The next morning the party gets up, breaks camp, and boards the Tomb Horse and resumes course southward to Morgura. Not long after they start out, they realize that they are low on fuel, so the party decides to stop at the Southern Ports of Mount Sabretooth prefecture and use their remaining 150 GP to fill up. The boat alters course, and about an hour later they arrive at the fueling depot at the Southern Ports.
TRITHAL: "Hmm. Never thought we'd be back here so soon."
Rishna: "You guys are originally from this area, right?"
THRAX: "Yeah, sadly, we are. This port town, Southern Port City (clever name, ain't it?), is the closest thing to real civilization for miles around."
While the boat is being refueled, the party disembarks and looks around the area. Southern Port City appears to be about the same size as Owasso, Oklahoma, with much of the same places, businesses, etc. you'd expect to find there. The city is populated with an array of people... some port workers, some lumberjacks, some factory workers, some farmers, and so on.
THRAX points to a two-lane road going west and says "Ten minutes down that road is the pothole they call Dale Gorge. That's where the four of us grew up."
TRITHAL: "With Mount Sabretooth to the north, and the Echigoya Range to the west, this corner of the prefecture is pretty much geographically isolated from the rest of it. In order to get to the big cities to the north of the mountain, you'd either have to hoof it around the over-land route, take a boat to the northern ports, or learn how to fly. Needless to say this place is quite dull and boring."
The rest of the party surveys the surrounding terrain. The area kinda looks like the Ouachita Mountains of western Arkansas... full of hills, trees, and not much of anything else. The girls comment on how beautiful the scenery is.
THRAX: "Unfortunately, the beautiful scenery is just about the only thing this place has going for it... and maybe the southern ports, but that's about it."
TRITHAL: "Yeah. From a philosophical standpoint, this place has alot of past, and not a lot of future. That's why we decided that, instead of wasting our twenties away in this shit hole, we'd go questing. That was about 2 1/2 weeks ago."
CHRIS, pretending to be paying attention, says "Why don't we stop by Dale Gorge? We're this close, anyway."
THRAX: "Naw, I don't think I want to. There's no one there I'd care to see right now anyway. Unless, of course, Chris is willing to help me harvest some herb and then actually smoke some of it."
CHRIS: "Uh, nooooo...not this time, yo. I'm not really in the mood for that right now."
TRITHAL: "I'm all for going back for the purposes of 'smoke,' but that doesn't really seem important enough to go back for. I don't know about THRAX, but I don't want to run the risk of being seen by the shit heads of Dale Gorge!"
THRAX: "The stuff I've got growing is shit weed. We can get really good reefer in Myria."
TRITHAL: "Keep in mind we're only gonna have 3000 GP once we get there. That money's gonna have to last a long time... unless we find an opportunity to earn some somewhere. So ix-nay on the eefer-ray for now-ay."
THRAX: "Oh yeah. We gotta rent a car and shit so we can get to Kurgemenheim. Oh well..."
Soon after, the fuel tank on the Tomb Horse was filled with 150 GP worth of fuel, which ought to be more than plenty to get to Myria. The party loads back up, pulls away from the docks, and resumes course southward to the shores of Morgura, which are a few hours ahead. By this time it's about an hour before mid-day.
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