My Travels by Ploch Pridestride (Volume 17) (Book) - Histórico de revisão

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	After stocking up supplies in Port Hope we immediately focused on the next step in our plans. It was our goal to reach the haunted ruins of Drefia using small boats that would allow us to stay close to the beach which had some major advantages: while exploring the coastline we could gather food and water in the jungle and avoid the dangers of the treacherous reefs of the northern coast at the same time. Of course this would still be a dangerous and daring enterprise - else it would have been done before -, but we were sure that it could be done. Indeed the voyage started smoothly. We grew accustomed to the difficulties of the coastline quite fast and none of the giant sea creatures that were rumoured to plague the reefs were sighted. The first actual threats we faced were quite ordinary beasts of the jungle which - although dangerous - did not turn out to be of greater danger than the animals we had encountered during other travels. However we did not expect at all the very jungle to turn against us. We were setting up camp on a clearing that seemed peaceful, even idyllic. With hindsight this fact should have alerted us, but we were exhausted from a lengthy trip and relieved to get some rest without having to drive some beasts away first. All of a sudden, thorns shot all over the clearing and the previously calm jungle ground came to violent life. Plants we had never seen before were biting our feet with the ferocious greed of a rabid hyaena. Complete disorientation and panic took over and there was yelling and running everywhere. When we finally made it back to the boats, most of the equipment we had carried with us was lost and there was no one among us who was not injured, some were even poisoned. We spent a hard night directly on the beach and woke up drenched, covered with sand and salt all over, our wounds burning like fire. Yet we decided to continue our expedition.		After stocking up supplies in Port Hope we immediately focused on the next step in our plans. It was our goal to reach the haunted ruins of Drefia using small boats that would allow us to stay close to the beach which had some major advantages: while exploring the coastline we could gather food and water in the jungle and avoid the dangers of the treacherous reefs of the northern coast at the same time. Of course this would still be a dangerous and daring enterprise - else it would have been done before -, but we were sure that it could be done. Indeed the voyage started smoothly. We grew accustomed to the difficulties of the coastline quite fast and none of the giant sea creatures that were rumoured to plague the reefs were sighted. The first actual threats we faced were quite ordinary beasts of the jungle which - although dangerous - did not turn out to be of greater danger than the animals we had encountered during other travels. However we did not expect at all the very jungle to turn against us. We were setting up camp on a clearing that seemed peaceful, even idyllic. With hindsight this fact should have alerted us, but we were exhausted from a lengthy trip and relieved to get some rest without having to drive some beasts away first. All of a sudden, thorns shot all over the clearing and the previously calm jungle ground came to violent life. Plants we had never seen before were biting our feet with the ferocious greed of a rabid hyaena. Complete disorientation and panic took over and there was yelling and running everywhere. When we finally made it back to the boats, most of the equipment we had carried with us was lost and there was no one among us who was not injured, some were even poisoned. We spent a hard night directly on the beach and woke up drenched, covered with sand and salt all over, our wounds burning like fire. Yet we decided to continue our expedition.

