With Anearis driving the wagon once again, ((Ander presumably riding the lead horse)), and the rest of the party sitting snugly within the wagon, the party departs, leaving Midgar behind. However, with the buildings still within spitting distance behind them, they arrive at a crossroads; literally and metaphorically. The four way intersection was even within sight from where the party unloaded the crates, but now leads in drastically different directions.
The road to the left (south) visibly looped back, leading to a more southern gate back in the city wall.
The road to the right (north) disappears running north over some hills and through some woods. This road also likely looped back around to the city at some point, but went on to more northern lands. Several travelers on foot and leading horses, were heading this way, perhaps to another nearby location, considering their willingness to travel at such a pace, this late in the day. Many of these travelers, while dressed appropriately in the sense that the guard would not arrest them for exposing themselves in the city, seemed to wear clothing more indicative of individuals at home outside the city walls. Certainly the occasional plain dressed farmers and commoners, but there were various hide and leather armors, packs with bedrolls, and cavalcade of weaponry. A variety of adventurers, not unlike the variety of the very party itself.
And finally, the road ahead (west) ran through some fields and turned southward, before reaching more forests in the distance. The tips of mountains could be seen far away, just above the tree tops. During the moments spent outside the gate, the party only witnessed a single other grouping take this road. A wagon with a supposed elvish family whom while were well out of earshot now, could still be seen as a miniature moving along the line in the land.
Atal slaps Anaeris on the back heartily. "Well! You want to do the tracking, or try our luck with the western road? Personally I think that's our best bet."
Moving forward, the party decided to take the road less travelled. It was near the 16th hour of the day, when they left the city of Midgar, and they hadn’t seen another single man-made structure since.
The sun had already lowered behind the trees and distant mountains, but there was still a dim hazy day light that allowed them to see ahead, even for those group members without dark vision.
However, night was approaching quickly, and the group was alone in a strange land.
The party had already begun on part of the road that headed south, and on both sides dense trees stood. The woods didn't come up right to the road, but instead there was approximately 50 to 100 feet between them. On the look out for a spot to stop for the night, Uthal identified several acceptable locations. The ground was generally level and anywhere along the road would provide a line of sight in all directions.
Had vision been the only sense Uthal relied on, he may have missed something else. The smelled was what clued him in. The smell of fire, or at the very least something burning. There were various earthy smells mixed in, but also something sweet. Following his nose, so to speak, Uthal saw that off in the distance, to the northwest, a small sliver of a smoke trail was drifting up to the darkening sky. The elevation of the woods in that direction allowed Uthal to see a likely source. A small clearing upon a hill, in the center of which stood a hut, and smoke coming from the chimney. He could make out the hut's shape due to the light coming through its open windows. While within eyesight of the party and the road, any attempt to travel to this structure would be through a couple miles of uneven and very dense woods, likely which the wagon, or even horses, wouldn't be able to navigate easily.
Kel had been mostly silent for the trip, only a low hum now and then of a few bars from various songs he learned back home or in his travels. He had lost track of time, just as he was lost in thought with ideas of work and sustaining a life in the city for a while. He kept his armor about him, resting his gearbag next to him, pike and greatsword sticking out of the wagon like poles with no flag attached. At times he would fiddle with the items in his pack, trying to organize them in some manner but mostly just killing time. At Uthals suggestion to stop for the evening Kel blinked back to focus and nodded, voicing his agreement. "That would be best, we can try to make up time tomorrow." Kel looked out over the road and the woods, some feet away from the road itself. He wasn't a surveyor by any means, but one patch of ground looked just as well as any other on the road as night set in. As Uthal pointed out a hut on a far away hill, Kel squinted his eyes for a look, but shrugged. "Someone seems to have made a living out there, shouldn't be much of a concern to us."
Anearis felt more at ease now that they had left the city. Out here in the wilderness, he was in his element. Though the day had mostly consisted of them traveling, the group would need to rest soon.
