[OOC: Very sorry for that, Claribel. I am at work as well, slowing it down would help a lot. Though I think we should have a system in place, we have a lot of characters here. Seeing how Drysl is the author, he can make a turn system or something of the like, if he so chooses to have a system at all. Again sorry for my hastefulness. :(]

 [OOC I dont know about a turn system I think that would kill creativity but wheat we should do is if let's say for example Clair is talking to cinnamon or she asks her a question we should give the person asked a question some time to respond before we move on with the story]

[OOC: I agree in that we need to slow it down a bit, but I am glad we skipped the second troll fight. I'm hoping we have time to actually have our characters interact with each other in the future.]

[OOC Yeah good job Cinnamon scaring those trolls off I didn't really want to go through another troll fight either]

[OOC thanks :D soooo where did we leave off in the story are we gonna continue? I was just starting to have fun! I want to go visit Drysl's house I bet it's gonna be pretty nice]

Tea's mind must have gone mad for what he was doing, he cleared his throat as he stopped, soon as he realized what he was doing. "Oh, umm no you're not dreaming, the cat just spoke." Tea answered Claire.

Tea heard Cinnamon's, "Yeah, didn't your journal say something about you having a home?" Tea asked Drysl, remembering Pick saying something like that during when he had Drysl journal. Tea was searching the area for for his sacked dried fruit, recalling the man asking for food, "Where the heck did it go?" he asked himself under his breathe.

 "Yes I can speak" said Cinnamon "we should leave now, because the trolls will come back. I told them you all fled, and that they could catch you if they hurried. But when they can't find you or your tracks they'll be back." Cinnamon started to lick one of her paws then paused to say "If you all die, you can take comfort that I'll enjoy eating your remains after the trolls leave… Ill miss her though" she looks towards the farmer lady "she's skilled at petting."

[OOC ok sorry last out of character message for a while just wanted to ask, am I the only one thats hitting refresh every couple minutes hoping that someone posted something? I'm loving doing this so much that I'm not even feeling interested in video gaming maybe I should make like six more accounts so I can have more than one characters so that I can satisfy my growing roleplay addiction lol]

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[OOC: same here cat, anytime I get free time I check more times than I should.]

"You seem to know your way around these parts" said Pick spoke to the cat, "you mind leading us to the center of the woods? This man has a house there, and it may just be the only safe place in this whole godsforsaken forest."

Pick took off his ruined leather cuirass. Maybe if he put it in a tree the trolls and their whisper hounds would be slowed down longer once they figured out they had been lied too. 

No, that would just give them a scent to follow. He put his armor back on and pondered a moment. "Unless we don't smell like ourselves!" He thought out loud taking off his torso armor again. He took the fairy spot mushroom he had shoved on the tip of a crossbow bolt.

He looked to the group, but mostly to Drysl, "if we rub this over our bodies it will be harder for them to smell us right? Or will we just smell like us plus mushroom?"

Drysl winced "It won't mask your scent at all! it'll just make you toxic to anything that wants to eat you, and it will burn your skin badly i wouldn't do that! and anyways it sounds too me like cinnamon is looking forward to eat us, if we die so I think she'd appreciate it if you didn't rub poisonous mushroom on your skin!"