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	Depois de estocarmos suprimentos em Port Hope, imediatamente centramos no nosso próximo passo em nossos planos. Era nosso objetivo atingir as ruínas assombradas de Drefia, utilizando pequenos barcos que nos permitiam ficar perto da praia, isso tinha algumas vantagens importantes: ao explorar o litoral poderíamos recolher alimentos e água na floresta e ao mesmo tempo evitar os perigos dos traiçoeiros recifes do litoral do norte. Claro que isso ainda seria perigoso e ousado, ou teria sido feito antes, mas tínhamos certeza de que isso poderia ser feito. Na verdade, a viagem começou sem problemas. Nós crescemos acostumados às dificuldades do litoral bem rápido e nenhuma das criaturas marinhas gigantes que eram rumores de atormentar os recifes foram avistadas. As primeiras ameaças reais que enfrentamos eram animais bastantes comuns das selvas que - embora perigosos - não viam a ser de maior perigo do que os animais que tínhamos encontrado durante outras viagens. No entanto, não esperávamos nada da selva a se voltar contra nós. Nós estávamos montando acampamento em uma clareira, que parecia pacífica, mesmo idílica. Em análise este fato deveria ter alertado a gente, mas estávamos exaustos de uma viagem longa e aliviados por termos algum descanso sem termos de conduzir alguns animais para fora primeiro. Repentinamente, espinhos dispararam por toda a clareira e o chão da selva anteriormente calma tomou vida violenta. As plantas que nunca tínhamos visto antes foram mordendo nossos pés com a ganância de uma feroz hiena raivosa. Desorientação e completo pânico tomaram conta e lá estávamos gritando e correndo por toda parte. Quando finalmente conseguimos voltar para os barcos, a maioria dos equipamentos que tínhamos levado conosco estava perdido e não havia ninguém entre nós que não ficou ferido, alguns foram até mesmo envenenados. Passamos uma noite dura diretamente na praia e acordamos encharcados, cobertos com areia e sal por todo corpo, nossas feridas queimavam como fogo. No entanto, decidimos continuar a nossa expedição.		Depois de estocarmos suprimentos em Port Hope, imediatamente centramos no nosso próximo passo em nossos planos. Era nosso objetivo atingir as ruínas assombradas de Drefia, utilizando pequenos barcos que nos permitiam ficar perto da praia, isso tinha algumas vantagens importantes: ao explorar o litoral poderíamos recolher alimentos e água na floresta e ao mesmo tempo evitar os perigos dos traiçoeiros recifes do litoral do norte. Claro que isso ainda seria perigoso e ousado, ou teria sido feito antes, mas tínhamos certeza de que isso poderia ser feito. Na verdade, a viagem começou sem problemas. Nós crescemos acostumados às dificuldades do litoral bem rápido e nenhuma das criaturas marinhas gigantes que eram rumores de atormentar os recifes foram avistadas. As primeiras ameaças reais que enfrentamos eram animais bastantes comuns das selvas que - embora perigosos - não viam a ser de maior perigo do que os animais que tínhamos encontrado durante outras viagens. No entanto, não esperávamos nada da selva a se voltar contra nós. Nós estávamos montando acampamento em uma clareira, que parecia pacífica, mesmo idílica. Em análise este fato deveria ter alertado a gente, mas estávamos exaustos de uma viagem longa e aliviados por termos algum descanso sem termos de conduzir alguns animais para fora primeiro. Repentinamente, espinhos dispararam por toda a clareira e o chão da selva anteriormente calma tomou vida violenta. As plantas que nunca tínhamos visto antes foram mordendo nossos pés com a ganância de uma feroz hiena raivosa. Desorientação e completo pânico tomaram conta e lá estávamos gritando e correndo por toda parte. Quando finalmente conseguimos voltar para os barcos, a maioria dos equipamentos que tínhamos levado conosco estava perdido e não havia ninguém entre nós que não ficou ferido, alguns foram até mesmo envenenados. Passamos uma noite dura diretamente na praia e acordamos encharcados, cobertos com areia e sal por todo corpo, nossas feridas queimavam como fogo. No entanto, decidimos continuar a nossa expedição.
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	After stocking up supplies in Port Hope we immediately focused on the next step in our plans. It was our goal to reach the haunted ruins of Drefia using small boats that would allow us to stay close to the beach which had some major advantages: while exploring the coastline we could gather food and water in the jungle and avoid the dangers of the treacherous reefs of the northern coast at the same time. Of course this would still be a dangerous and daring enterprise - else it would have been done before -, but we were sure that it could be done. Indeed the voyage started smoothly. We grew accustomed to the difficulties of the coastline quite fast and none of the giant sea creatures that were rumoured to plague the reefs were sighted. The first actual threats we faced were quite ordinary beasts of the jungle which - although dangerous - did not turn out to be of greater danger than the animals we had encountered during other travels. However we did not expect at all the very jungle to turn against us. We were setting up camp on a clearing that seemed peaceful, even idyllic. With hindsight this fact should have alerted us, but we were exhausted from a lengthy trip and relieved to get some rest without having to drive some beasts away first. All of a sudden, thorns shot all over the clearing and the previously calm jungle ground came to violent life. Plants we had never seen before were biting our feet with the ferocious greed of a rabid hyaena. Complete disorientation and panic took over and there was yelling and running everywhere. When we finally made it back to the boats, most of the equipment we had carried with us was lost and there was no one among us who was not injured, some were even poisoned. We spent a hard night directly on the beach and woke up drenched, covered with sand and salt all over, our wounds burning like fire. Yet we decided to continue our expedition.		After stocking up supplies in Port Hope we immediately focused on the next step in our plans. It was our goal to reach the haunted ruins of Drefia using small boats that would allow us to stay close to the beach which had some major advantages: while exploring the coastline we could gather food and water in the jungle and avoid the dangers of the treacherous reefs of the northern coast at the same time. Of course this would still be a dangerous and daring enterprise - else it would have been done before -, but we were sure that it could be done. Indeed the voyage started smoothly. We grew accustomed to the difficulties of the coastline quite fast and none of the giant sea creatures that were rumoured to plague the reefs were sighted. The first actual threats we faced were quite ordinary beasts of the jungle which - although dangerous - did not turn out to be of greater danger than the animals we had encountered during other travels. However we did not expect at all the very jungle to turn against us. We were setting up camp on a clearing that seemed peaceful, even idyllic. With hindsight this fact should have alerted us, but we were exhausted from a lengthy trip and relieved to get some rest without having to drive some beasts away first. All of a sudden, thorns shot all over the clearing and the previously calm jungle ground came to violent life. Plants we had never seen before were biting our feet with the ferocious greed of a rabid hyaena. Complete disorientation and panic took over and there was yelling and running everywhere. When we finally made it back to the boats, most of the equipment we had carried with us was lost and there was no one among us who was not injured, some were even poisoned. We spent a hard night directly on the beach and woke up drenched, covered with sand and salt all over, our wounds burning like fire. Yet we decided to continue our expedition.

