Gobber rubs his beardy chin and speaks in a serious tone.
Perhaps we should mark our path as we keep traveling since people are disappearing or getting lost. Others might be able to find their way back if they were lost.
Angie nods at Gobber. "That sounds very prudent. Would you be able to accomplish that task yourself Gobber, or is there something you would need from us?" Angie mounts her horse and heads in the direction indicated by the guards. "Either way, I think it is time to continue on our journey."
You skirt Yska and find the road north which brings you along the coast as you continue making plans for the forest. This road is different that than the southern one you took in from the grasslands. While it is still mostly dirt underfoot, there are lengths of a chalky white substance which upon closer inspection appear to be crushed shellls. A briny sea breeze blows in from the water to your west as you follow the gradual incline of the road. You travel for two days stopping for a long uneventful rest each night. On the morning of third day since leaving Yska the road splits. In the middle of the road is a signpost. One arrow points northeast and reads “STIGOR”, while the other points northwest and reads “WILDHEART”.
DMNote: You are almost to Wildheart, but are welcome to visit Stigor (check the map). Which direction do you choose?
"Yes, I agree." Angie says, nodding. "These people have suffered from the malignancy found in this forest for long enough. If we can do something about it, we should do it sooner rather later."
Gobbler will use his shortsword to make some sort of indication that they passed through this area. (A wooden cross made from sticks from the campfire of last night)
You continue on to Wildheart with prudence, marking your path along the way. You no longer feel the sea breeze and the day proves to be warm as the sun’s rays shine down on your backs. Fields of wildflowers dot the landscape and small stands of trees become more and more prevalent as you head closer to the forest. Summer’s end is not far away, but winter is the farthest thing from your mind as you travel. You stop to make camp around dusk on the side of road as to not enter the forest for the first time at night. You are roughly five, or six miles from Wildheart, so setting a watch is must.
Do you make a campfire? And what is your watch order?
Angie nods thoughtfully, "I wonder if it is safe to sleep without a fire to ward off the nocturnal beasts." She shrugs, "I'll let you decide. Either way, I will take the second watch in the middle of the night, since I can see pretty well, even in the darkest of night."
Thokein you build up good fire that looks like it will last the whole night. After you accomplish this you sit with your back to the fire to keep watch. It is another warm night. Your watch is quite and uneventful.. almost too quite. You do not hear anything in the surrounding trees. Not a moth, bird, or tree squirrel appears to be stirring this night. You find the silence odd, but don’t dwell on it as you change shifts and bed down for the night.
Angie, the silence continues through your watch. Clouds begin to sweep in and they cover the moon and stars and darken your surroundings significantly. Towards the end of your watch you shiver slightly as the warmth of the day leaves you completely and you are suddenly thankful to Thokein for building such a good fire.
Gobbler, while you sit with your back to the fire you watch as a thick blanket of rolling fog descends on your camp from the general direction of Wildheart. The billowing tendrils bring a bone chilling cold with them and you cling to your blanket for warmth. Suddenly, you see a woman emerge from the fog. You let out a gasp and you can see your breath rise before you like a tiny cloud in the freezing air. The woman stands next to a large tree in the distance. Her gray-green cloak is wrapped tightly around her body and a sparkling silver buckle can be seen from her waist. Her skin looks pale in the dim light as she stands there and watches your camp for what seems like an eternity. After, a few moments the fog begins to engulf the woman once again. But, as the fog slowly swallows the woman she raises a hand and points it at your party then back to the forest. Once the woman is completely gone a cold wind sweeps forth over the landscape and the fog momentarily becomes so thick that you can not even see your hands in front of your face. The thick fog remains through the rest of the uneventful night and into the early morning as you all stir from your slumber.
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Healer nods,
"Time is always a factor."
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Gobber rubs his beardy chin and speaks in a serious tone.
Perhaps we should mark our path as we keep traveling since people are disappearing or getting lost. Others might be able to find their way back if they were lost.
Says with a laugh, "What do you suggest? Bread crumb"
"Perhaps we can make markings on trees and the dirt below. We can make arrows or a ditch."