As Uthal pointed out the hut up on the hill, Anearis turned his attention there. Kel's seemingly lack of interest in the discovery surprised the elf. ''If someone lives there, perhaps they saw Ser D'armes coming through here earlier. A large dragonborn in armor riding on a horse is surely hard to miss around this part.'' He turned to the rest of the party. ''We could go ask them. At the very least, we would have a better indication of whether we are going the right way.''
Kel glanced over to the elf Anearis, then back to the hut. "That is some distance to cover in the dark, minus the horse and wagon. Even still to pick out a rider from there with any distinction, though if the woods be your way, I do not mind setting camp and keeping some watch over your transport."Kel stretched his aching joints, stiff from the ride.
Uthal gestures to his eyes. "I have no concerns with the dark, and I can gift what I have to others as needed. If we want to see what is up there we can go. If not then we rest and rise early."
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"Well, why don't you and Ander stay with the horses, while Anaeris, Uthal, and I go check out that hut? At the very least, we can tell whoever lives there that we're camping near their hut, so they won't come out in the middle of the night and attack us as would-be bandits." He pauses. "Considering my track record with... well. People. Someone else might want to do the talking, though." Atal stares at Anaeris and tries very hard to make the pressure obvious.
Sensing Atal’s discomfort, Anearis simply nods. "Very well. Uthal and I can do the talking." He gives his fellow elf a sympathetic smile. "Although, I feel you should not be so harsh on yourself. I do not believe Uthal and I are that much better with 'People'."
It was around the 19th hour of the day, when the group stopped. As Uthal dissapprated into the tree line, followed by Anearis and Atal, Ander and Kel are left with the wagon and horses. The party had only just pulled off to the side of the road, before splitting, even though it was getting dark, and no camp had yet been set up for the night.
Forest:
While visible from the road, the full leafy coverage of the trees refused to allow them a view of the hut any longer. As the Goliath, and two elves in tow, stepped into the forest, the ground beneath their feet almost immediately felt softer than the more rocky ground of the clearing running along the road. This was most likely due to the moss and leaves covering the ground. And in the daylight, these woods were probably a most inviting scene. However, as the surface for the trek ahead, it became one more potential hinderance for reaching their destination in a timely manner.
Simply put, if they were to reach it, they would simply have to rely on Uthal’s initial direction, and the hopes of finding themselves going uphill. Of course, if they did get lost, it would be a simple matter of heading east until they hit the road, if they could figure out which direction was in fact, East.
Kel watched as the majority of the party wandered into the thick brush of the woodlands and couldn't keep a scowl off his face. He scoffed as he pulled his gearbag from the wagon, placing it on the ground. To Anders comment Kel brusquely added on, gesturing to the woods. "By all means, there stands the grass." Kel led the horse off the wagon and tethered it to the tree line, assuming Ander would care for his own mount. Kel knew very little about tending horses, perhaps it could graze but water would be an issue. He wasn't about to empty his own skeins with no clear source to replenish from.
Setting camp was easier, he had done it plenty of times in his travels. From his gearbag he removed several folding rods and rolls of canvas, setting them in order. With short work he constructed the two-man tent from his belongings, stowing his bedroll and gearbag within, minus the greatsword. Kel took his time gathering kindling and branches from the treeline. With no axe he wouldn't have logs but with some deft strokes he had several branches he could feed the flame. His tinderbox would make a short work effort to igniting the pile, adding any stones he found for a circle about the campfire. Once sparked, he dulled it to a low ruby red with a gesture from his free hand. Setting camp was easy enough, keeping it would be its own dragon.
Kel sat on the ground before his tent and began to work on his greatsword, the sound of a whetstone grating into the dark.
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Uthal leads on into the darkness of the forrest, attempting to take as straight a line as possible. As he goes he begins a prayer to Selune to guide them through the darkness.
With Anearis driving the wagon once again, ((Ander presumably riding the lead horse)), and the rest of the party sitting snugly within the wagon, the party departs, leaving Midgar behind. However, with the buildings still within spitting distance behind them, they arrive at a crossroads; literally and metaphorically. The four way intersection was even within sight from where the party unloaded the crates, but now leads in drastically different directions.
The road to the left (south) visibly looped back, leading to a more southern gate back in the city wall.
