Carradoc is uneasy as he shifts his ordinary completely unmagical backpack onto his shoulder once again after his long rest. He had been so pleased with himself. And now, his precious haversack disappeared into the astral plane somewhere, with a dragon turtle with it.
Now it plies the ether, confused and alone, but perhaps destined for spectacular things. If it was still alive. he doesn't know, and he didn't check. Carradoc's magical interests are of a different nature -- theoretical more than experimental, most of the time.
The rest is peaceable; he has regained his spells. He is ready to proceed.
Now it plies the ether, confused and alone, but perhaps destined for spectacular things. If it was still alive. he doesn't know, and he didn't check. Carradoc's magical interests are of a different nature -- theoretical more than experimental, most of the time.
The rest is peaceable; he has regained his spells. He is ready to proceed.