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	Depois de estocarmos suprimentos em Port Hope, imediatamente centramos no nosso próximo passo em nossos planos. Era nosso objetivo atingir as ruínas assombradas de Drefia, utilizando pequenos barcos que nos permitiam ficar perto da praia, isso tinha algumas vantagens importantes: ao explorar o litoral poderíamos recolher alimentos e água na floresta e ao mesmo tempo evitar os perigos dos traiçoeiros recifes do litoral do norte. Claro que isso ainda seria perigoso e ousado, ou teria sido feito antes, mas tínhamos certeza de que isso poderia ser feito. Na verdade, a viagem começou sem problemas. Nós crescemos acostumados às dificuldades do litoral bem rápido e nenhuma das criaturas marinhas gigantes que eram rumores de atormentar os recifes foram avistadas. As primeiras ameaças reais que enfrentamos eram animais bastantes comuns das selvas que - embora perigosos - não viam a ser de maior perigo do que os animais que tínhamos encontrado durante outras viagens. No entanto, não esperávamos nada da selva a se voltar contra nós. Nós estávamos montando acampamento em uma clareira, que parecia pacífica, mesmo idílica. Em análise este fato deveria ter alertado a gente, mas estávamos exaustos de uma viagem longa e aliviados por termos algum descanso sem termos de conduzir alguns animais para fora primeiro. Repentinamente, espinhos dispararam por toda a clareira e o chão da selva anteriormente calma tomou vida violenta. As plantas que nunca tínhamos visto antes foram mordendo nossos pés com a ganância de uma feroz hiena raivosa. Desorientação e completo pânico tomaram conta e lá estávamos gritando e correndo por toda parte. Quando finalmente conseguimos voltar para os barcos, a maioria dos equipamentos que tínhamos levado conosco estava perdido e não havia ninguém entre nós que não ficou ferido, alguns foram até mesmo envenenados. Passamos uma noite dura diretamente na praia e acordamos encharcados, cobertos com areia e sal por todo corpo, nossas feridas queimavam como fogo. No entanto, decidimos continuar a nossa expedição.		Depois de estocarmos suprimentos em Port Hope, imediatamente centramos no nosso próximo passo em nossos planos. Era nosso objetivo atingir as ruínas assombradas de Drefia, utilizando pequenos barcos que nos permitiam ficar perto da praia, isso tinha algumas vantagens importantes: ao explorar o litoral poderíamos recolher alimentos e água na floresta e ao mesmo tempo evitar os perigos dos traiçoeiros recifes do litoral do norte. Claro que isso ainda seria perigoso e ousado, ou teria sido feito antes, mas tínhamos certeza de que isso poderia ser feito. Na verdade, a viagem começou sem problemas. Nós crescemos acostumados às dificuldades do litoral bem rápido e nenhuma das criaturas marinhas gigantes que eram rumores de atormentar os recifes foram avistadas. As primeiras ameaças reais que enfrentamos eram animais bastantes comuns das selvas que - embora perigosos - não viam a ser de maior perigo do que os animais que tínhamos encontrado durante outras viagens. No entanto, não esperávamos nada da selva a se voltar contra nós. Nós estávamos montando acampamento em uma clareira, que parecia pacífica, mesmo idílica. Em análise este fato deveria ter alertado a gente, mas estávamos exaustos de uma viagem longa e aliviados por termos algum descanso sem termos de conduzir alguns animais para fora primeiro. Repentinamente, espinhos dispararam por toda a clareira e o chão da selva anteriormente calma tomou vida violenta. As plantas que nunca tínhamos visto antes foram mordendo nossos pés com a ganância de uma feroz hiena raivosa. Desorientação e completo pânico tomaram conta e lá estávamos gritando e correndo por toda parte. Quando finalmente conseguimos voltar para os barcos, a maioria dos equipamentos que tínhamos levado conosco estava perdido e não havia ninguém entre nós que não ficou ferido, alguns foram até mesmo envenenados. Passamos uma noite dura diretamente na praia e acordamos encharcados, cobertos com areia e sal por todo corpo, nossas feridas queimavam como fogo. No entanto, decidimos continuar a nossa expedição.
