The alpha male and female both growl in response but to Shautha and Ulf, they know its an affirmation noise that they will in fact follow the instructions given, the female picking up the 'satchel' of berries as the entire pack wanders off in the directions that Ulf states, hoping for the best for their kin. The alpha had acknowledged 'by the high moon' but did little else. For now at-least the pack 'felt' full, regardless of whether or not they were in truth. But their animal brains couldn't process the difference. And after a moment they were off.
The party itself finally continuing on their way to the bridge that rose ominously into the bright day, if only due to how dauntingly tall and long the thing was, the 'human' brain not being able to accept that such a thing could hold weight with no supports along the way... yet climb it you all did, it rose at just shy of a twenty-degree angle, making for an incline that was just safe enough for wagons to go down, if careful, without fear of 'sliding' into a snowball effect. Once at the apex where the bridge itself plateau'd fine engravings could be seen with a smooth center, and a detailed outline, likely to allow vehicles to know where the 'safe' center was when traversing it. As you all look out over the landscape, since such a view is rare enough to those who don't frequent such places - but the river, shimmered and sparkled like glitter from this view as it casually flowed, with very few white-wash spots, the hills and valleys of the dessarim visible for miles around. The Bargewright bustling as if nothing had ever happened though almost no traffic went in or out of the gates. And from here, the miles of wheat fields were visible though partially blocked by the overpass itself.
The clouds seemed like neighbors despite them being miles above, and the wind was calm, and comfortable, tempering the heat of the sun. After about two hours, the middle of the day came, and you found yourselves on the decline with the town of Womford just off to the side. Most of the buildings here are simple shacks or farmhouses, and from above you'd spotted a small road leading to the river itself, that seemed to have a wharf and large 'fancy' building, at-least compared to the rest. Despite the massive fields of wheat, you only saw a few farmers out and about their business, and they waved at you, friendly enough but seemed intent on their work.
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As the wolves retreated far into the night, Ylnira released a breath she hadn't realized she had been holding. She recalls the nomadic childhood she only barely remembers - her parents, or whoever they were at the time, would warn of the dangers present within the woods and valleys of the wilderness. Perhaps that is the reason for her aversion to camping outside. The safety offered within cities is an addictive feeling; especially when she could hide among the population at a moment's notice.
Regardless, she casts an appreciative look towards her two other companions. "I was not aware speaking with animals is even possible," she openly wonders, primarily relieved no creature - wolves included - was injured in the encounter. "I heard wolves were very dangerous. I hate to think how that could have gone otherwise."
Only bothering for a moment to appreciate the view, Ylnira remained silent over the course of the journey. Her pace is surprisingly brisk; her lack of armor allows for quick movement. Her strides and movements are carefully measured to expend as little energy as possible while still moving forwards. As the party nears the city, Ylnira casts a glance around the small village and lowers her voice for only her two companions to hear. "I'm not sure we have too much to gain staying here for long besides safe rest. We could ask for where the attacks are rumored to be happening - Womford seems to be the closest location, although I worry about the cultists keeping an eye on the town's proceedings. Three strange people wandering in and asking about the cult's locations is at worst conspicuous." Her eyes trail to the more elegantly furnished house. "Whoever is in charge might reside there. We could ask them, or simply move on - I don't have a strong preference. We already have a general area to investigate."
As he crosses the bridge, Ulf uses the unique opportunity to assess the terrain to the north and south. Maps often contain scant detail, especially of the simple things -- places to camp, secluded gullies, or of the transient signs of people waiting to prey upon travelers. The barmaid had mentioned her people were camped on the river, and his keen eyes seek any sign of their presence or their passing.
When he is satisfied that he has seen what can be seen, he continues. As he walks he observes their surroundings and his companions. He can not help but be impressed with both. The bridge -- despite being so out of place in the wilds -- is a marvel that he grudgingly admires. The orc, too, had exceeded his expectations -- he had thought she might kill the weakened and starving wolves: Taking advantage of weakness was a trait he had been taught was common among orcs. Finally, his eyes came to rest on the strange priestess -- if priestess she was. For city dweller she moved with a casual grace -- even a confidence -- that he did not expect. More to her than meets the eye.
His suspicions are deepened when she suggests bypassing the town despite her previous protestation of discomfort. "It's been a long day, and we are here now" he says, glancing at the buildings. "But the choice is yours; I will trust your judgement. Cities are not my home, but they are a source of news."
Ylnira cuts a glance towards the ramshackle huts with her searching gaze, apparently coming to some sort of conclusion. The sore memories of the previous excursion into an unknown settlement are still raw within her mind. "I have no intentions of remaining for long. I will return shortly," she curtly quips, settling her gaze on Womford.
She wastes little time in approaching the city's entry and making her way through the town, ears perked for any rumors pertinent to the party's goals - she was certain an area within proximity of rumored cultist's activity would be abuzz with information. If the small town has a town crier professing the town's ongoings or relevant news, she will inquire about the missing shipments or anything the town may have heard about the cult. Regardless, she will seek the buildings she feels most at home in - a clinic or makeshift hospital - and offer her services to those she can aid. Places who tend to the injured often amassed information trickled down by their patients - and something tells Ylnira the cults tended to cause no small amount of harm to the people who may happen to be within the small town's area. While Ylnira's primary concern is collecting any snippets of information she can, she keeps her eyes peeled for any suspicious activity - whether that be someone shadowing her from afar or a possible cultist seeking to keep watch over the city's activities. She had little doubt somewhere so close to the area where cults are rumored to frequent wouldn't be under watch by the cult.
Seek rumors related to the cult's activities or anything else pertinent to the party's goals. Watch for any cult spies or other possible adversaries.
