ooc: Ok, three (without objectors) seems good enough, let's move along. 
The group moves up the road. The ground is clear to a distance of ten feet on either side of the stones, but thick jungle grows in a riot just beyond. It is as if an invisible fence keeps the growth from approaching too closely. The party's footsteps thud dully on the road surface, sounding oddly muffled. The road twists and turns every few hundred feet, preventing you from seeing too far ahead.
After covering about a mile, the gold-streaked mists which shroud the end of the ridgeline are visible on the cliffline above - still distant, but unmistakable.
Another mile after that, after a bend in the road, a group of people and vehicles in front of a structure comes into view.
The structure is a sturdy but worn-looking wooden wall, bound together with ropes, that stretches across the road and into the jungle on either side. It's hard to say exactly how far it extends laterally as that view is blocked by vegetation, but probably fifty feet at least. Moats or ditches have been dug in the jungle floor on either side of the road as well. From this distance and angle, you can't tell how deep they are or if they contain anything.
The wall is about a hundred and fifty feet from your position. The road can be seen stretching out and up behind it, the edge of the mists very distinct now perhaps another mile along. You can also make out at least a half dozen humanoid figures standing atop the wall. Most are facing in your direction, but a few face the other way. At distance, details are hard to make out, but sunlight glints off metal - they are armed and armored.
Rather than a gate, a large wooden ramp rises up to the top of the wall twenty-five feet above the ground. The ramp is fifteen feet wide and fifty feet long. A mule-drawn cart is drawn up on the road in front of the ramp. Another is partway up the ramp, where it appears to be stuck. Part of the ramp looks like it fell away under the cart and it tilts precariously to the side. Four men and women, wearing little more than loincloths, are using a pair of mules and ropes to right the cart. Actually, their work seems to be stalled while they argue about something. Another man, similarly clad, is crouched over something on the ground. Some sort of tool is in his hand. Yet another man, this one an armored dwarf wearing some sort of headdress, stands a bit off to the side, watching the argument, his hands on his hips.
The cart on the road is packed with barrels, sacks and large jars. The stuck cart is empty, but other barrels and crates are stacked off to one side of the ramp, possibly cargo that was unloaded.
To either side of the end of the ramp, standing and squatting in loose semi-circles, are groups of what appear to be Valley of Bone soldiers. Ten are on each side. Humans, dwarves, halflings and a couple of gnolls, they are clad in heavy hide armor splashed with brightly colored paint, armed with spears and shortbows. Most are holding waterskins.
But probably most impressive are two huge predatory cats the size of warhorses. They wear wicker barding and saddles, and whorls and diamond shapes have been shaved into their coal-black fur. One lolls about on the ground beside either group of soldiers, thick tails lashing from side to side.
Several of the soldiers spot your group. Immediately, they begin to shout and whistle. More shouts come from the top of the wall. Several at the ramp fan out protectively around the cart in the road, spears ready. Others unlimber short bows and form a firing line. Two human women wearing black helms click their tongues, and in response, the great cats lurch to their feet. The women leap into the saddles and unlimber long lances. They move out in followed by groups of soldiers on foot trotting behind.
They approach to within fifty feet of you and pull up, the cats growling loudly. One of the mounted women shouts something in your direction. [sblock=Magari->Dwarven]
Halt! Halt! <something - forbidden?>![/sblock]
Krassus whimpers quietly, making himself small behind one of the mules.
[sblock=Insight DC 15 (passive)]The soldiers appear suspicious and are quite ready for a fight, but they are not actually moving to attack... yet.[/sblock]
