by Matt » Tue Jan 31, 2006 8:38 pm
The warband makes camp. All through the night, eerie sounds reverberated about the mountains. Each watch noted them, but nothing approached the camp. Yet between the wolves, the owls, and sounds less identifiable, the night passed fitfully, and no one feels fully rested in the morning. All are pleased that the weather is bright and clear, though still very cold indeed.
After a light breakfast of bread, cheese, and ale, the group sets off. The trail continues to wend its way through the mountains, and once more during the morning, movement is seen high on the slopes amidst the firs. Once more, it's too high and the slope too steep for a reconnaissance. Someone mutters "I'll be glad to get out of this gorge" and the group continues on.
The midday meal is eaten quickly, with a watch set. The rest too short, the warband still moves on. They make way as quickly as they can. As the sun begins to set, the gorge lessens, and the terrain becomes more familiar rocky mountain crags. Yet, now that there are crags, there is some concern that if the movers on the slopes are not goats, this is perfect ambush territory.
Next steps?