The party set forth, striking the camp quickly. The road to Barlonis
seemed closer with what used to be Sidel to their backs. The prospect
of adventure, and the excitement of the journey, was in the air. The
sound of thunder was on the horizon, but the flash of lightning was
still far off.
However, the storm continued to bear down on them, striking fear in
their otherwise joyous journey. The black clouds continued to
surround them, as the sky turned dark at mid day, the wind wreaking
havok, bending young trees and breaking old branches as gale force
winds began to pick up. Lightning began to crash about them, at one
point a large bolt of energy touching down on the trail ahead of them,
splitting an old oak tree in twain, blocking the trail almost
completely. The wind was so violent now that it began to become
increasingly difficult to communicate with the other members of the
party.
Suddenly, as the party looked at the damage ahead and how to
circumnavigate the debris, they noticed a small unmaintained trail off
to the east. A small cave lay down this less beaten path, possible
shelter from the storm. The rain would be starting soon, and with
the wind, it will certainly be harsh travels indeed.