The road to the right (north) disappears running north over some hills and through some woods. This road also likely looped back around to the city at some point, but went on to more northern lands. Several travelers on foot and leading horses, were heading this way, perhaps to another nearby location, considering their willingness to travel at such a pace, this late in the day. Many of these travelers, while dressed appropriately in the sense that the guard would not arrest them for exposing themselves in the city, seemed to wear clothing more indicative of individuals at home outside the city walls. Certainly the occasional plain dressed farmers and commoners, but there were various hide and leather armors, packs with bedrolls, and cavalcade of weaponry. A variety of adventurers, not unlike the variety of the very party itself.
And finally, the road ahead (west) ran through some fields and turned southward, before reaching more forests in the distance. The tips of mountains could be seen far away, just above the tree tops. During the moments spent outside the gate, the party only witnessed a single other grouping take this road. A wagon with a supposed elvish family whom while were well out of earshot now, could still be seen as a miniature moving along the line in the land.
Atal slaps Anaeris on the back heartily. "Well! You want to do the tracking, or try our luck with the western road? Personally I think that's our best bet."
Uthal just holds a large hand out, pointing west.
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"West seems the most logical choice." Anearis replies. With everyone seemingly in agreement, he drives the wagon on the road ahead, going westward.
Moving forward, the party decided to take the road less travelled. It was near the 16th hour of the day, when they left the city of Midgar, and they hadn’t seen another single man-made structure since.
The sun had already lowered behind the trees and distant mountains, but there was still a dim hazy day light that allowed them to see ahead, even for those group members without dark vision.
However, night was approaching quickly, and the group was alone in a strange land.
Uthal begins looking for a good spot to bed down for the night. "We should stop for the night soon. We will be even less help than normal exhausted."
Perception: 8
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The party had already begun on part of the road that headed south, and on both sides dense trees stood. The woods didn't come up right to the road, but instead there was approximately 50 to 100 feet between them. On the look out for a spot to stop for the night, Uthal identified several acceptable locations. The ground was generally level and anywhere along the road would provide a line of sight in all directions.
Had vision been the only sense Uthal relied on, he may have missed something else. The smelled was what clued him in. The smell of fire, or at the very least something burning. There were various earthy smells mixed in, but also something sweet. Following his nose, so to speak, Uthal saw that off in the distance, to the northwest, a small sliver of a smoke trail was drifting up to the darkening sky. The elevation of the woods in that direction allowed Uthal to see a likely source. A small clearing upon a hill, in the center of which stood a hut, and smoke coming from the chimney. He could make out the hut's shape due to the light coming through its open windows. While within eyesight of the party and the road, any attempt to travel to this structure would be through a couple miles of uneven and very dense woods, likely which the wagon, or even horses, wouldn't be able to navigate easily.
Uthal points to the hut. "Weird house on that hill. We won't be able to get the wagon there though."
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Kel had been mostly silent for the trip, only a low hum now and then of a few bars from various songs he learned back home or in his travels. He had lost track of time, just as he was lost in thought with ideas of work and sustaining a life in the city for a while. He kept his armor about him, resting his gearbag next to him, pike and greatsword sticking out of the wagon like poles with no flag attached. At times he would fiddle with the items in his pack, trying to organize them in some manner but mostly just killing time. At Uthals suggestion to stop for the evening Kel blinked back to focus and nodded, voicing his agreement. "That would be best, we can try to make up time tomorrow." Kel looked out over the road and the woods, some feet away from the road itself. He wasn't a surveyor by any means, but one patch of ground looked just as well as any other on the road as night set in. As Uthal pointed out a hut on a far away hill, Kel squinted his eyes for a look, but shrugged. "Someone seems to have made a living out there, shouldn't be much of a concern to us."
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Anearis felt more at ease now that they had left the city. Out here in the wilderness, he was in his element. Though the day had mostly consisted of them traveling, the group would need to rest soon.
As Uthal pointed out the hut up on the hill, Anearis turned his attention there. Kel's seemingly lack of interest in the discovery surprised the elf. ''If someone lives there, perhaps they saw Ser D'armes coming through here earlier. A large dragonborn in armor riding on a horse is surely hard to miss around this part.'' He turned to the rest of the party. ''We could go ask them. At the very least, we would have a better indication of whether we are going the right way.''