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	\| blurb = ~~Alguns aventureiros tentaram explorar~~ as ~~ruínas assombradas~~ de Drefia.		\| blurb = Descreve as viagens de Ploch Pridestride através da selva e do mar em torno de Port Hope em busca de uma rota para Drefia.
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	After stocking up supplies in Port Hope we immediately focused on the next step in our plans. It was our goal to reach the haunted ruins of Drefia using small boats that would allow us to stay close to the beach which had some major advantages: while exploring the coastline we could gather food and water in the jungle and avoid the dangers of the treacherous reefs of the northern coast at the same time. Of course this would still be a dangerous and daring enterprise - else it would have been done before -, but we were sure that it could be done. Indeed the voyage started smoothly. We grew accustomed to the difficulties of the coastline quite fast and none of the giant sea creatures that were rumoured to plague the reefs were sighted. The first actual threats we faced were quite ordinary beasts of the jungle which - although dangerous - did not turn out to be of greater danger than the animals we had encountered during other travels. However we did not expect at all the very jungle to turn against us. We were setting up camp on a clearing that seemed peaceful, even idyllic. With hindsight this fact should have alerted us, but we were exhausted from a lengthy trip and relieved to get some rest without having to drive some beasts away first. All of a sudden, thorns shot all over the clearing and the previously calm jungle ground came to violent life. Plants we had never seen before were biting our feet with the ferocious greed of a rabid hyaena. Complete disorientation and panic took over and there was yelling and running everywhere. When we finally made it back to the boats, most of the equipment we had carried with us was lost and there was no one among us who was not injured, some were even poisoned. We spent a hard night directly on the beach and woke up drenched, covered with sand and salt all over, our wounds burning like fire. Yet we decided to continue our expedition.		After stocking up supplies in Port Hope we immediately focused on the next step in our plans. It was our goal to reach the haunted ruins of Drefia using small boats that would allow us to stay close to the beach which had some major advantages: while exploring the coastline we could gather food and water in the jungle and avoid the dangers of the treacherous reefs of the northern coast at the same time. Of course this would still be a dangerous and daring enterprise - else it would have been done before -, but we were sure that it could be done. Indeed the voyage started smoothly. We grew accustomed to the difficulties of the coastline quite fast and none of the giant sea creatures that were rumoured to plague the reefs were sighted. The first actual threats we faced were quite ordinary beasts of the jungle which - although dangerous - did not turn out to be of greater danger than the animals we had encountered during other travels. However we did not expect at all the very jungle to turn against us. We were setting up camp on a clearing that seemed peaceful, even idyllic. With hindsight this fact should have alerted us, but we were exhausted from a lengthy trip and relieved to get some rest without having to drive some beasts away first. All of a sudden, thorns shot all over the clearing and the previously calm jungle ground came to violent life. Plants we had never seen before were biting our feet with the ferocious greed of a rabid hyaena. Complete disorientation and panic took over and there was yelling and running everywhere. When we finally made it back to the boats, most of the equipment we had carried with us was lost and there was no one among us who was not injured, some were even poisoned. We spent a hard night directly on the beach and woke up drenched, covered with sand and salt all over, our wounds burning like fire. Yet we decided to continue our expedition.

