Stan will volunteer after Lumin & Grungle. He will also take Leo's watch so that he can get some much needed rest. [Keep the healer happy & healthy.]

From up in the tree, Lumin hums, and asks Hubert if he will take third watch with Stan. He then goes back to humming a common dirge he learned while bounty hunting.

[OOC: DM it's up to you of course, but do you guys think we should assume the others are "sleeping" and roll on with the 3 or 4 of us who have been active? Cabois, Tredpalo, and finfan89 haven't been active in any thread for 10 days to 2 weeks if I am seeing their DND post record correctly. They can jump back in if they come back?)

[Cool with me, if it matters.]

//no issue here at this point.//

Throughout your watches eerie whistles can be heard issuing from within the forest and macabre green lights can be glimpsed across the plains. Any attempts to investigate further are of no avail.

Lur is calling his children, and they march to war.

(If everyone is OK with it I'm going to travel-montage you all to Winterfell.)

You awake to a cold autumn morning much like the last. A light drizzle descends from the murky grey heavens as you resume your journey to Winterfell. The forest floor beneath your feet is foated in a thick layer of dead leaves and moss, and it crunches pleasantly as you head for the largest city this side of the mountains. At nights the land swarms with activity as fell hordes of gibbering monstrosities gather for war and lay waste to the few settlements they encounter. 

After two days of rain and frigid wind it is a weary band of adventurers that collapse before the massive stone gates of Winterfell. A soldier dressed in the white and deep red of the Winterfell Guard calls down the customary inquiry .

"Vhat business haff you in Vinterfell? The times are grim and traffelers few. "

(You better believe I'm going Russian accent on these guys.)

Looking up at the guard, and stretching his full height for the first time after hours of trudging, Lumin answers, "Indeed and well met. We've come from Byting, or what might be left of it. Mable alway said, 'An informed lion tamer knows where the dangers lie.' If the report is something the good leaders of Winterfell would want to hear, please take us to them. Otherwise, point us to the nearest needy person, so we can avenge the people of Byting by taking down some of these monsters."

"Hass Byting Fallen? These are grim times indeed." 

The guard shouts an order and the iron portcullis is raised. Inside the walls of Winterfell, you are met with a scene of chaos. Thousands of survivors have taken refuge within the strong stone walls of Winterfell, and hide tents have been erected on every free foot of ground for shelter against the cold winds and frequent snowfall. Those wealthy enough to afford it take up residence in the tall stone buildings which are scattered about the city. Famine and disease have swept through the city, and carts rattle through the streets bearing pale corpses with staring eyes. Pits have been dug just outside the city walls and the dead are unceremoniously dumped from the battlements into the gaping mass graves. Gaunt children and starving dogs stare at you as you walk past. Women haggle for scraps of food in the marketplace, paying outrageous sums of money to the merchants who are no better off than they. Guards in deep red and white robes patrol the city, spears held out to part the crowds. The city wallows in filth and famine. 

Hubert looks to the rest of the party.

"Err... any chance we can stop at the next city over?"

"Eh, sure, why not."

{OOC: @ScarecrowDragon only reason I've been inactive in posting is because nothing has really happened since the fish monster fight. I'll be picking back up since the story seems to be picking up again.

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{OOC: @ScarecrowDragon only reason I've been inactive in posting is because nothing has really happened since the fish monster fight. I'll be picking back up since the story seems to be picking up again.

 I hear you. Sorry, dude.

Nodding agreement to his companions, Lumin will turn back to the guard, "Yes, that ramshackle fishing town has fallen. Do you think your leaders would like to know how? to better combat these terrors? If not, could you tell us where we can help fight back the horrors?"

"As much as I'd like to, I don't think we have a choice," Leo whispered to Hubert and John. "Besides, we can spend some time here trying to help the people of this town. Maybe if we fortify this place here, we can get some revenge for the people of Byting."

Grungle falls into a brief flashback of the horrors at Byting then becomes in raged “Let’s do some fishing!” Swinging his sword around.

Stan is startled out of his exhausted stupor by hearing Grungle draw his sword. Instinct takes over in his exhausted state. Stan's rapier & dagger appear in his hands almost like magic. He spins around looking for the threat. "Where?! Where are they?!"

The guard eyes you uncertainly. At Lumin's last remark he laughs bitterly. "Fight? Ve hide. Ve survive. Leafe fighting to the gods."

"It is my strong opinion that the gods either don't exist or are dead, seeing as how if they existed, we wouldn't find ourselves in this predicament. So, unfortunately, the only ones left to fight is us. Regular humans."

"Yeah. We're not much, but we're all the world has at the moment, it seems."

The guard chuckles. "That remains to be seen. Velcome to Vinterfell. " With a respectful nod he returns to his rounds.