direction to get Sun'y'dale . . ."

[Ginnezumusha]

Ginn followed.

"Where are we going anyways?"

[Rezantis]

"West," replied Relm as the group walked, "mainly just away from that dump of a town.  Idiot mages."

[Carthrat]

"I've forgotten," replies Carthrat, shrugging.

[Rezantis]

Relm gave Carthrat a look, opened her mouth, then shook her head and closed it again.

Quiet mutterings were heard, however.

[Ginnezumusha]

Ginn decided to say nothing, as Relm seemed scarry.

He did however, follow and keep an eye out for more attacks.

[Carthrat]

"Don't mutter like that," states Carthrat. "I was talking about where we're going too, not where we're going *from*. I mean, really, one direction is as good as another in thist forest, as long as it's not towards those strange people, right?"

[Rezantis]

"Well, we're going west.  I've got nothing in particular I need to do, so I thought I might as well go and see my brother in Kelusk.  You, I thought, were tagging along because he might have some idea of who you need to talk to about getting back to wherever it was you come from."

[Carthrat]

"I came from somewhere?" replies Carthrat, blinking.

[Bean Bandit]

Ryoma snarled, flooding mana and chi into his arm, setting the magic energy as a barrier to halt the being's progress up his arm, and using the chi to raise the temperature of his arm, to try and arrest the fusion. His other hand went to his wrapped bundle, and triggered the catch for the wrappings, which promplty fell away, revealing a giant sword, honed to impressive keenness for a weapon of it's size.

"What are you?" he sent to the thing, both aloud and mentally. "If I don't get a benevolent answer, I'm going to assume you're a leech, and get rid of you. And yes, I can grow body parts back, so don't think I'll hesitate to cut my own arm off."