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	'''Tradução:'''~~<br />~~		'''Tradução:'''

	Depois de estocarmos suprimentos em Port Hope, imediatamente centramos no nosso próximo passo em nossos planos. Era nosso objetivo atingir as ruínas assombradas de Drefia, utilizando pequenos barcos que nos permitiam ficar perto da praia, isso tinha algumas vantagens importantes: ao explorar o litoral poderíamos recolher alimentos e água na floresta e ao mesmo tempo evitar os perigos dos traiçoeiros recifes do litoral do norte.
	Claro que isso ainda seria perigoso e ousado, ou teria sido feito antes, mas tínhamos certeza de que isso poderia ser feito. Na verdade, a viagem começou sem problemas. Nós crescemos acostumados às dificuldades do litoral bem rápido e nenhuma das criaturas marinhas gigantes que eram rumores de atormentar os recifes foram avistadas.
	As primeiras ameaças reais que enfrentamos eram animais bastantes comuns das selvas que - embora perigosos - não viam a ser de maior perigo do que os animais que tínhamos encontrado durante outras viagens. No entanto, não esperávamos nada da selva a se voltar contra nós. Nós estávamos montando acampamento em uma clareira, que parecia pacífica, mesmo idílica. Em análise este fato deveria ter alertado a gente, mas estávamos exaustos de uma viagem longa e aliviados por termos algum descanso sem termos de conduzir alguns animais para fora primeiro.
	Repentinamente, espinhos dispararam todo o desmatamento e o chão da selva anteriormente calma voltou à vida violenta. As plantas que nunca tínhamos visto antes foram mordendo nossos pés com a ganância de uma feroz hiena raivosa. Desorientação e completo pânico tomaram conta e lá estávamos gritando e correndo por toda parte. Quando finalmente conseguimos voltar para os barcos, a maioria dos equipamentos que tínhamos levado conosco estava perdido e não havia ninguém entre nós que não ficou ferido, alguns foram até mesmo envenenados. Passamos uma noite dura diretamente na praia e acordamos encharcados, cobertos com areia e sal por todo corpo, nossas feridas queimavam como fogo. No entanto, decidimos continuar a nossa expedição.

			Depois de estocarmos suprimentos em Port Hope, imediatamente centramos no nosso próximo passo em nossos planos. Era nosso objetivo atingir as ruínas assombradas de Drefia, utilizando pequenos barcos que nos permitiam ficar perto da praia, isso tinha algumas vantagens importantes: ao explorar o litoral poderíamos recolher alimentos e água na floresta e ao mesmo tempo evitar os perigos dos traiçoeiros recifes do litoral do norte. Claro que isso ainda seria perigoso e ousado, ou teria sido feito antes, mas tínhamos certeza de que isso poderia ser feito. Na verdade, a viagem começou sem problemas. Nós crescemos acostumados às dificuldades do litoral bem rápido e nenhuma das criaturas marinhas gigantes que eram rumores de atormentar os recifes foram avistadas. As primeiras ameaças reais que enfrentamos eram animais bastantes comuns das selvas que - embora perigosos - não viam a ser de maior perigo do que os animais que tínhamos encontrado durante outras viagens. No entanto, não esperávamos nada da selva a se voltar contra nós. Nós estávamos montando acampamento em uma clareira, que parecia pacífica, mesmo idílica. Em análise este fato deveria ter alertado a gente, mas estávamos exaustos de uma viagem longa e aliviados por termos algum descanso sem termos de conduzir alguns animais para fora primeiro. Repentinamente, espinhos dispararam por toda a clareira e o chão da selva anteriormente calma tomou vida violenta. As plantas que nunca tínhamos visto antes foram mordendo nossos pés com a ganância de uma feroz hiena raivosa. Desorientação e completo pânico tomaram conta e lá estávamos gritando e correndo por toda parte. Quando finalmente conseguimos voltar para os barcos, a maioria dos equipamentos que tínhamos levado conosco estava perdido e não havia ninguém entre nós que não ficou ferido, alguns foram até mesmo envenenados. Passamos uma noite dura diretamente na praia e acordamos encharcados, cobertos com areia e sal por todo corpo, nossas feridas queimavam como fogo. No entanto, decidimos continuar a nossa expedição.
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Bender: Bot: Mudanças visuais

