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Journey to the Coldfells, Session 3 part 1
Journey to the Coldfells, Session 3 part 1
It took a few days for the group to recover, but before long they were all ready to travel again. They considered themselves frankly kind of lucky to have not lost any members of the group to the orcs. The garrison at the tower was grateful for their assistance, and outfitted them with any gear that they needed (**which wasn't much: they were reasonably well equipped.**) However, on a day as autumn was waning, the fall colors had faded to brown and most leaves were on the road and forest floor instead of on the trees, the began their journey once again towards the estates of the minor lord who lived in the forbidding Coldfells, the border region north of Rivendell and near the wild hill-country and not far from the orc-holds at Mount Gram, and even the southern marches of Angmar itself. The thought chilled the characters, as when orc raids come as far south as the great road and as far west as Weathertop, then heading further into the north and east in a small group sounds particuarly foolhardy.
Nonetheless, as far as they knew, the immediate threat was over, the raid stymied, the Breelander gone and they should be able to travel unmolested towards Lord Falathar. Their first day on the road certainly seemed that way: the most exciting thing they saw was a pre-dawn light snowfall, which later melted away, and a few deer. However, as the trip advanced into the second and third days, they noticed a disturbing trend. The road had an unusual amount of traffic of dunedain moving west. They questioned a few, and the answers were always similar: the lands were becoming too dark and too dangerous. Uncouth hill-men, suspected of being in league with Angmar were moving into the cold and windswept hills of Northern Rhudaur. Orcs and trolls were spotted with more and more frequency. Even the weather seemed to have deteriorated, according to some!
Then they had to leave the Great Road and take smaller paths and roads that wound through the tree-covered hills. Here there was less traffic, and what they did see was dark surly men who glared at them as they passed. They did not speak to many of them.
On the evening of the fourth day, snow flurries were whirling through the air as they sat up camp. Not just the weather and the travellers on the road had turned dreary, though: the only animals they had heard or seen all day were ravens and the distant cries of wolves. After darkness fell, the wolfish howling wasn't so distant anymore, and the four of them got fairly worried. Soon red eyes, glowing in the firelight, started ringing their campsite. All of them drew their weapons, and even a bowshot or two was loosed into the darkness towards the eyes. They retreated temporarily, but were soon back in greater numbers than before. They could hear large bodies rustling in the leaves outside the radius of the fire's light, and the barking and yapping of the wolf pack.
To be continued... sorry for the quick update: I wanted to put something up, but I'm about to head to a baseball game!
Journey to the Coldfells, Session 3 part 1
It took a few days for the group to recover, but before long they were all ready to travel again. They considered themselves frankly kind of lucky to have not lost any members of the group to the orcs. The garrison at the tower was grateful for their assistance, and outfitted them with any gear that they needed (**which wasn't much: they were reasonably well equipped.**) However, on a day as autumn was waning, the fall colors had faded to brown and most leaves were on the road and forest floor instead of on the trees, the began their journey once again towards the estates of the minor lord who lived in the forbidding Coldfells, the border region north of Rivendell and near the wild hill-country and not far from the orc-holds at Mount Gram, and even the southern marches of Angmar itself. The thought chilled the characters, as when orc raids come as far south as the great road and as far west as Weathertop, then heading further into the north and east in a small group sounds particuarly foolhardy.
Nonetheless, as far as they knew, the immediate threat was over, the raid stymied, the Breelander gone and they should be able to travel unmolested towards Lord Falathar. Their first day on the road certainly seemed that way: the most exciting thing they saw was a pre-dawn light snowfall, which later melted away, and a few deer. However, as the trip advanced into the second and third days, they noticed a disturbing trend. The road had an unusual amount of traffic of dunedain moving west. They questioned a few, and the answers were always similar: the lands were becoming too dark and too dangerous. Uncouth hill-men, suspected of being in league with Angmar were moving into the cold and windswept hills of Northern Rhudaur. Orcs and trolls were spotted with more and more frequency. Even the weather seemed to have deteriorated, according to some!
Then they had to leave the Great Road and take smaller paths and roads that wound through the tree-covered hills. Here there was less traffic, and what they did see was dark surly men who glared at them as they passed. They did not speak to many of them.
On the evening of the fourth day, snow flurries were whirling through the air as they sat up camp. Not just the weather and the travellers on the road had turned dreary, though: the only animals they had heard or seen all day were ravens and the distant cries of wolves. After darkness fell, the wolfish howling wasn't so distant anymore, and the four of them got fairly worried. Soon red eyes, glowing in the firelight, started ringing their campsite. All of them drew their weapons, and even a bowshot or two was loosed into the darkness towards the eyes. They retreated temporarily, but were soon back in greater numbers than before. They could hear large bodies rustling in the leaves outside the radius of the fire's light, and the barking and yapping of the wolf pack.
To be continued... sorry for the quick update: I wanted to put something up, but I'm about to head to a baseball game!
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