covaithe
Explorer
With your preparations are finally complete, the next morning finds you striding out of Orussus into the rising sun, soaring above glowing clouds with the promise of a fine day.
The road east from Orussus is heavily travelled on such a fine day, and for the first portion of your journey you are rarely alone, frequently passing merchant wagons, bands of pilgrims, and other sundry travelers of less identifiable purpose, and occasionally being passed by fleet-hooved courier horses or armed patrols of mounted guards.
Eventually, though, your path takes you southward toward the river Grellgo. The next day's travel takes you across a sturdy stone bridge, onto much less well travelled territory. You pass no one that morning, and the silence is broken only by your voices and armor clanking noisily as you trudge southward.
Shortly after midday you round a small bend and spy an overturned wagon beside the road. It is quite a large wagon, and several great wooden barrels have spilled out, along with assorted smaller debris. There is no sign of movement near the wagon.
As you approach, it becomes clear that one of the wagon's wheels is significantly deeper into the ground than the other of the earthward pair, as if the ground suddenly gave way beneath it, causing it to overbalance.
[sblock=ooc]Once you get your purchases sorted out, I'd appreciate a marching order, together with any precautions you take generally.
And, of course, let me know what you do on spying this overturned wagon.
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The road east from Orussus is heavily travelled on such a fine day, and for the first portion of your journey you are rarely alone, frequently passing merchant wagons, bands of pilgrims, and other sundry travelers of less identifiable purpose, and occasionally being passed by fleet-hooved courier horses or armed patrols of mounted guards.
Eventually, though, your path takes you southward toward the river Grellgo. The next day's travel takes you across a sturdy stone bridge, onto much less well travelled territory. You pass no one that morning, and the silence is broken only by your voices and armor clanking noisily as you trudge southward.
Shortly after midday you round a small bend and spy an overturned wagon beside the road. It is quite a large wagon, and several great wooden barrels have spilled out, along with assorted smaller debris. There is no sign of movement near the wagon.
As you approach, it becomes clear that one of the wagon's wheels is significantly deeper into the ground than the other of the earthward pair, as if the ground suddenly gave way beneath it, causing it to overbalance.
[sblock=ooc]Once you get your purchases sorted out, I'd appreciate a marching order, together with any precautions you take generally.
And, of course, let me know what you do on spying this overturned wagon.
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