"I'm the human surrounded by waves," Torrent says. "I'm a priestess of Osprem. I haven't been near water in a while, though, and from the looks of that place I won't be anytime soon, either."
As the party prepares to cross into the fire forest, Torrent begins to pull potion vials out of her pack. "These are potions of stand the heat. They won't protect us from actual open flames, but at least the general heat in the forest shouldn't hurt us. Based on the best maps I could find, we have to go 17 miles through that inferno. I brought enough potions to get seven people through that. I have a little cushion, but not enough to get everyone's horses through. With one fewer person we could take one horse at most. Assuming we nothing happens that traps us in the forest for longer than I planned." She grimaces, then dismounts and starts collecting her equipment from her horse.
Once the party is generally dismounted and protected from the heat you cross the bridge. Though magic protects your skin against burn, you can still feel the intense, withering heat carried in terrible blasts from the trees, and you smell the acrid smoke as you enter and it envelops you, arms of black and orange embracing your party. The thick banks of smoke mean that you can’t often see more than an arm’s length in front of you, but the fierce, dry wind often blows these banks away. Powered by backdrafts and dramatic valley winds, the gusts snatch at loose pieces of clothing. During the lulls in the wind, as the massive lungs of the forest take breath, fingers of flame reach out from the smoldering undergrowth, pawing and caressing the hems of clothing and the ropes and backpacks, always threatening to grab hold and ignite an inescapable inferno. In front of you, the only thing that distinguishes the Elfroad from the surrounding territory is its relative lack of undergrowth, exposing the blackened char-rock where once the elves of Innenotdar carried their families.
Your eyes sting with tears, your nostrils burn, your hands draw back instinctively, as if touching a boiling pot. As if diving into a dragon’s fiery maw, you have entered the Fire Forest of Innenotdar.
