[i] [b] [u] Emerald Plains, 58th of spring, just past midnight. [/u] [/b] [/i]

[u][b] Aur Iliax [/b][/u]

And so, the group set out on their journey. As the trucks thundered out of the ruined fortress, everything truly began.

For the most part, the trip was uneventful. Aur driving the first truck and the other's following behind him, but that was to be expected. The plains were not known to be particularly dangerous. The behemoths that ambled around could get nasty at times, but unless provoked somehow they were peaceful creatures. Aur himself had been in a foul mood, he wasn't fond of losing and he took the sound Trudy's plane made as it flew as a constant taunt. 

However it soon came time to make camp and so they did. Aur avoided well, everyone as he set about performing maintenance on the trucks. It was now quite late at night, the other drivers at least having turned in for the night. The tree-man didn't seem to actually need sleep, and had volunteered too take watch. In any event, he quietly went about inspecting the suspension on the last truck, scowling a bit. Evidently the tree-man was too heavy for it, and if Aur didn't perform constant maintenance on it the damn wheels would fall off. Not impossible, just a pain in the ass. He reached around on the ground beside him, before sighing. [b]"Where the hell is my multi-tool?..."[/b]