*****Dale-Garlin*****
Riding the Oliphants was harder than it looked, as Garlin was currently discovering. On his first three tries to mount the great beast, he had been glad for the 'landing sacks' that were placed on either side of the creature. Although the landing sacks broke most of the fall, he was still nursing quite a few bruises on either side of his body. Now that he had found his balance, the huge thing had to move. Holding on for dear life, Garlin tensed himself for what he thought would be a very painful landing. The beast, however, seemed to sense his timidness and took short, careful steps, so as not to sway as much, and therefore give less fear to the rider of falling off. After the first few cautious steps, the creature reached it's normal walking pace, which, after the first few beginner steps, were easier for Garlin to handle. Jarl, unlike Garlin, had no problem hopping onto his Oliphant. The show off! Garlin thought to himself. Next, Ethar got in the saddle. He had less trouble than Garlin hopping on, since it only took him one try, and seemed to be slightly skilled at riding. Finally was Gramil. He took a few cautious steps over to the beast, and slowly lowered himself onto the saddle. After his beast was out, he smiled and yelled out, "Nurn ho!" And with that, his great beast took a giant step, and began it's journey towards Nurn. The other three followed soon after.
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