by Matt » Sat Feb 04, 2006 11:11 am
The warband wakes well before dawn on the 14th, few feeling fully rested due to the excitement of the night. The sky is overcast, and the day still cold, although it's not clear if it will rain or not. Without a word, each man eats a cold breakfast - no one mentions the word fire. Just as the early light glimmers in the east, the group sets out.
Again it is slow going through the steep mountain pass. Everyone keeps one eye on the trail and the other on the slopes above. Even those whose martial prowess is less can still observe. But nothing is seen save for the expected small fauna of the mountians - birds of prey, the occasional small rodent, and other small creatures.
By noon, the warband has reached the foothills of the Jahl range. Ahead lie rolling hills and the trail proceeding to Leriel. A low mist hovers over the hills, reducing visibility to a few dozen feet.