>>38771556
>I fucking hate this kid.
We wait in the scorching oven of the desert for nightfall, assessing the caliphate presence. We are literally yards from salvation, between us are two platoons of Caliphate soliders.
Ordinarily, for us, at this level, no fucking trouble.
Dehydrated and half dead? More than a deadly challenge.
>Plans?
>Surrender? The Purple Penguin spits upon you for your cowardice.
>CHARGE! Might work...
>Make as much noise and violence as possible when they're sleeping and see what happens?
We watch them bed down for the night. Dry lips chafing at that cool clear water. The Camel huffs, sniffing water on the air. Angus fluffs his roll to control her. She gets away from us and barrels into the camp.
We decide that this is our best hope of a distraction.
>Flamethrowers are amazing at crowd control
>As are gatling shotguns
Bard does his best as well: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wnn47V09Q2M [Slayer Raining Blood] (Hilariously apt DM, thanks)
The Caliphate troops break and run. In the burning camp, as palm trees go up like torches, as the wounded scream and burn, silhouetted in the darkness is one camel drinking her fill very happily.
We do the same.
In the confusion it appears some of the calihpate troops were either too dead to use them, or too busy running, and their camels legged it, they start to wander back over the next 24 hours.
Everyone starting to feel better, we don't know what Ali used on the camels but we have a feeling he used the same stuff on a couple of the waterskins, but the symptoms are starting to leave us now. We rest up a bit, keeping careful watch on the dunes for Caliphate reprisals.
We also find in the camp maps which seem to imply we are at worst, a day or two from where we need to be.