Slaughter on the road
The Storm thundered all night, even the boldest creatures stayed in their tunnels and burrows during the cold and wet hours, the Firs gave partial shelter and you wake up to a gloomy morning, the storm have passed to the west, leaving despairing fog above ground, visibility is limited to around 50 ft. ,the air is damp and cold.
You better wear your cold weather outfits.
Gorash remarks as he serves bread, hot chunks of meat and cups of his tasty dwarven yellow tea.
During the day, despondency hangs in the air as the gray clouds shading the sun completely and visibility is still obscure, the fog consumed the valley and mountain peaks and the road ahead disappears into the mist.
Like traveling to the unknown …
Atesh says and pets his raven that sits on his shoulder.
Quiet!
Gorash whisper loudly and pierce into the mist, on the road ahead you can spot a human, he lies on the ground, advancing a little bit forward, you see a cart lie on her side and a dead horse, several more bodies and another upsided cart revealed on the road ahead as you proceed.
Then you hear loud moans, from one of the cart emerges a big ogre with a keg, he shouts something you don't understand, and another Ogre comes from the left slope, carrying a dead horse, several more brutish shouts can be heard from the mist on the road ahead.
They didn't spot you … yet.
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