2012-05-12T20:07:52Z

Bot: Mudanças visuais

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	\| author = Ploch Pridestride		\| author = Ploch Pridestride
	\| nextbook = My Travels by Ploch Pridestride (Volume 18)		\| nextbook = My Travels by Ploch Pridestride (Volume 18)
	\| text = '''Original:'''<br>		\| text = '''Original:'''<br />
	After stocking up supplies in Port Hope we immediately focused on the next step in our plans. It was our goal to reach the haunted ruins of Drefia using small boats that would allow us to stay close to the beach which had some major advantages: while exploring the coastline we could gather food and water in the jungle and avoid the dangers of the treacherous reefs of the northern coast at the same time. Of course this would still be a dangerous and daring enterprise - else it would have been done before -, but we were sure that it could be done. Indeed the voyage started smoothly. We grew accustomed to the difficulties of the coastline quite fast and none of the giant sea creatures that were rumoured to plague the reefs were sighted. The first actual threats we faced were quite ordinary beasts of the jungle which - although dangerous - did not turn out to be of greater danger than the animals we had encountered during other travels. However we did not expect at all the very jungle to turn against us. We were setting up camp on a clearing that seemed peaceful, even idyllic. With hindsight this fact should have alerted us, but we were exhausted from a lengthy trip and relieved to get some rest without having to drive some beasts away first. All of a sudden, thorns shot all over the clearing and the previously calm jungle ground came to violent life. Plants we had never seen before were biting our feet with the ferocious greed of a rabid hyaena. Complete disorientation and panic took over and there was yelling and running everywhere. When we finally made it back to the boats, most of the equipment we had carried with us was lost and there was no one among us who was not injured, some were even poisoned. We spent a hard night directly on the beach and woke up drenched, covered with sand and salt all over, our wounds burning like fire. Yet we decided to continue our expedition.		After stocking up supplies in Port Hope we immediately focused on the next step in our plans. It was our goal to reach the haunted ruins of Drefia using small boats that would allow us to stay close to the beach which had some major advantages: while exploring the coastline we could gather food and water in the jungle and avoid the dangers of the treacherous reefs of the northern coast at the same time. Of course this would still be a dangerous and daring enterprise - else it would have been done before -, but we were sure that it could be done. Indeed the voyage started smoothly. We grew accustomed to the difficulties of the coastline quite fast and none of the giant sea creatures that were rumoured to plague the reefs were sighted. The first actual threats we faced were quite ordinary beasts of the jungle which - although dangerous - did not turn out to be of greater danger than the animals we had encountered during other travels. However we did not expect at all the very jungle to turn against us. We were setting up camp on a clearing that seemed peaceful, even idyllic. With hindsight this fact should have alerted us, but we were exhausted from a lengthy trip and relieved to get some rest without having to drive some beasts away first. All of a sudden, thorns shot all over the clearing and the previously calm jungle ground came to violent life. Plants we had never seen before were biting our feet with the ferocious greed of a rabid hyaena. Complete disorientation and panic took over and there was yelling and running everywhere. When we finally made it back to the boats, most of the equipment we had carried with us was lost and there was no one among us who was not injured, some were even poisoned. We spent a hard night directly on the beach and woke up drenched, covered with sand and salt all over, our wounds burning like fire. Yet we decided to continue our expedition.

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	'''Tradução:'''<br>		'''Tradução:'''<br />

	Depois de estocarmos suprimentos em Port Hope, imediatamente centramos no nosso próximo passo em nossos planos. Era nosso objetivo atingir as ruínas assombradas de Drefia, utilizando pequenos barcos que nos permitiam ficar perto da praia, isso tinha algumas vantagens importantes: ao explorar o litoral poderíamos recolher alimentos e água na floresta e ao mesmo tempo evitar os perigos dos traiçoeiros recifes do litoral do norte.		Depois de estocarmos suprimentos em Port Hope, imediatamente centramos no nosso próximo passo em nossos planos. Era nosso objetivo atingir as ruínas assombradas de Drefia, utilizando pequenos barcos que nos permitiam ficar perto da praia, isso tinha algumas vantagens importantes: ao explorar o litoral poderíamos recolher alimentos e água na floresta e ao mesmo tempo evitar os perigos dos traiçoeiros recifes do litoral do norte.

