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Fantasy Cursed Island

Nalla cocked her head and thumped her foot on the ground a couple times, re-summoning her green energy and turning back to her true form. "They are called kangaroos."
 
Shuffle stepped back as Nalla reverted her form. She looked at her and tilted her head. "Can...gurus?"
 
"Close enough," Nalla nodded.

"They're more of a pain than feeders," Jerry grumbled, "They take an interest in something and it takes an act of the gods to dissuade them." She put a hand over her stomach, "Just about killed me a few times."
 
Shuffle looked over at Jerry, unaware that Jerry could have easily been describing Shuffle. "Really?"
 
"Oh, yeah!", Jerry nodded, "I was at a dig once, and half a dozen of the shitheads showed up and started cuddling up with my equipment. Guide told me they were scared of fire, so of course I grab my torch and start waving it around to scare 'em off." She shook her head, "The biggest in the bunch hopped up on his tail and drop-kicked me across the site. By the time I could get back to the site a sandstorm had rolled in and it would take another three months before I would ever be able to get to it again, and I was out of money to pay for workers."
 
"If I had a few of you with me, the big buck wouldn't have been a problem," Jerry shook her head, "I'd have gotten the treasure in and out in a week, tops."
 
"If there is a next time, you're definitely coming with me," Jerry agreed.

"Do you not believe you will be able to escape the ruins?", Nalla asked.

"The path back where we came is flooded in four places, there's now twenty of you and half a dozen dracoliches, a maze, the dragon turtle, and an army of feeders between us and the exit. It's taken us three months to get as far as we have, it'll probably take us even longer to get out, if we even can." Jerry shook her head, "But I've gotta try and make sure these idiots get far enough to be able to break whatever's holding this place together, and hopefully we'll be able to find an easier way out."
 
Shuffle gave a nod. “I still think we can make it. We’ve gotten this far, and we keep getting stronger.”
 
"That's cute," Jerry patted Shuffle on the shoulder, "But I don't think the way we came is going to work, and I haven't seen another path."
 
“But we can make it through to the end. And then once the curse is gone, it’ll be easier to get back.”
 
"I hope you're right," Jerry muttered, "Because if I have to stay down here another three months I'm going to do things."
 
Jerry shook her head, that had gone clear over Shuffle's head, but at least she was enjoying herself. "Anyway, back to business." Back to figuring out the tail. Nalla shook her head and went to offer help to anyone else needing it.
 
Shuffle hopped back to her feet to continuing show how she balanced.

Emil and Raine we’re back to swordplay practice.

Erina was still watching Thoradin. She’d sent her reflection back to the loom to keep working so that she wouldn’t fall behind. Not that she had any sort of a schedule to follow.
 
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And so the group passed time. Things were made, lessons had, practice performed. With luck, soon the group would be able to move on fully equipped and restored.

Thoradin had finished most of the metal parts for the party's works, so while his constructs focused on tanning the leather, a process involving chemicals he didn't name unless asked, that the group might not be able to produce on their own down here for some time, and some magic to speed the process, the dwarf worked on turning the leather into things. He started with some armor for Shuffle, tracking her down to measure her, before he began cutting shapes out of the leather and hardening parts.

Adran was making some headway with the washing barrel, Nalla and Emfa eventually headed over to help him with that endeavor, Building a barrel wasn't as difficult as building all the stuff that would come out of it when it was active. They needed the bottom to open wide enough that the legs and the smaller collection box could fit inside the barrel, while the outside of the box it folded into overlapped into a kind of table to collect the clothing spit out by the box. "I remember reading a story once," Adran noted, "A dwarf wrote it, he envisioned a world where he had these massive machines powered by steam and lightning that did basically what we're trying to make this do." He shook his head, "Too bad that's impossible, steam has its limits and lightning's not a good energy resource."
 
Niudisa continued her work on the enchanted items, but she had that finished soon enough. She grabbed as many as she could carry at once (two), and started making trips to hand them out.
 
"Thank you, Niudisa," Jerry nodded as she slipped her ring back on her middle finger, next to the ring of X-Ray vision. Others thanked or nodded at the fairy as they received their rings, bracelets, or necklaces with the effect.

Another construct came around with a measuring thread to get sizes for other people's equipment to be made of leather, packs and pouches. For Asta's, the chimera needed to be made full size to be measured for his saddle, and in turn with Jerry on his back to find the best positioning of the saddle. Saddlebags were another issue, but that was solved almost as quickly, as long as Asta didn't mind some additional width under his wings. Even Fia was measured for some kind of pack that she should hopefully be able to put on and take off by herself even though she didn't have hands.
 
Asta complied with whatever measurements needed to be taken, especially with Jerry helping out. Fia made sure to request her equipment to be adjustable, so that she could keep it as she grew.
 
Another construct measured Erina's carapace for her packs, the stacks of tanned leather was shrinking as things were made.

Days passed, things were made. The washing-barrel was built, waterproofed, and enscribed with all of the enchantments Niudisa and Adran had proposed to make the thing happen. The folded thing was only as large as Erina's loom. All they had to do was test it. Veo volunteered her bloodstained apron to that end, and an hour later it dropped into the bin and appeared on the shelf around the barrel washed. The stains were still there, but at the very least faded, the addition of soap at some point would probably help the thing work better. "Well, that's good," Adran noted.

Asta's saddle took by far the longest, simply because the thing was massive. Nalla, Joanne, and Emfa got together to produce a cart from the unused wood, which Adran was happy to hitch Amdis to. About the only thing that wasn't finished was Erina's dyes and most of the clothing she was making, simply because that stuff took a lot of time with only one weaver, even though the spider sprites helped produce significantly more silk than she could. Jerry made use of the spiders to produce a saddle blanket to pad Asta's back from the underside of the saddle.

"I think that's just about everything we needed," Jerry noted once they got to that point, strapping up her re-built kit. "Think we're ready to pack up and move on, guys?"
 
Erina spoke up. “Almost. I meant to make my dyes sooner, but I got distracted learning to work leather. Once I make them, I can store them and move on though.”
 
"Okay, we should be clear to leave the forge, then," Jerry stood up and stretched, "We'll load up while you handle that." Loading things into saddlebags and onto the cart, Jerry and Veo went around taking the campsite apart. Jerry and Asta's dragon turtle egg was moved out of the tent and onto the cart before they folded everything back up. The campsite vanished into cards almost as quickly as it put up. Go in, fold the furniture, come out, fold the tent. Now that they had talismans, not much bothered them outside the forge, so Erina was totally free to do whatever it was she was going to do once Thoradin let them out.

"I almost forgot," Adran passed around the product of his labors with the sun-stone they found near Veo's parasite's sire. Thick wristbands with a flat stone in the middle that reflected the time of day. "That should help us track time better."
 
Erina packed up her loom before getting right to work on her dyes, setting up the pot and keeping her bottles ready.

Emil looked at the wristband he was given. "Ah, that's handy."
 
"So, uh, Joanne," Jerry finally got around to asking about the turtle egg, "How long after it's laid does a dragon turtle egg hatch?"

"Hmm," Joanne thought about that as she hoisted things onto Amdis's cart. "Anywhere between six to twelve weeks, why?"

"And how long ago do you think it was laid?"

"Based on the color, about five and one half weeks." Well that was much closer than Jerry thought.

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Urodor was less than cooperative, but at least from his cage he couldn't do anything disruptive aside from complain, and the party lived with Jerry, so by now they were mostly desensitized.

"It is nice, isn't it?", Veo noted, turning the thing around, "Is this how the 'sun' moves on the surface?"
 

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