Tacitus

"I'm not going to help you get across now! I hope you know that!" Ben peered down the chasm. "You better hope she's alright!" Or as alright as she could possibly be, with that fall.

Ben thought fast as he approached a chasm. "Your breath to mine!" He yelled. Breath? It just seemed natural. He felt some sort of power return to him, from his belt. "Help me jump!" He yelled at the belt, picturing what it was supposed to do. He dearly hoped the belt would take a new command. He felt a bit of 'breath' go to the belt, ran to the chasm and jumped off the edge. The belt boosted him across the gap, and he landed, though not without pain, on the other side of the chasm. "Ow," He called across. "That hurt." "Your breath to mine," He told the belt.

"Looks like we're going that way." Ben started to follow the bird that may or may not have been a nuke.

"Umm... Can the bird help at all? Scout or whatever?" Ben looked at Lorem.

"Or the country."

"Does anyone else want to refrain?"

"That doesn't look good. At all."

"Maybe. I'm... Hesitant, though." The words 'that killed us' didn't exactly comfort Ben.

"I guess you don't have to. It's just a bit easier. And it will help with trust and the like." On the word 'trust', Verdin's eyes flickered over to Pruss slightly. He was still a little paranoid that he would shock someone without defensive magic.

"So, then. How are we going to find any people? Or any food?"

"Not really. I can do some basic stuff, but other than that..."

"I agree. We'll need to know what we all can do."

"Wha- Oh. That's... Okay then."

Ben tried not to flinch as the rock flies toward him, but before it could hit, his belt swatted the rock out of the way. "That's handy..."

T'kalr will store his power. And yeah, I guess we've grown fond of these.

"Something like that. Maybe... Try throwing a rock or something at me."

"I can... command things? I told my belt to defend me. I'm just not sure how to get it to stop doing that..."

"Wait, but you don't cook... You know what, never mind."

"We should probably find... civilization. Or food," Said Ben, who was carefully holding his now-limp belt, afraid it might spring to life at any time.

Sounds good. The secret evil fantasy book mafia doesn't stand a chance!

Unless it gives you a prickle

A trickle of tickles, but use no sickles.

Hardly worth more than a nickel.