Once a decision has been reached, Liam wastes no time in shouldering his pack and setting off with the others. In deference to the many references to the dangers of land travel he keeps an eye out for Kobolds as he walks along next to the cart.
Sel'Tarien nods in agreement, and follows the others. If he takes any offense at being simply called "the elf" by Korbin, he doesn't show it.
"Another thing is, many people will try to get a boat now. We won't be the only group on our way to Enberton. If we try to get a boat in this situation, we likely have to wait longer than is worth."
Sel'Tarien nods in agreement, and follows the others. If he takes any offense at being simply called "the elf" by Korbin, he doesn't show it.
"Another thing is, many people will try to get a boat now. We won't be the only group on our way to Enberton. If we try to get a boat in this situation, we likely have to wait longer than is worth."
"Yeah, Sel" " boats will be difficult" He then whispers to him "did you see the grab Gemble had on that nice woman the other day? " "I'm not sure but i think that's the daughter of Weta, you know the from the house across the street of the blacksmith..." "When i get back, she will be the first I let honor me, after getting some sword here to the defence of the wall" "she sure will be impressed" He small talks with Sel'Tarien about everything. Looking at the sky and trying to make the way trough the landscape.
ooc: can you please describe the landscape Vendetta? in which direction are we moving? and at last please inform of the hour on the day it is.
Shortly, a soft smile appears on Sel'Tarien's face, but quickly fades again. "I am sure she will be impressed, more so when you return."
He doesn't actually say it, but Sel'Tarien's voice gives the impression that he expects not to return as soon as the others.
Erlik could feel the itching of palms once more this talk of boats and paths was pointless banter. In the glade the boys would run, leaping amongst the ledges and crags like the wooly thar and that was what he wanted to do now - to be leaping amongst the crags instead of terrorised by a dragon and its horde.
"Let us not dally any longer" the wiry mountain man turned to the others "if this Dragon and the dreaded Rox’Voroth are joined then there is little doubt that they or their fell offspring will also seek out the King"
Erlik's grim prophacy puts a dampener on the group as they turn from the road and head northward.
It is just after mid morning and the sun is now well above the massive mountain range that cups the Enber valley. The rolling woodland area through which they travel is very serene and it doesn’t take long before each is lost in their own thoughts on the matter at hand.
- Why were the kobolds attacking so frequently when their raids were so sparse even a year ago?
- Would the King really be able to provide aid to a small city on the corner of Enber like Tev’El Rhoe?
- What encounters and dangers would they face on this trip? What awaited them when they got to Enberton? Would King Promus even talk to them or accept their missive they carry with such dire news of the Dragon Children of Rox’Voroth?
- What had happened to Tandra’var when he was carried away by the dragon? Though he was 800 years old, what would Enber do now without Kendrian?
- Who were these “dragon children” and what was their plan? Were they Dragon-like or some kind of half dragon/half human abomination? And, what could they possibly do against a dragon? Would they join a dragon hunting party and track the beast down? Would they even be able to survive it?
- And just how the heck did the evil elf, Rox’Voroth mate with a dragon?
Just after mid-day, the party begins to move out of the woodland hills and onto the planes, where it is agreed travel will be faster. But before moving out of the light treeline, the two elves notice smoke on the horizon. The stealthier among the group, He’Rak, Gemble, Erlik, Sel’Tarien, Liam, and Jaeden move forward to see if they can get a better look and assess the danger, if any. Ahead some 400 yards, there are several small fires, camp fires, complete with tents scattered throughout the lower planes of the Lomus valley (The river to the north, see attached map of Enber with red trail marking your path.) There appears to be over a dozen distinct campsites, based on the thin trails of smoke wafting into the noon-day air.
Sel’Tarien and Liam:
In the camps, you make out the forms of Kobolds. While it is impossible to try to count their number from this range, you are certain they outnumber you by at least 10 to one, and that’s just in the camps that you can see clearly enough, just over half of the distinctly visible camp sites.
Moving back to the rest of the group, the 6 companions report.
"Aye, she is right. But which way?", says Sonrik, looking off to the distance. "Shall we head for open lands, and risk being spotted and chased? Or should we head to the hills for cover. Though I know not what lurks there, or if that is where the Kobolds come from." Sonrik peers off towards the encampment, as if waiting for some sort of sign.
"Cover of the hills seems our safest route. It will slow us down, but will lessen the chance we are discovered."
Korbin rests his hands on the two shorts swords on either side of his hips.
"Still, even if we come upon any patrols in the hills, there are enough of us to dispatch them quickly and continue moving. By the time the main army discovers their companions missing, we'll be long gone."