Kel glanced over to the elf Anearis, then back to the hut. "That is some distance to cover in the dark, minus the horse and wagon. Even still to pick out a rider from there with any distinction, though if the woods be your way, I do not mind setting camp and keeping some watch over your transport." Kel stretched his aching joints, stiff from the ride.
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Uthal gestures to his eyes. "I have no concerns with the dark, and I can gift what I have to others as needed. If we want to see what is up there we can go. If not then we rest and rise early."
Gronk in Bastion, Kingdom of Medrin Elixisys in Talaveroth (Team 2) Uthal in Lost Continent of Theviranne
"Well, why don't you and Ander stay with the horses, while Anaeris, Uthal, and I go check out that hut? At the very least, we can tell whoever lives there that we're camping near their hut, so they won't come out in the middle of the night and attack us as would-be bandits." He pauses. "Considering my track record with... well. People. Someone else might want to do the talking, though." Atal stares at Anaeris and tries very hard to make the pressure obvious.
Sensing Atal’s discomfort, Anearis simply nods. "Very well. Uthal and I can do the talking." He gives his fellow elf a sympathetic smile. "Although, I feel you should not be so harsh on yourself. I do not believe Uthal and I are that much better with 'People'."
"Maybe only at breaking them. Talking has never been my 'thing'." Uthal starts towards the cabin.
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Anearis follows Uthal up the hill.
Road:
It was around the 19th hour of the day, when the group stopped. As Uthal dissapprated into the tree line, followed by Anearis and Atal, Ander and Kel are left with the wagon and horses. The party had only just pulled off to the side of the road, before splitting, even though it was getting dark, and no camp had yet been set up for the night.
Forest:
While visible from the road, the full leafy coverage of the trees refused to allow them a view of the hut any longer. As the Goliath, and two elves in tow, stepped into the forest, the ground beneath their feet almost immediately felt softer than the more rocky ground of the clearing running along the road. This was most likely due to the moss and leaves covering the ground. And in the daylight, these woods were probably a most inviting scene. However, as the surface for the trek ahead, it became one more potential hinderance for reaching their destination in a timely manner.
Simply put, if they were to reach it, they would simply have to rely on Uthal’s initial direction, and the hopes of finding themselves going uphill. Of course, if they did get lost, it would be a simple matter of heading east until they hit the road, if they could figure out which direction was in fact, East.
"I have a bad feeling about this."
Kel watched as the majority of the party wandered into the thick brush of the woodlands and couldn't keep a scowl off his face. He scoffed as he pulled his gearbag from the wagon, placing it on the ground. To Anders comment Kel brusquely added on, gesturing to the woods. "By all means, there stands the grass." Kel led the horse off the wagon and tethered it to the tree line, assuming Ander would care for his own mount. Kel knew very little about tending horses, perhaps it could graze but water would be an issue. He wasn't about to empty his own skeins with no clear source to replenish from.
Setting camp was easier, he had done it plenty of times in his travels. From his gearbag he removed several folding rods and rolls of canvas, setting them in order. With short work he constructed the two-man tent from his belongings, stowing his bedroll and gearbag within, minus the greatsword. Kel took his time gathering kindling and branches from the treeline. With no axe he wouldn't have logs but with some deft strokes he had several branches he could feed the flame. His tinderbox would make a short work effort to igniting the pile, adding any stones he found for a circle about the campfire. Once sparked, he dulled it to a low ruby red with a gesture from his free hand. Setting camp was easy enough, keeping it would be its own dragon.
Kel sat on the ground before his tent and began to work on his greatsword, the sound of a whetstone grating into the dark.
Exitus Acta Probat
Uthal leads on into the darkness of the forrest, attempting to take as straight a line as possible. As he goes he begins a prayer to Selune to guide them through the darkness.
Wisdom: 13
Gronk in Bastion, Kingdom of Medrin Elixisys in Talaveroth (Team 2) Uthal in Lost Continent of Theviranne