Cuelo em 11h53min de 11 de fevereiro de 2012

2012-02-11T11:53:03Z

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	\| title = My Travels by Ploch Pridestride (Volume 17)		\| title = My Travels by Ploch Pridestride (Volume 17)
	\| location = [[Bibliotecas de Port Hope]]		\| location = [[Bibliotecas de Port Hope]]
	\| blurb =		\| blurb = Alguns aventureiros tentaram explorar as ruínas assombradas de Drefia.
	\| returnpage = Bibliotecas de Port Hope		\| returnpage = Bibliotecas de Port Hope
	\| traduzido = ~~Não~~		\| traduzido = Sim
	\| prevbook =		\| prevbook =
	\| author = Ploch Pridestride		\| author = Ploch Pridestride
	\| nextbook = My Travels by Ploch Pridestride (Volume 18~~) (book~~)		\| nextbook = My Travels by Ploch Pridestride (Volume 18)
	\| text =		\| text = '''Original:'''<br>
	After stocking up supplies in Port Hope we immediately focused on the next step in our plans. It was our goal to reach the haunted ruins of Drefia using small boats that would allow us to stay close to the beach which had some major advantages: while exploring the coastline we could gather food and water in the jungle and avoid the dangers of the treacherous reefs of the northern coast at the same time. Of course this would still be a dangerous and daring enterprise - else it would have been done before -, but we were sure that it could be done. Indeed the voyage started smoothly. We grew accustomed to the difficulties of the coastline quite fast and none of the giant sea creatures that were rumoured to plague the reefs were sighted. The first actual threats we faced were quite ordinary beasts of the jungle which - although dangerous - did not turn out to be of greater danger than the animals we had encountered during other travels. However we did not expect at all the very jungle to turn against us. We were setting up camp on a clearing that seemed peaceful, even idyllic. With hindsight this fact should have alerted us, but we were exhausted from a lengthy trip and relieved to get some rest without having to drive some beasts away first. All of a sudden, thorns shot all over the clearing and the previously calm jungle ground came to violent life. Plants we had never seen before were biting our feet with the ferocious greed of a rabid hyaena. Complete disorientation and panic took over and there was yelling and running everywhere. When we finally made it back to the boats, most of the equipment we had carried with us was lost and there was no one among us who was not injured, some were even poisoned. We spent a hard night directly on the beach and woke up drenched, covered with sand and salt all over, our wounds burning like fire. Yet we decided to continue our expedition.		After stocking up supplies in Port Hope we immediately focused on the next step in our plans. It was our goal to reach the haunted ruins of Drefia using small boats that would allow us to stay close to the beach which had some major advantages: while exploring the coastline we could gather food and water in the jungle and avoid the dangers of the treacherous reefs of the northern coast at the same time. Of course this would still be a dangerous and daring enterprise - else it would have been done before -, but we were sure that it could be done. Indeed the voyage started smoothly. We grew accustomed to the difficulties of the coastline quite fast and none of the giant sea creatures that were rumoured to plague the reefs were sighted. The first actual threats we faced were quite ordinary beasts of the jungle which - although dangerous - did not turn out to be of greater danger than the animals we had encountered during other travels. However we did not expect at all the very jungle to turn against us. We were setting up camp on a clearing that seemed peaceful, even idyllic. With hindsight this fact should have alerted us, but we were exhausted from a lengthy trip and relieved to get some rest without having to drive some beasts away first. All of a sudden, thorns shot all over the clearing and the previously calm jungle ground came to violent life. Plants we had never seen before were biting our feet with the ferocious greed of a rabid hyaena. Complete disorientation and panic took over and there was yelling and running everywhere. When we finally made it back to the boats, most of the equipment we had carried with us was lost and there was no one among us who was not injured, some were even poisoned. We spent a hard night directly on the beach and woke up drenched, covered with sand and salt all over, our wounds burning like fire. Yet we decided to continue our expedition.

