So, if we were to put the last few days' events into a cheezy script format, it would go a lot like this:
Day 1:
Everyone: It's cold.
Geralt: Have no fear, I haz survival!
*three hours later*
Geralt: OSHID, we're lost.
Gnome: Let's find a cave, I'm cold.
Big Guy: I'm not.
Jaxte: *casts some shit* Hay there's a cave, with unresponsive intelligent life residing within.
Everyone: FUCK IT, LET'S GET READY TO FIGHT FOR THE CAVE.
Cave: *is on top of sheer cliff wall*
Choline: Well I have 17 skill points in climb.
Gnome: Take my rope.
Choline: Okay. *climbs*
Everyone: Do you see anything?
Choline: *pause* TROLL IN THE DUNGEON CAVE! *climbs down cliff*
Everyone Else: OMGWTF.
Trolls: *random trollish noises*
Everyone: *fights trolls*
Trolls: *regenerate*
Keir: *acid breath*
Trolls: *ded*
Everyone: YAY CAVE!
Jaxte: *casts moar shit* It's not cold.
Everyone: *sleep*
Day 2:
Everyone: Despite the fact that Geralt got us completely lost yesterday, we're still going to trust in him because he has survival ranks and we don't.
Choline: *fails fort save* FUCKING FROSTBITE.
Weather: *begins to suck*
Everyone: *cold*
Weather: HAHA! I WIN! *blizzard*
Everyone: *builds a shelter out of snow*
Shelter: *is warmer, but not really warm*
Choline and Keir: *too cold to knock boots*
Day 3, Or Maybe 4. How long did that blizzard last, anyway?:
Geralt: *still lost*
Choline: Hay I have a great idea. Gregor, why don't you FLY UP and tell us which way we should go?
Gnome: I'll come along and sketch a maplike thing.
Gnome and Gregor: *fly up*
Everyone: *no longer lost*
Desert: *is hot*
Everyone: *strips out of their parkas*
Choline: *does so unintentionally lewdly*
Sand: *glows*
Gregor: OH FUCK. *casts tentacle raep*
Tentacles: *can't raep the glow*
Glow: *is a man*
Scorpio Brands: *on man's wrists*
Choline: Hay a friend! *shows off own tattoos*
Everyone: Jiggawhu?
Keir: Even I haven't seen those.
Everyone: *completes the sexually charged joke at their leisure*
Man: I can take you through the desert.
Everyone: Wonderful.
Man: I just need you to clear out a lich lair.
Gnome: Will there be loot?
Man: There will be loot.
Gnome and Gregor: *starry eyes*
Choline: So who do you work for?
Man: Nobody. By the way, my name is Vaelos. And you're going to kill me some vampires.
Choline: WHAT *summons Yarmouth the Shade*
Yarmouth: 8D
Vampires: BLAARG.
Combat: *happens*
Vampires: *go gassy*
Everyone: *move to coffin room*
Gregor: *is possessed, casts moar tentacle raep*
Yarmouth: 8D *deals strength damage*
Everyone: *on the way to pwnage*
Keir: *grappling tentacles. Or maybe vampires. Whatever.*
Geralt: This... isn't good.
Floyd Red Crow Westerman + Holy Brigade: HERE WE COME TO SAVE THE DAAAAAY.
Gregor: *no longer possessed*
FRCW+HB: We want to talk to Big Guy.
Big Guy: Wha I do?
FRCW+HB: *drag him off*
Keir: *to Choline* Here, have one of my javelins.
Choline: Thanks.
Everyone: *once again completes the sexually charged joke at their leisure*
Big Guy: How you all doin'?
FRCW+HB: Quiet, we have business. *crack their knuckles and look intimidatingly holy*
Everyone Else: Uh... we'll be over here. *destroys coffins, lol*