Angie nods at Gobber. "That sounds very prudent. Would you be able to accomplish that task yourself Gobber, or is there something you would need from us?" Angie mounts her horse and heads in the direction indicated by the guards. "Either way, I think it is time to continue on our journey."
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Healer,
"I don't really have any way of marking anything."
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"All you need to mark a tree is a good blade."
You skirt Yska and find the road north which brings you along the coast as you continue making plans for the forest. This road is different that than the southern one you took in from the grasslands. While it is still mostly dirt underfoot, there are lengths of a chalky white substance which upon closer inspection appear to be crushed shellls. A briny sea breeze blows in from the water to your west as you follow the gradual incline of the road. You travel for two days stopping for a long uneventful rest each night. On the morning of third day since leaving Yska the road splits. In the middle of the road is a signpost. One arrow points northeast and reads “STIGOR”, while the other points northwest and reads “WILDHEART”.
DM Note: You are almost to Wildheart, but are welcome to visit Stigor (check the map). Which direction do you choose?
"Since we told those guards, I suppose we should head straight toward Wildheart."
"Yes, I agree." Angie says, nodding. "These people have suffered from the malignancy found in this forest for long enough. If we can do something about it, we should do it sooner rather later."
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Healer nods,
"Let's go."
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Gobbler will use his shortsword to make some sort of indication that they passed through this area. (A wooden cross made from sticks from the campfire of last night)
You continue on to Wildheart with prudence, marking your path along the way. You no longer feel the sea breeze and the day proves to be warm as the sun’s rays shine down on your backs. Fields of wildflowers dot the landscape and small stands of trees become more and more prevalent as you head closer to the forest. Summer’s end is not far away, but winter is the farthest thing from your mind as you travel. You stop to make camp around dusk on the side of road as to not enter the forest for the first time at night. You are roughly five, or six miles from Wildheart, so setting a watch is must.
Do you make a campfire? And what is your watch order?
"I wonder if it is safe to light a wood fire so close to such a wild forest."
Angie nods thoughtfully, "I wonder if it is safe to sleep without a fire to ward off the nocturnal beasts." She shrugs, "I'll let you decide. Either way, I will take the second watch in the middle of the night, since I can see pretty well, even in the darkest of night."
Angie's perception = 10
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"A good point. I will take first watch then." Builds a fire.
Perception: 23
14
Thokein you build up good fire that looks like it will last the whole night. After you accomplish this you sit with your back to the fire to keep watch. It is another warm night. Your watch is quite and uneventful.. almost too quite. You do not hear anything in the surrounding trees. Not a moth, bird, or tree squirrel appears to be stirring this night. You find the silence odd, but don’t dwell on it as you change shifts and bed down for the night.
Angie, the silence continues through your watch. Clouds begin to sweep in and they cover the moon and stars and darken your surroundings significantly. Towards the end of your watch you shiver slightly as the warmth of the day leaves you completely and you are suddenly thankful to Thokein for building such a good fire.
Gobber will take the third shift.
Perception: 22
With disadvantage: 20
Healer takes the last watch.
18
6
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Gobbler, while you sit with your back to the fire you watch as a thick blanket of rolling fog descends on your camp from the general direction of Wildheart. The billowing tendrils bring a bone chilling cold with them and you cling to your blanket for warmth. Suddenly, you see a woman emerge from the fog. You let out a gasp and you can see your breath rise before you like a tiny cloud in the freezing air. The woman stands next to a large tree in the distance. Her gray-green cloak is wrapped tightly around her body and a sparkling silver buckle can be seen from her waist. Her skin looks pale in the dim light as she stands there and watches your camp for what seems like an eternity. After, a few moments the fog begins to engulf the woman once again. But, as the fog slowly swallows the woman she raises a hand and points it at your party then back to the forest. Once the woman is completely gone a cold wind sweeps forth over the landscape and the fog momentarily becomes so thick that you can not even see your hands in front of your face. The thick fog remains through the rest of the uneventful night and into the early morning as you all stir from your slumber.