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The alpha male and female both growl in response but to Shautha and Ulf, they know its an affirmation noise that they will in fact follow the instructions given, the female picking up the 'satchel' of berries as the entire pack wanders off in the directions that Ulf states, hoping for the best for their kin. The alpha had acknowledged 'by the high moon' but did little else. For now at-least the pack 'felt' full, regardless of whether or not they were in truth. But their animal brains couldn't process the difference. And after a moment they were off.
The party itself finally continuing on their way to the bridge that rose ominously into the bright day, if only due to how dauntingly tall and long the thing was, the 'human' brain not being able to accept that such a thing could hold weight with no supports along the way... yet climb it you all did, it rose at just shy of a twenty-degree angle, making for an incline that was just safe enough for wagons to go down, if careful, without fear of 'sliding' into a snowball effect. Once at the apex where the bridge itself plateau'd fine engravings could be seen with a smooth center, and a detailed outline, likely to allow vehicles to know where the 'safe' center was when traversing it. As you all look out over the landscape, since such a view is rare enough to those who don't frequent such places - but the river, shimmered and sparkled like glitter from this view as it casually flowed, with very few white-wash spots, the hills and valleys of the dessarim visible for miles around. The Bargewright bustling as if nothing had ever happened though almost no traffic went in or out of the gates. And from here, the miles of wheat fields were visible though partially blocked by the overpass itself.
The clouds seemed like neighbors despite them being miles above, and the wind was calm, and comfortable, tempering the heat of the sun. After about two hours, the middle of the day came, and you found yourselves on the decline with the town of Womford just off to the side. Most of the buildings here are simple shacks or farmhouses, and from above you'd spotted a small road leading to the river itself, that seemed to have a wharf and large 'fancy' building, at-least compared to the rest. Despite the massive fields of wheat, you only saw a few farmers out and about their business, and they waved at you, friendly enough but seemed intent on their work.
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(Notifications haven't been working for me. I should check threads more often! - I should be able to consistently post from now on.)
As the wolves retreated far into the night, Ylnira released a breath she hadn't realized she had been holding. She recalls the nomadic childhood she only barely remembers - her parents, or whoever they were at the time, would warn of the dangers present within the woods and valleys of the wilderness. Perhaps that is the reason for her aversion to camping outside. The safety offered within cities is an addictive feeling; especially when she could hide among the population at a moment's notice.
Regardless, she casts an appreciative look towards her two other companions. "I was not aware speaking with animals is even possible," she openly wonders, primarily relieved no creature - wolves included - was injured in the encounter. "I heard wolves were very dangerous. I hate to think how that could have gone otherwise."
Only bothering for a moment to appreciate the view, Ylnira remained silent over the course of the journey. Her pace is surprisingly brisk; her lack of armor allows for quick movement. Her strides and movements are carefully measured to expend as little energy as possible while still moving forwards. As the party nears the city, Ylnira casts a glance around the small village and lowers her voice for only her two companions to hear. "I'm not sure we have too much to gain staying here for long besides safe rest. We could ask for where the attacks are rumored to be happening - Womford seems to be the closest location, although I worry about the cultists keeping an eye on the town's proceedings. Three strange people wandering in and asking about the cult's locations is at worst conspicuous." Her eyes trail to the more elegantly furnished house. "Whoever is in charge might reside there. We could ask them, or simply move on - I don't have a strong preference. We already have a general area to investigate."
As he crosses the bridge, Ulf uses the unique opportunity to assess the terrain to the north and south. Maps often contain scant detail, especially of the simple things -- places to camp, secluded gullies, or of the transient signs of people waiting to prey upon travelers. The barmaid had mentioned her people were camped on the river, and his keen eyes seek any sign of their presence or their passing.
When he is satisfied that he has seen what can be seen, he continues. As he walks he observes their surroundings and his companions. He can not help but be impressed with both. The bridge -- despite being so out of place in the wilds -- is a marvel that he grudgingly admires. The orc, too, had exceeded his expectations -- he had thought she might kill the weakened and starving wolves: Taking advantage of weakness was a trait he had been taught was common among orcs. Finally, his eyes came to rest on the strange priestess -- if priestess she was. For city dweller she moved with a casual grace -- even a confidence -- that he did not expect. More to her than meets the eye.
His suspicions are deepened when she suggests bypassing the town despite her previous protestation of discomfort. "It's been a long day, and we are here now" he says, glancing at the buildings. "But the choice is yours; I will trust your judgement. Cities are not my home, but they are a source of news."
Ylnira cuts a glance towards the ramshackle huts with her searching gaze, apparently coming to some sort of conclusion. The sore memories of the previous excursion into an unknown settlement are still raw within her mind. "I have no intentions of remaining for long. I will return shortly," she curtly quips, settling her gaze on Womford.
She wastes little time in approaching the city's entry and making her way through the town, ears perked for any rumors pertinent to the party's goals - she was certain an area within proximity of rumored cultist's activity would be abuzz with information. If the small town has a town crier professing the town's ongoings or relevant news, she will inquire about the missing shipments or anything the town may have heard about the cult. Regardless, she will seek the buildings she feels most at home in - a clinic or makeshift hospital - and offer her services to those she can aid. Places who tend to the injured often amassed information trickled down by their patients - and something tells Ylnira the cults tended to cause no small amount of harm to the people who may happen to be within the small town's area. While Ylnira's primary concern is collecting any snippets of information she can, she keeps her eyes peeled for any suspicious activity - whether that be someone shadowing her from afar or a possible cultist seeking to keep watch over the city's activities. She had little doubt somewhere so close to the area where cults are rumored to frequent wouldn't be under watch by the cult.
Seek rumors related to the cult's activities or anything else pertinent to the party's goals.
Watch for any cult spies or other possible adversaries.