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			'''Tradução:'''<br>

			Depois de estocarmos suprimentos em Port Hope, imediatamente centramos no nosso próximo passo em nossos planos. Era nosso objetivo atingir as ruínas assombradas de Drefia, utilizando pequenos barcos que nos permitiam ficar perto da praia, isso tinha algumas vantagens importantes: ao explorar o litoral poderíamos recolher alimentos e água na floresta e ao mesmo tempo evitar os perigos dos traiçoeiros recifes do litoral do norte.
			Claro que isso ainda seria perigoso e ousado, ou teria sido feito antes, mas tínhamos certeza de que isso poderia ser feito. Na verdade, a viagem começou sem problemas. Nós crescemos acostumados às dificuldades do litoral bem rápido e nenhuma das criaturas marinhas gigantes que eram rumores de atormentar os recifes foram avistadas.
			As primeiras ameaças reais que enfrentamos eram animais bastantes comuns das selvas que - embora perigosos - não viam a ser de maior perigo do que os animais que tínhamos encontrado durante outras viagens. No entanto, não esperávamos nada da selva a se voltar contra nós. Nós estávamos montando acampamento em uma clareira, que parecia pacífica, mesmo idílica. Em análise este fato deveria ter alertado a gente, mas estávamos exaustos de uma viagem longa e aliviados por termos algum descanso sem termos de conduzir alguns animais para fora primeiro.
			Repentinamente, espinhos dispararam todo o desmatamento e o chão da selva anteriormente calma voltou à vida violenta. As plantas que nunca tínhamos visto antes foram mordendo nossos pés com a ganância de uma feroz hiena raivosa. Desorientação e completo pânico tomaram conta e lá estávamos gritando e correndo por toda parte. Quando finalmente conseguimos voltar para os barcos, a maioria dos equipamentos que tínhamos levado conosco estava perdido e não havia ninguém entre nós que não ficou ferido, alguns foram até mesmo envenenados. Passamos uma noite dura diretamente na praia e acordamos encharcados, cobertos com areia e sal por todo corpo, nossas feridas queimavam como fogo. No entanto, decidimos continuar a nossa expedição.

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Sanosuke'Matheus em 16h17min de 29 de julho de 2011

2011-07-29T16:17:37Z

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	\| traduzido = Não		\| traduzido = Não
	\| prevbook =		\| prevbook =
			\| author = Ploch Pridestride
	\| nextbook = My Travels by Ploch Pridestride (Volume 18) (book)		\| nextbook = My Travels by Ploch Pridestride (Volume 18) (book)
	\| text =		\| text =
	After stocking up supplies in Port Hope we immediately focused on the next step in our plans. It was our goal to reach the haunted ruins of Drefia using small boats that would allow us to stay close to the beach which had some major advantages: while exploring the coastline we could gather food and water in the jungle and avoid the dangers of the treacherous reefs of the northern coast at the same time. Of course this would still be a dangerous and daring enterprise - else it would have been done before -, but we were sure that it could be done. Indeed the voyage started smoothly. We grew accustomed to the difficulties of the coastline quite fast and none of the giant sea creatures that were rumoured to plague the reefs were sighted. The first actual threats we faced were quite ordinary beasts of the jungle which - although dangerous - did not turn out to be of greater danger than the animals we had encountered during other travels. However we did not expect at all the very jungle to turn against us. We were setting up camp on a clearing that seemed peaceful, even idyllic. With hindsight this fact should have alerted us, but we were exhausted from a lengthy trip and relieved to get some rest without having to drive some beasts away first. All of a sudden, thorns shot all over the clearing and the previously calm jungle ground came to violent life. Plants we had never seen before were biting our feet with the ferocious greed of a rabid hyaena. Complete disorientation and panic took over and there was yelling and running everywhere. When we finally made it back to the boats, most of the equipment we had carried with us was lost and there was no one among us who was not injured, some were even poisoned. We spent a hard night directly on the beach and woke up drenched, covered with sand and salt all over, our wounds burning like fire. Yet we decided to continue our expedition.		After stocking up supplies in Port Hope we immediately focused on the next step in our plans. It was our goal to reach the haunted ruins of Drefia using small boats that would allow us to stay close to the beach which had some major advantages: while exploring the coastline we could gather food and water in the jungle and avoid the dangers of the treacherous reefs of the northern coast at the same time. Of course this would still be a dangerous and daring enterprise - else it would have been done before -, but we were sure that it could be done. Indeed the voyage started smoothly. We grew accustomed to the difficulties of the coastline quite fast and none of the giant sea creatures that were rumoured to plague the reefs were sighted. The first actual threats we faced were quite ordinary beasts of the jungle which - although dangerous - did not turn out to be of greater danger than the animals we had encountered during other travels. However we did not expect at all the very jungle to turn against us. We were setting up camp on a clearing that seemed peaceful, even idyllic. With hindsight this fact should have alerted us, but we were exhausted from a lengthy trip and relieved to get some rest without having to drive some beasts away first. All of a sudden, thorns shot all over the clearing and the previously calm jungle ground came to violent life. Plants we had never seen before were biting our feet with the ferocious greed of a rabid hyaena. Complete disorientation and panic took over and there was yelling and running everywhere. When we finally made it back to the boats, most of the equipment we had carried with us was lost and there was no one among us who was not injured, some were even poisoned. We spent a hard night directly on the beach and woke up drenched, covered with sand and salt all over, our wounds burning like fire. Yet we decided to continue our expedition.
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