Chapter 45: Ambush Ethics
William Oh’s entire party caught their baptismal rotlung on the fourth floor and I swear to you, I saw him carrying all six of them on his back, plus their mounts and gear when he arrived at the Waystation. No joke, directly on his back.
Kid must have fifteen Strength growth or something.
- Level 18 hunter
After a bit of planning, the team broke into two groups.
The trailblazers were Will and Loth, while Travis and Alicia followed as soon as they created a path that the two of them could follow without becoming waterlogged or being assaulted by bloodsucking insects…
Which were in the air, too, by the way.
Mostly their ‘trailblazing’ was testing half-sunken logs for sturdiness, tossing them onto the path they had taken and lashing them together with spidersilk to create tiny bridges between pockets of land where the brush grew up to a man’s eye-level, fighting for space so fiercely that Will got real good at cutting brush with his tomahawk and tossing it into the stagnant water in front of and behind him.
The first day was the worst, with the most bug-bites per person and general misery:
Their tent was enhanced by a dome consisting of a massive spiderweb manned by hundreds of spiders.
